[Serenity: Chasseur] Chasseur
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				Title: <strong>[Serenity: Chasseur] Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 15:52:37</strong>
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				The <em>Chasseur</em> is like almost any one of thousands of Fireflys that are still flying the 'verse.&nbsp; Maybe the only thing that can distinguish her from any of the others are the locations of rust stains, and the proud lettering of her neck proclaiming her name to the world in fresh, black paint.&nbsp; As well as the mandatory identification numbers written underneath the name.&nbsp; Two shuttles rest in their bays, but one of them looks unused, for a long, long time.<br><br>Nothing makes this ship stand out, to the world at large, but, to a few individuals, it is a home.&nbsp; At least, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 13:27:45</strong>
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				Kara examined the ship closely, she did her best to hide her awe with careful scrutiny.&nbsp; She took her time, learning every nut and bolt of the hull.&nbsp; She focused on the landing gear for a bit.&nbsp; She thought about how they might be improved so the smaller engine ports might not have to be used for ballance.&nbsp; She thought that was a bit of an impracticality in the design.<br>Once she was finished examining the landing gear she moved on the the two side engines, used for vertical thrust.&nbsp; She scrutinises ever little inche, checking cover plates for pannels, checking wiring&nbsp; and fuel lines, making sure none of it was lose or leaking.&nbsp; All the while amazed at how far humanity had come in the past three of four hundred years,
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 15:07:28</strong>
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				Kelli was busy on the bridge of the <em>Chasseur</em>.&nbsp; She was busy installing a her own special equipment into the communications console.&nbsp; The captain might not like it, but it was only a "just in case" measure.&nbsp; She had met with Captain Briggs earlier, and with the mechanic, Kara?&nbsp; Kelli couldn't remember the girl's last name.&nbsp; She wanted to get this finished in order to allow her to go back to her cabin and finish unpacking her stuff.<br><br>She was also going to ask the captain as soon as she could if she could turn a portion of the ship into her gym, complete with the uneven bars, beam, and floor space for her to just work on routines.&nbsp; People wouldn't know it, but those routines relaxed her from the stresses her regular life had.<br><br>She was dressed in a t-shirt, a pair of her designer jeans, and her leather soft-sole boots.&nbsp; She thought to herself that she really ought to get herself at least a coverall, or something.&nbsp; Maybe the captain would think about a "uniform" for some of the crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 15:52:06</strong>
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				Since she was incogneto she had her goggles in her pocket but continued to absent mindedly fiddle with them as she inspected the ship.&nbsp; Once she was done outside she took a breath and entered the ship.&nbsp; This was the first time she got a good look of the inside of a ship.&nbsp; She steps onto the gang plank and into the cargo hold.&nbsp; She slips on her headphones and listens to her music, humming as she begins checking wiring, cables, lines and anything else for damage or for need of repair.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once inside the ship she slips on her goggles as well, letting them hang around her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 16:11:28</strong>
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				Kelli finishes installing the FedBand scanner and the Jabberwocky Signal Blocker on the bridge and leaves to go walk around and stretch a bit.&nbsp; She hears noises coming from the direction of the main cargo hold, and so she heads down towards there, figuring that Kara whats-her-name was down there, since she didn't think that the captain had returned yet.<br><br>Stepping down in the hold area, Kelli spots her, and listens as she hums to some kind of music.&nbsp; Kelli stays where she is and stretches.&nbsp; She doesn't want to get into the other girl's way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 01:30:19</strong>
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				Kara looks up and removes her headphones when she sees Kelli, "Oh, hi.&nbsp; I'm sorry did you want something?&nbsp; I'm just, ah, you know, looking over the ship.&nbsp; Is everything okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 03:40:48</strong>
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				Kelli smiles at the other girl.&nbsp; "Yes, everythings fine.&nbsp; I was just wondering if you were alright.&nbsp; Your name is Kara, right?"<br><br>Kelli is just trying to engage in a little small talk, as she likes to be very friendly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 03:53:22</strong>
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				Kara smiles back and nods, "Yes ma'am, Kara Yuen." she fiddles with her goggles a bit, "I'm the ship engineer.&nbsp; It's strange how fate can fiddle with your destiny.&nbsp; I was supposed to work with robots but then the world got in the way," she raises her hands and shrugs, "And there went my plans.&nbsp; Now I'm an engine mechanic for a space ship.&nbsp; Err, which isn't to say I don't know what I'm doing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:03:55</strong>
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				Kelli smiles at the mechanic.<br><br>"No worries Kara.&nbsp; I was a champion gymnast before I became a full-fledged pilot.&nbsp; So I know what it's like to not be 'normal' at my job.&nbsp; By the way, I'm from Osiris, though I am not an Alliance supporter."<br><br>Kelli keeps a smile on her face as she goes into a handstand, holding herself like that as she tests her strength and the level of gravity on Persephone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:27:40</strong>
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				Kara chuckles at the hand stand, "I'm not much for gymnastics but I do do Tai Chi.&nbsp; I started when I was eight, I learned about it from, uh, a city where I was brought up and asked my mum to teach me.&nbsp; Err, I mean to get me lessons.&nbsp; The hardest was learning Don Yus.&nbsp; Once you can do Don Yus the rest is easy.&nbsp; People also don't expect me to bust out with kung fu moves when they try to harass me."&nbsp; Kara grins and chuckles.<br>"By the way, if you don't mind my asking, how does one go from gymnast to pilot?&nbsp; I mean, you're pretty young and they're very different.&nbsp; Atleast Robotics and engines are kind of similar."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:33:35</strong>
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				Kelli smiles as she still holds the handstand.&nbsp; "I wouldn't have the patience to do something like Tai Chi.&nbsp; I once saw a documentary on it, and to me, it looked boring.&nbsp; No offense of course."<br><br>Kelli performs a walkover and stands back up straight.&nbsp; "As for going from gymnastics to piloting, that is a very involved answer.&nbsp; Suffice to say, I have a natural affinity for flying, and I love taking risks and having adventures.&nbsp; So piloting works for me.&nbsp; I spent the last 18 months on a ship out here in the Rim, honing my skills and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:53:34</strong>
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				Kara smrks, "Oh, I wouldn't call it boring.&nbsp; It's meditative.&nbsp; I usually like to do a set or two if I really need to think about a problem.&nbsp; Doing Tai Chi is really relaxing.&nbsp; I've only come out to the Rim myself.&nbsp; It's been a long journey and it's really nothing like I expected." her voice drops a bit of irony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:57:06</strong>
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				Kel smiles, "So how do you like this little slice of 'heaven' we call home now?"<br><br>Whether she means the Rim, the ship, or the 'verse itself is open to conjecture.&nbsp; Though there is a definite twinkle in her eyes as she asks her question.&nbsp; Without waiting for a response, Kelli does a small tumbling exercise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:10:44</strong>
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				Kara opens her mouth to speak and closes it again as Kelly begins tumbling, "Ah, alright."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:12:32</strong>
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				Kelli straightens up, smiling brightly.&nbsp; "Sorry about that.&nbsp; I tend to have a lot of energy, so I have to burn it up.&nbsp; You were going to say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:22:01</strong>
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				Kara blinks, "I don't recall actually.&nbsp; How come you've got so much energy?"<br>She purses her lips, "I actually haven't seen my room yet, do you happen to know which one it is by any chance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:24:10</strong>
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				"Um, I think the captain should be the one who divvies up the rooms.&nbsp; I don't know which one he was giving you.&nbsp; As for the energy, I just always have had excess energy.&nbsp; That is why I got put into gymnastics.&nbsp; It is also how I won more championships than I care to admit in my career."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:30:49</strong>
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				Kara shakes her head and brushes her hair out her face, "No, I just thought maybe they got assigned already," she absently puts her goggles on her head, using them much like a hairband.<br>"So, do you know where he is, when we leave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:36:14</strong>
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				Kelli shrugs slightly at the question.<br><br>"Who knows?&nbsp; He probably went to the docks, looking for more crew and such.&nbsp; Probably looking for a job for us.&nbsp; You know, whatever it takes to survive.&nbsp; Hopefully, he'll be back soon.&nbsp; I want to explore the docks some, and I can't leave here until he is back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:45:59</strong>
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				Kara ponders for a moment before speaking, "Well, I'm going to go over this ship before we go.&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; Get used to the systems and everything.&nbsp; Especially if I'm going to have to keep them up.&nbsp; If you want to go for a few minutes I'll let him know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 14:32:08</strong>
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				"No, that's all right.&nbsp; I'll stay here until he does return.&nbsp; But thank you very much for offering.&nbsp; It means a lot."<br><br>Kelli then decided to continue her tumbling and showing off her prowess in gymnastics.&nbsp; She needed to ask the captain when and where she could set up her actual equipment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 14:48:39</strong>
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				(OOC:&nbsp; Two little addenda.&nbsp; One, the Captain does have a ship linked handset with him.&nbsp; So that he could be reached if there was trouble.&nbsp; And two, there is a partially disassembled small hovercraft in one corner of the cargo bay.&nbsp; And instructions to leave it alone.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 19:12:50</strong>
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				(OOC.&nbsp; Leave it alone?&nbsp; Are you sure it wasn't supposed to be fixed?&nbsp; Hah hah)<br><br>When Kelli returned to tumbling Kara went back to looking over the ship and learning it's systems.&nbsp; Slowly she worked her way to the engine room to look over the main engine more closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 21:44:49</strong>
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				(OOC: Understood about the handset)<br><br>Kelli finished her tumbling and went back to the room she was using as her quarters, pending the captain's final instructions.&nbsp; She got out of her clothes and changed into another pair of jeans and a t-shirt.&nbsp; She decided to wait to call the captain.&nbsp; After all, she didn't want to bother him for something trivial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 05:22:37</strong>
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				Kara finally finishes her inspection and goes about the ship looking for Kelli, knocking on doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 05:26:24</strong>
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				Kelli opens her door at the knock and smiles at Kara.&nbsp; "Hi, is there anything you needed Kara?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 05:55:40</strong>
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				Kara nods, "Yes, I ummm, need something to write things down on.&nbsp; Like paper or something.&nbsp; I, uhh, really haven't got a lot.&nbsp; I mean what you see is what I have pretty much."<br>Kara gives a weak smile and raises her hands a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 13:54:41</strong>
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				Kelli nods.&nbsp; "Um, sure, let me look for something.&nbsp; Why don't you come in?"&nbsp; Kelli turns to start looking through her trunk for anything that might work.&nbsp; She begins tossing things around desperately looking for something that she can lend to Kara.&nbsp; As she is doing so, she asks, "Does it have to be big?&nbsp; I might have an empty page or two from a program of one of my meets."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 02:52:51</strong>
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				Cliff is silent as they make their way back to the ship.&nbsp; More concerned about another possible attack, though he doubts it.&nbsp; Only once they are in the cargo bay, does he relax, if only a little.&nbsp; "If you will excuse me for a moment, Miss..." he trails off, not knowing her name.&nbsp; Then, turning back to Jason.&nbsp; "Why don't you go up to the mess area, and we can talk in a bit."<br><br>"And thank you for the help.&nbsp; Think it would have been hairy if you hadn't showed up when you.&nbsp; So, you were wanting passage?" he asks the woman, still a little unsure of things, they had moved a mite fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 03:47:20</strong>
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				Kelli found a couple pages of paper and handed them to Kara.&nbsp; "Will this be enough for now Kara?&nbsp; I can try to find some more for you a little later, after rooming assignments are completely done."<br><br>Kelli hoped that this was satisfactory for the mechanic, as she was anxious to get to the bridge to check on things and see what was up with the captain so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:03:27</strong>
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				Ming glances around the cargo bay, yes this would do nicely, a small but maneuverable ship...<br><br>When asked her name, she once again gets out her databook.<br><br>{You can call me Ming. Yes, I want to book passage.&nbsp; Anywhere but here.&nbsp; I can pay, and I can make myself useful as well.&nbsp; And I can teach sign language, if I can stay aboard.}<br><br>She hopes this is enough, she really doesn't want to give out much more detail until she's sure she can trust him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:14:57</strong>
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				Jason nodded as he started walking away from Ming and the Captain. He was sure that the captain was going to be asking him a large amount of questions that he didn't much want to answer, but much more pressing business was at hand at the moment. Business which could not be postponed a minute longer.<br><br>The sound of his boots softly tapping against the iron grating beneath him joined the soft sound of his metallic charms ringing. Despite not pulling too much attention to the mercenary, they were enough to herald his coming to any near him as he walked slowly from place to place, making sure to see all there was to see about the interior of the ship.<br><br>As he walked by one of the rooms, he stopped suddenly at the sound of faint murmurs coming from the room. He knew it would be bothersome and perhaps even rude to bother whoever was in the room, but it was well known that it was horrible luck not to see the whole ship and to meet the whole crew immediately after boarding. <br><br>Jason decided that being a bit of a nuisance was much, much better than curseing the whole ship with bad luck and indirectly being the cause of whatever trouble may come along. He took a few steps to the door and knocked twice, hoping that he wasn't intruding. <strong>Hello? I don't want to bother, but I'm new to the ship and was hoping to meet everyone...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:18:10</strong>
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				Kelli turned at the knocking on the door.&nbsp; "You may enter!"<br><br>Then she turned and apologized to Kara for the interruption.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:24:35</strong>
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				Jason paused a moment. The voice that came back was most certainly female... something that the mercenary was not used to hearing on a ship like this, in a lifestyle like this. Without missing a beat, he opened the hatch to the room, and decended the ladder casually, trying not to look too excited at the idea that the crew wasn't going to be male-only. <br><br>As his feet touched the ground, he turned around and smiled, trying hard, but failing, not to look too obvious in checking out the women in front of him. A thousand thoughts flooded his mind, though none of them were particularly appropriate, but all of them involved the privacy of the room they were in. <br><br>He shook his head slightly to clear his mind, and extended the arm with the charm bracelet out in a kind hand shake to Kelli. <strong>Name's Jason Miller, and I may very well be the next... security officer to this ship, pending your captain's approval of course.</strong> He smiled a little at the job title he gave himself, thinking that mercenary or hired gun seemed like too harsh a word to use in front of these ladies, especially when he was trying to make himself look good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:26:18</strong>
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				"Right this way, Miss... &nbsp;Ming. &nbsp;Please do excuse the mess, I just got the ship and am still trying to get everything settled," he explains, motioning with a hand off towards the rear of the ship, and the passenger dorms. &nbsp;Doing his best to ignore the hover craft, parts laying over the deck.<br><br>Stepping down into the into the second cargo bay, except that this has a medical bay to one side, and a large couch on the opposite. &nbsp;"The passenger quarters are just a little farther. &nbsp;Other than saving wayward captains from harm, and I do thank you for that, and teaching sign language, what else do you do?" he asks as they walk into the dorms. &nbsp;Stopping there, he looks to her. &nbsp;"Feel free to take whichever room you like, you being the first passenger I've had."<br><br>(OOC: &nbsp;And, I must be off to work. &nbsp;:()
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:39:55</strong>
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				Ming begins writing on her dtatbook again, before showing it to the captain.<br><br>{I'm a decent savateusse, and I can tell when people are lying better than most.}<br><br>She thinks long and hard before writing more and showing it to him...&nbsp; It's a risk, she'd hate to have to kill him if he decides to turn her in.<br><br>{I won't lie to you, people are after me, much as they are after the man you were with before.&nbsp; If that makes the trip cost more, so be it.&nbsp; I have some platinum on hand, and I will pay you, I just want a chance to live my own life.}
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:43:33</strong>
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				Kelli accepted Jason's handshake, returning it with a stronger grip than what might be expected for a girl of her petite size.&nbsp; "I am Kelli Bookermann, pilot of the <em>Chasseur</em>.&nbsp; It is nice to meet you."<br><br>Kelli appraises this newcomer's looks and his obvious armament.&nbsp; His very being screams out mercenary, and it feels almost comforting to the young pilot.&nbsp; It reminds her of her former crewmembers on her last ship.<br><br>"So you were who the captain was meeting with?&nbsp; Does that mean he is back now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:53:47</strong>
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				Jason stifled his almost reactionary reflex to be surprised, both at Kelli's strong handshake and her position of honor at the helm of the <em>Chasseur</em>. He was far from old fashioned, but Jason hadn't been exposed to many women of power in the past few years of his life, and this Kelli was a most unque creature to him.<br><br>Despite his surprise, he smiled genuinely to nod. <strong>Yep... the captain was meeting with me. Probably woulda gotten back here soon except that we ran into a bit of a problem. But that got taken care of real quick, and we even took along another potential passenger back to the ship... Cap'n's in the cargo bay right now talking to her, I think.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 05:08:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, a passenger you say?&nbsp; Female?&nbsp; I wonder what her story is then."&nbsp; Kelli seems intrigued by this news, and quite optomistic about it too.&nbsp; Kelli did love meeting new people and finding out about them.&nbsp; But eventually, she just shrugged.&nbsp; "You said the captain's in the cargo bay?&nbsp; If he is meeting with her, I'll wait until they're done.&nbsp; It wouldn't be proper to interrupt them."<br><br>Kelli then realizes that she has forgotten that someone else is in the room as well.&nbsp; "Sorry, about that Kara.&nbsp; Jason, this is Kara, our mechanic as well.&nbsp; So that you are properly introduced."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 05:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded. <strong>Yep... she can certainly hold her own in a gunfight.. got us out of a lot of trouble.. kind of quiet though, and a bit of a lightweight, I think... but she's got my respect.</strong> He smiled as he turned his attention to Kara. <strong>Pleasure, Kara... I like to think of myself as a bit of a mechanic, myself.. but I prefer more to work with guns than machines. All sort of the same principle though, isn't it?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 06:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara smiles at Jason, clutching the sheets of paper, "Thank you Kelli, Mmmm, guns are machines yes but they're machines with only one intent, harming others.&nbsp; When I was kid I didn't fish or hunt.&nbsp; I don't actually know alot about guns so it's good you're here."&nbsp; Kara fidgets with her goggles and her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 06:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded in agreement. <strong>They may not be as complicated or as versatile as the parts to this ship... but they are certainly reliable, and they are certainly single minded. Its not always good to have so many uses.. so much less confusing when one thing does one thing.</strong> He smiled again, pulling his revolver out of its holster to show it off as he did before in the bar. <strong>Sometimes there's beauty in simplicity.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 06:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara reaches out to take it, presuming he's offering it to her, "It's not loaded still is it?"<br>Presuming he lets her take it she begins looking it over.&nbsp; She purses her lips and murmurs something about guns not having changed a lot.<br>She returns the revolver, "I personally was learning robotics.&nbsp; I never actually quite got into the specific course.&nbsp; I was mostly taking electronic and mechanical engineering.&nbsp; My father would have probably loved your pistol though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 07:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason smiled some as Kara took his gun, taking a bit of enjoyment in being around people that weren't as used to guns as he was. <strong>Its loaded.. but the safety's on.. just don't touch the switch and no body'll get shot, alright?</strong> He smiled again, and whistled after Kara spoke of her specialties. <strong>Robotics... Engineering... What's a genius like you doing out on the Outer Rim? Core Planets are sure to be filled with jobs that you could be going after.</strong> He stifled a wince, and forced a smile at the mention of Kara's father. <strong>If he knew anything about guns, he probably would... Jesse here's a beautiful piece of art.</strong> Jason did, indeed, pick up on Kara's use of the words "would have", implying that her father was no longer around.. but he did not want to force her life story out of her, especially after just meeting her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 08:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara fidgets a bit.&nbsp; After a moment of silence she replies, "Yeah, but the Core planets have enough geniouses.&nbsp; I'm not a genious either.&nbsp; I'm more like a savant, machines talk to me but don't ask me to use them, or you know sit at a phone for hours on end or," she glances at Kelli, "be a world class gymnast."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 14:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli smiles.&nbsp; "I was merely a good gymnast Kara, not a world-class one, at least, I don't think so.&nbsp; Besides, that life is over for me."<br><br>Kelli is a little pensive, though she does admire Jason's obvious handiwork with his gun.&nbsp; Sighing softly, Kelli turns and closes up her trunk and smiles to the other two.&nbsp; "To be honest, I am really going to have to run a check on our equipment on the bridge soon.&nbsp; Besides, I don't want the captain getting upset at my enhancements to the systems."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 14:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5451.msg188649#msg188649">Quote from: pixiekitn on 18-05-2006, 04:39:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ming begins writing on her dtatbook again, before showing it to the captain.<br><br>{I'm a decent savateusse, and I can tell when people are lying better than most.}<br><br>She thinks long and hard before writing more and showing it to him...&nbsp; It's a risk, she'd hate to have to kill him if he decides to turn her in.<br><br>{I won't lie to you, people are after me, much as they are after the man you were with before.&nbsp; If that makes the trip cost more, so be it.&nbsp; I have some platinum on hand, and I will pay you, I just want a chance to live my own life.}<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cliff reads the datapad, handing it back to her, a little intrigued. &nbsp;Then, sighing as he reads her next statement, before handing the datapad back to her. &nbsp;He studies her for a moment. &nbsp;"I wonder if there is anyone on this gorram boat that doesn't have someone after them." &nbsp;He reaches up, removing his cap, scratching at his head before replacing the cap. &nbsp;"To be truthful, if you are as good with that gun as I think you are, and you can tell when people are lying, I think you'd make a good addition to the crew. &nbsp;If you are interested."<br><br>"But, two questions, either way. &nbsp;One, is the Alliance after you? &nbsp;And two, what is a savateusse?" &nbsp;He asks her, watching her carefully. &nbsp;Just in case.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 14:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming thinks again before typing on the databook, the one question she did NOT want to have to answer...&nbsp; But in for a penny, in for a pound...&nbsp; She could tell him, and if he turned out to think what was done to her was right, well it would be that much easier to kill him and find a different captain.<br><br>She shows him the databook, screen full of text, with a pensive look.&nbsp; She doesn't trust him to understand any more than anyone else...<br><br>{Savate is similar to kickboxing, it is a hard martial art designed to deal heavy damage.&nbsp; I had hoped not to have to explain...&nbsp; Yes, I believe the Alliance have sent peole to find and retrieve me.&nbsp; I am a reader, "trained" at their Academy.&nbsp; But I didn't ask for it.&nbsp; They stole me from my parents and made me kill.&nbsp; My only crime was running away, wanting to live my own life.&nbsp; I stopped talking after the first time I killed someone, against my own will. I just can't anymore.&nbsp; All I'm asking for is a chance, and I can pay well for that chance.}<br><br>Ming watches him closely as he reads, waiting for a telltale sign or even thought that he has decided to turn her in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 15:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff reads the datapad, then rereads it to make sure he got it right.&nbsp; He clears the screen, handing the datapad back to her.&nbsp; "That... that is some story.&nbsp; Not sure I believe it all, to be truthful.&nbsp; But, I know what it is like to kill some one, when you don't want to.&nbsp; Still not sure if it was right or not," he says, the last softly, almost to himself.&nbsp; He lets out a breath.&nbsp; "Perhaps you could fit in here, for a while, until you find someplace better.&nbsp; You do have some talents that would be useful here.&nbsp; If, you want to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 15:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming actually looks hopeful, but carefully not too much so, as she types her next screen.<br><br>{Please don't tell anyone, I will tell then in time if I'm welcome long enough, but I have to know who I can trust first.&nbsp; It's not easy, trusting.&nbsp; I'm not even sure how far I can trust you, though I really hope I can.&nbsp; And in the meantime, I am grateful for your acceptance.&nbsp; So long as no one tries to turn me in, I will do all I can for you and your crew.}
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 15:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won't.&nbsp; And I think you may be right, about trust being hard.&nbsp; I'll make this deal with you, as I would anyone else.&nbsp; Any time you want to leave, let me know, and I'll let you go your own way.&nbsp; Deal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 15:41:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of typing up an answer, Ming sticks out her hand for a firm handshake.&nbsp; She then motions around her, looking all around the cargo bay, trying to get across the idea that she's ready to tour the ship and meet the crew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 16:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff reaches out, taking her hand in his, giving a quick shake.&nbsp; Letting go, he looks about.&nbsp; "Well, this is the passenger dorrms, as I think I mentioned.&nbsp; You've seen the cargo bay," he says, making his way to the stairs, going up them.&nbsp; "This is the <em>Chasseur</em>, I just finished the buying her and getting her sorted out.&nbsp; Hope not to make to much of a fool out os myself out here.&nbsp; Unlike the last time I was out here," he says, a faraway look coming to his face.&nbsp; "Sorry, anyway, up here," he says as they reach the upper deck are the engine room, bridge, crew quarters and mess area.&nbsp; Which is something of a mess at the moment," he confides in her.&nbsp; Pausing in the corridor, he looks right, towards the mess area, but doesn't see anyone.&nbsp; Then goes left, standing out side the engine room, looking for someone or something.&nbsp; "Nope, not in there.&nbsp; Anyway, that is the engine room,"&nbsp; he says, then turns, and heads back towards the mess.<br><br>Stopping in the galley.&nbsp; "This is where we eat, get together, the usual."&nbsp; He looks about, at the table, 8 chairs arranged around the table.&nbsp; In one corner sits a couple of couches and a small table.&nbsp; "Down this way are the crew quarters and finally the bridge," he says, walking down the corridor and up into the bridge, taking a quick look around.&nbsp; "Other than the shuttles, this is about it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 16:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming follows along, taking stock of everything, the ship looks fine to her, not that she really knows a lot about ships...&nbsp; She picks out the smallest of the available rooms for quarters, as she doesn't have much, and a smaller room means less chance of being expected to rommate later.<br><br>((Did we run across any other crew?&nbsp; *nudgenudgewinkwinksaynomore*)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 16:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(I have a feeling that the rest of the current crew is in Kelli's quarters at the moment, though I was planning on Kelli heading up to the bridge in just a moment.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 17:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Think they were in Kelli's quarters).<br><br>He allows Ming to select quarters, going back to the galley to wait for everyone. &nbsp;Waving people in to take a seat as he sees them. &nbsp;"Come on everyone, I just want to make a quick introduction and then you can get settled in."<br><br>Once everyone has gathered, he motions for silence. &nbsp;"Okay everyone. &nbsp;This is Ming, she will be joining our little band. &nbsp;As you may or may not have heard, she helped me and Mister Miller there out of a scrape earlier. &nbsp;You can all introduce yourselves in a minute. &nbsp;I am Captain Briggs, but you can call me Cliff. &nbsp;I don't want to be to formal, this isn't the military. &nbsp;I really only have two rules. &nbsp;One, when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. &nbsp;And two, I want to know about anything that might be a danger to me, this ship, or its crew." &nbsp;He looks each person over, although his eyes stay on Jason a bit longer than anyone else. &nbsp;"Now, if you feel more comfortable telling me in private, that will be fine. &nbsp;I understand that you may not want to tell me everything, believe me, I do, but I want to know if someone is after you before they start shooting."<br><br>He looks the group over once more, then continues. &nbsp;"We leave tomorrow, I am waiting on some cargo, and to see if we have any passengers before we depart. &nbsp;So, if you have any effects you need to get, might want to get them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 17:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming waves to each crewmember as he or she enters, wanting to at least act sociable, though she scrutinizes each as well, trying to guess if this one or that might be a spy for the alliance, or want to turn her in for some reward she doesn't know about yet.<br><br>When Captain Cliff suggests collecting their things, Ming once again double-checks the bag that hasn't left her sight since she left her friend's ship.&nbsp; Yes, all her worldly posessions seem to be in order.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 17:33:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, almost forgot.&nbsp; Ming doesn't talk, so it looks as if we are going to learn some sign language if she is going to tell us something.&nbsp; Her hearing is fine, though."&nbsp; He looks to her.&nbsp; "I don't think that datapad will always work to get what you want across."<br><br>With that, he lets them introduce themselves, and ask questions.&nbsp; Watching for now.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; And off to bed for me) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 18:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara perks up, "Ooo!&nbsp; Sign language eh?&nbsp; I know a little sign language." she ponders a moment, and makes a fist except her thumb is pointing towards herself and she moves her hand to her chest.&nbsp; She pauses a moment and opens her hand and places it on her chest.&nbsp; She makes another fist, except her pinky is extended this time and moves it towards Ming.<br>"Ehhhh, well, that's all I know and I probably got it all wrong too.&nbsp; It's been a while." she giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 19:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming smiles at the motions, then pulls her databook from her bag and opens the file for the sign language primer she used to learn.&nbsp; She then shows Kara the signs she just used, and what they mean, followed by a more complex set of motions of her own.&nbsp; If anyone else chooses to come look, se will include them in the lessons, as well, by way of introducing herself.<br><br>((OOC- The phrase she gestured was "Hello, my name is M-I-N-G"))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 19:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC- Kara's was a bad "I love you")<br><br>Kara chuckles and immitates the gestures.&nbsp; She ponders for a moment, practicing them to herself, "Ming, may I see the list of letters? I would like to try one myself if I may." she smiles.<br>"You know, I was getting on a train once and I saw these two pleople signing at each other then this third person came up and joined them just out of the blue.&nbsp; I don't know if they were all friends or what but it's pretty awesome to watch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 19:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming smiles, thinking that most peope don't use sign language much, which means that it makes a nice semi-secret code, and besides, it's silent, which can be VERY useful sometimes...<br><br>She signs another short phrase, showing each word on the databook, before turning it to the alphabet section:<br><br>{It is useful to know.}
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 20:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara nods, "It is, and neat to watch.&nbsp; I tried really hard not to stare." she chuckles.<br>She goes through the list, practcing to herself a couple time before preforming it for Ming, she introduces herself just as Ming had, <em>Hello, M-I-N-G my name is K-A-R-A</em>.&nbsp; She gives a bit of a sheepish grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 06:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded at the captain's words, though he did look almost ashamed when his eyes caught his after speaking of trouble the ship or crew might be in... inwardly, he promised that he would tell the captain about it, though he still wasn't so sure about the rest of them. As for now, though, he only had what was on him, and the crates that stored all of Jason's personal, more treasured (and more explosive) goods were stored in them. Deciding that was his first priority, he raised a hand. <strong>I gotta go get some stuff before taking off then, but its a pretty good amount, and carrying it from storage to here isn't exactly something that I can do too easy... Not that I can't do it myself, but I am sort of wondering if anyone wouldn't mind helping out a little?</strong><br><br>After speaking he nodded over to Ming. <strong>I may have to stick with pen and paper thanks.. its hard enough getting me to learn anything, and a whole new language using your hand's ain't going to be something I'm going to take to, chances are... sorry.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 14:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming signs some more to Kara, pointing out to Kara the pages that show the meaning of her motions.<br><br>{Very good, you will learn this quickly}<br><br>She then writes a quick note on the databook to show to Jason, one that she thinks might give him a reason to want to learn at least some certain basic motions.<br><br>{It's very useful sometimes, especially when talking might get you killed, but a little silent communication could organize a team without alerting an enemy.}
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 14:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain hangs back, letting them talk and sign without interfering.&nbsp; Let them get used to each other, and don't get in the way, one could almost imagine hearing him think it.&nbsp; So, he lets them communicate, without trying to crowd them with his presence.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll help.&nbsp; Besides, you still owe me that demonstration."&nbsp; He steps back, awaiting the mercenary.&nbsp; "Oh, and lock up the ship until we get back.&nbsp; "I don't think they will try anything, but, better safe than sorry.&nbsp; If someone does show up, get in touch with me," he adds, looking to Kelli, then back to Jason.&nbsp; "Shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 17:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc I thought Ming had shown the meaning of what she had signed to begin with)<br><br>Kara smiles at Ming, "Thank you, but doing something I saw just now isn't the same as remembering it in a week."<br>Kara looks confused, "They who?&nbsp; Uh, Captain, sir, before you go, does it matter which cabin we take?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 23:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli nods and smiles at Ming as well.&nbsp; She tries to sign a little, but it is clear that she will have to work hard at it to become any good.&nbsp; As the captain and Jason get ready to leave, Kelli looks at the Captain.<br><br>"Captain, I am to stay with the ship then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 01:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I don't mind which cabin you take." Cliff says, trying to keep it light.&nbsp; "As long as it is not mine," he adds with a grin.&nbsp; Then, looking to Kelli.&nbsp; "If you would.&nbsp; If there is something in town you need to do, can it wait til we get back?&nbsp; I don't think we'll be gone long."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 01:59:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli nods.&nbsp; "Of course Captain.&nbsp; Besides, I need to make sure my additional programming of the commboard is working."<br><br>Kelli immediately heads up to the bridge where she starts fiddling with her instruments in privacy for the time being.&nbsp; She doesn't know how she would tell Cliff about her past, especially the part he has no idea of.&nbsp; She doesn't want him to turn her in, or get so upset or not trust her because of what she used to do.<br><br>She runs diagnostics on all the systems and makes sure that the ship is ready to leave tomorrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 03:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming returns to her chosen room after a while, planning to meditate in peace for a while.&nbsp; It's been a busy day, and she wants to be absolutely centered, just as a precaution to keep control.&nbsp; She first marks the room as hers by placing her meager wardrobe in whatever straaoge might be built into the room.&nbsp; Once that's done, she waits for some sign that something is happening; meditating and listening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 06:23:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A thought occured to Jason as he walked over to Cliff, speaking in a low enough voice so that the others couldn't hear him, but loud enough to sound like he wasn't too ashamed of what he was asking. <strong>Cap'n... mind if I take a room that has a few.. loose panels or something? Some of the things in my crates aren't looked upon too kindly by Alliance-folk, and could cause a bit of pain if someone were to toy around with them..</strong> As if anticipating his next question, Jason offered up the information. <strong>I got Laura, my assault rifle... few suits of body armor, a whole lotta grenades and even a Squadkiller... I'd prefer not to let too many people know that I got so much stuff, ya know?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 07:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara picked a room that wasn't taken, more or less at random and claimed it by putting up her pictures and hanging her CDs like mobiles.&nbsp; The central picture was one of her and her family infront of a sign describing the Chilkoot trail and the suggested list of items the prospectors should bring for the one ton of gear they were required to take.&nbsp; She takes the pencil and papers and heads down to the engine room and begins making engine designs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 15:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5451.msg190168#msg190168">Quote from: Astalinnon on 20-05-2006, 06:23:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A thought occured to Jason as he walked over to Cliff, speaking in a low enough voice so that the others couldn't hear him, but loud enough to sound like he wasn't too ashamed of what he was asking. <strong>Cap'n... mind if I take a room that has a few.. loose panels or something? Some of the things in my crates aren't looked upon too kindly by Alliance-folk, and could cause a bit of pain if someone were to toy around with them..</strong> As if anticipating his next question, Jason offered up the information. <strong>I got Laura, my assault rifle... few suits of body armor, a whole lotta grenades and even a Squadkiller... I'd prefer not to let too many people know that I got so much stuff, ya know?</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"A Squadkiller?&nbsp; I got to hating those things... lost too many men to the gorram things."&nbsp; Cliff mutters softly.&nbsp; "They might be useful, but... just wish they weren't, if you know what I mean."&nbsp; He pauses to think, then speaks up.&nbsp; "Don't think we will be able to get all that behind a few... 'loose panels' as you put it.&nbsp; Think I do know of a place that it might all fit.&nbsp; Let's see just how much there is."&nbsp; He starts walking out of the galley, and down the steps to the cargo bay.&nbsp; "I was told of some places that might just hold all that, but I am guessing you know as much about that as I do."&nbsp; Shall we get that stuff?"<br><br>----&gt;To Eavesdown Docks<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 02:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile, down at the ramp to the cargo bay, a man and a woman stand, looking about for anyone.&nbsp; "Uhm, hello?&nbsp; Hello," the man calls out, as he stands there, waiting for some form of answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 04:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli looked up from what she was doing as she heard the voices call out from the ramp.&nbsp; She got up and walked out of the cockpit, heading down to the bay and the ramp.&nbsp; She knew her pistol was in its holster, but she didn't feel she would need it just yet.<br><br>As she came walking down to the ramp, she spotted the man and woman.&nbsp; "Hello, what can I do for you folks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 07:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara was a little far away to hear anyone in the cargo bay.&nbsp; She was busy tinkering in the engine room.&nbsp; She had her eyes covered with her goggles.&nbsp; She explores the room, looking in nooks and crannies.&nbsp; She finds a place nearby to stash her tools and begins poking and proding the engine.&nbsp; It was a lot older than the ones she had been working on for the Unified Reclamation but the principal was the same and she had studied it as well to catch up with the times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 07:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming, meditating in the silent room, hears some slight sound of activity outside her room, waits patiently, mind cleared and body ready, in case this is something dangerous to be dealt with, but not reacting in any visible way.&nbsp; She does hope that it is the captain and security officer, returning and ready to leave after whatever they left to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 14:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man is looking about the cargo bay as Kelli moves into view.&nbsp; The woman, seeing her, nudges him, and he looks up, giving a small wave.&nbsp; "Hi," he says loud enough for her to hear him, moving to the bottom of the stairs, the woman following.&nbsp; "Uhm, hello.&nbsp; I was wonder, if you were still taking passengers?&nbsp; According to the sign outside, you were taking on passengers, heading for Boros, leaving tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 15:14:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli smiles at the man.&nbsp; "I would have to clear it with the captain, and I would have to ee your fare.&nbsp; Give me a moment."<br><br>Kelli moves back into the ship and pulls out her handset.&nbsp; She attempts to contact the captain on his handset.&nbsp; "Captain Briggs, this is Kelli.&nbsp; We have two potential passengers asking for passage to Boros.&nbsp; Permission to bring them on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 23:16:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a pause, then the Captian's voice comes back over the handset.&nbsp; "Sure, take them on.&nbsp; We should be back in ten minutes or so."<br><br>The man gives a shake of his head.&nbsp; "Uhm, I am sorry miss, but I have some things to take care of before we leave.&nbsp; Maybe tomorrow morning, before you leave?"&nbsp; He reaches into his pockets, pulling out some money.&nbsp; "Half now, and half when we leave?" he suggests.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 01:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli smiles at the man.&nbsp; "Of course sir.&nbsp; That would be fine.&nbsp; Just make sure you are aboard by our departure time, no refunds."<br><br>Kelli steps forward to accept the man's upfront portion of the money.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 02:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, we will be here." he nods back to her.&nbsp; Giving her the money, he steps back.&nbsp; "Guess we will see you in the morning.&nbsp; Good day miss," he says, then taking a final look around, he and the woman head back off the ship, and into the crowded streets of the docks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 03:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli watches the man and woman walk off.&nbsp; This would definitely make their trip more interesting.&nbsp; She giggled and decided that she had done everything she needed to on the bridge, and it might be best to go get something to eat in the galley.&nbsp; Besides, she could do with some tea.<br><br>Kelli sat at the table while awaiting her tea and waiting for her toast to finish toasting.&nbsp; She thought back about how she ended up here...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 05:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara emerges from her toiling, sniffing the air.&nbsp; Her goggles once more on her forhead, "Ohh!&nbsp; Do I smell tea?&nbsp; Can I have some?&nbsp; What kind is it? Is it oolong?&nbsp; I never had it until recently, it's pretty good, I personally prefer vanilla,"&nbsp; She plops herself near Kelli, "So when're we leaving? Is the big guy and the Cap'n back?&nbsp; We're the other girl?"<br>She barely seems to stop for a breath through her barage of questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 05:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli giggles and shakes her head at the nonstop rapid-fire questions from Kara.&nbsp; "Yes, this is tea, though it is simply black tea.&nbsp; Sure, grab a cup and I'll pour some for you."&nbsp; Kelli smiles as she fills a cup for Kara and hands her the mug.&nbsp; "The captain and Jason are not back yet, though the captain said they should be back here any minute now.&nbsp; As for Ming, I guess she is in her room.&nbsp; I haven't really gotten to know her yet."<br><br>Kelli sips her tea and continues to smile at Kara.&nbsp; "As for when we're leaving, I know it will be around 0800 tomorrow morning.&nbsp; That's as much as I know right now."&nbsp; Kelli sighs happily as she rests, stretching in her seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 06:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara relaxes as well and sighs, "I bet you know more, and oh eight hundred?&nbsp; What are we in the army?&nbsp; I don't even know how to set my watch... if I had a watch I wouldn't know how to set it.&nbsp; I never learned that yet..." she trails off and looks a bit guilty, "I uh... I've not been on space ships and other planets and stuff much, so, I don't really know if there's like, you know, a universal time measurement or something?" she smiles and prays that this is a common non-spacer problem.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 11:18:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff looks about the cargo bay, but doesn't see anyone.&nbsp; "Come on, let's get this stuff hid, then we can figure out where to put it once everything is settled down."&nbsp; He sets the crate down, then kneels down by the hidden compartment, opening it up, sliding the crate inside, then closing it up.<br><br>"Guess we can take the rest of this to your room?" he suggests, clomping up the steps, then stopping as he enters the mess area.&nbsp; "Uhm, hi," he says simply, seeing the two seated there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 07:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara looks ready to jump up at the return of the captain, looking guilty again for a moment, for being idle but relaxes quickly, "Uh, hello Cap'n.&nbsp; Did you want that thing in the cargo bay fixed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 07:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm, no."&nbsp; He plops down in a seat.&nbsp; "That is something... I want to fix myself.&nbsp; Call it a... a promise to a friend.&nbsp; Something I said I would do."&nbsp; He pauses, then changes the subject.&nbsp; "So, what do you think of the ship?&nbsp; Think she will fly?" he asks, looking to the mechanic.&nbsp; "And Kara, is it?" he looks to her, making sure he got the name right, "Relax.&nbsp; There will be plenty do.&nbsp; For now, enjoy the peace and quiet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara smiles at him, "Sorry, it's a bit of a reflex.&nbsp; I'm relaxed.&nbsp; I promise.&nbsp; It'll fly... yes.&nbsp; It could fly better though.&nbsp; The engine is so... oooold!"<br>She takes a drink of her tea, "If you need any help with that machine I'll be happy to help you know," she pauses for a moment, "I mean when I'm not... you know... working and stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain chuckles.&nbsp; "That it is.&nbsp; Old I mean.&nbsp; The <em>Chasseur</em> is older than anyone here, probably then most that will fly in her.&nbsp; But, a good design, if what I hear is true.&nbsp; And, about the working.&nbsp; Reminds me.&nbsp; I will need you to fix up shuttle number two, when I get the parts.&nbsp; Seems the last owner scavenged it for parts to keep the other shuttle flying.&nbsp; But, will have to get the parts for it first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara fidgets a bit at the mention of age and looks a bit ponderous.&nbsp; She leans close and whispers behind her tea, "Cap'n can I talk to you for a minute somewhere, like, private.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:32:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, just lead the way." The Captian stands, then looks back to the others.&nbsp; "I should be here until liftoff, so if there is something you needed to do or get in town, feel free.&nbsp; Just be sure to be back before liftoff, okay?"&nbsp; &nbsp;He turns back to Kara, indicating for her to lead the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara pauses a moment before heading to the engine room, "I think I should deal straight with you since umm... well... umm... well, I know you didn't ask questions but if you're going to take me you have to know what bagage I'm bringing, you know?&nbsp; If you don't want me I'll understand.&nbsp; I didn't say anything before because... well... I'm new to all of this.&nbsp; I'm totally lost and I really have no idea who I can trust and I pray I can trust you."<br>She remains quiet for a long moment before getting up her courage to speak, "See, the thing is, I'm from Earth.&nbsp; Like THE Earth, the birth place of mankind.&nbsp; I'm probably older than this ship and it's crew put together.&nbsp; I don't know how much history survived from my time but I was one of the first colonist to leave.&nbsp; Our ship... well, I don't know what happend.&nbsp; Long story short, I escaped a Unified Reclamation uh... what do they call it... reeducation facility and they aren't really happy about that since they were really geared up to use my tinkering."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 09:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look on his face is a clear tell that he was not expecting this.&nbsp; "Earth?&nbsp; But that is...." he trails off.&nbsp; Sitting on the steps leading from the door to the compartment.&nbsp; "It does seem like everyone has a tell to tale," he mutters softly, then looks back to the mechanic.&nbsp; "Sorry, thank you for telling me.&nbsp; I hope that you can trust me." He indicates for her to sit.&nbsp; "Uhm, this may take a little getting used to.&nbsp; Do... do you think that Unified Reclaimation... will be looking for you?&nbsp; I am not trying to be nosy, but would like to know if I need to... take precautions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 18:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara shakes her head, "I dunno.&nbsp; As for proof...&nbsp; I have my photos.&nbsp; I didn't lie when I told you am one of the best mechanics.&nbsp; They were teaching me so they could make me work on improving their stuff.&nbsp; So I know most of this stuff.&nbsp; I didn't leave with their permision exactly... well, at all.&nbsp; I hope I can trust you too and I would rather the others didn't know unless they need to.&nbsp; I swear I'll stay out of your way.&nbsp; I mean, they'll never know I'm here, I don't even exist any more.&nbsp; That's what my 'teacher' said."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 06:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its not that I don't believe you, but it does seem a little... difficult."&nbsp; Cliff looks to her, a little apologetically.&nbsp; "I did do some checking, and couldn't find anything about you.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Now I guess I know why."&nbsp; He pauses for a moment.&nbsp; "Perhaps it is best to wait to tell the others about your, er, history.&nbsp; Think everyone on this boat has someone after tham.&nbsp; Including me.&nbsp; And no, I am not going to tell you their story either.&nbsp; They can tell them when they think they are ready to tell them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 07:36:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara nods, "I wasn't going to ask.&nbsp; It's just, I really don't fit in here.&nbsp; I don't know any chinese beyond what few words I learned from my Tai Chi classes.&nbsp; Anyway, I would also like to mention that, while it's not any kind of serious thing there are a few parts that might need to be replaced some time.&nbsp; I mean they're not broken, just worn a little so we have time to replace them.&nbsp; I have a list if you want them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 08:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It sounds like you are fitting in here quite well.&nbsp; As for the Chinese, I am sure when can find something to help you learn it.&nbsp; <em>Dohn-ma</em>?&nbsp; Understand?"&nbsp; He gives her a quick smile.&nbsp; "Until then, what if anything have you told the others about your past?&nbsp; And yes, give me that list, I'll see when I can get them.&nbsp; And the parts to get the other shuttle fixed up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 08:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head, "I didn't tell them anything really.&nbsp; I haven't checked the shuttles yet.&nbsp; Should I go do that?" she offers over a list of about 7 parts, "A lot of stuff the ommited in the training.&nbsp; They basicly gave me enough to seem like they were teaching us but they were just buttering us up.&nbsp; It seems things haven't so much as changed as gotten more extreme, the corporations are still bastards and the masses largely faceless but the corperations span solar systems as do the masses."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 14:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes the list from her, giving it a quick glance before putting it into a pocket.&nbsp; "If you want.&nbsp; Might be a good idea to look them over, get familiar with them, but it can wait.&nbsp; Enjoy the peace while you can.&nbsp; We will all be busy starting tomorrow.&nbsp; If you need to get anything, or to settle in, might want to do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 07:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, umm, I'll do that.&nbsp; Maybe I can trade some stuff for clothes... could you umm... maybe tell me how to find a clothing store?&nbsp; I mean I don't know where the... the malls are... do they still have malls? Once I get some extra clothes I'll look over the shuttles."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 11:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Malls?&nbsp; Not sure there are any around the ship.&nbsp; I don't know the city to well.&nbsp; Did see several clothing stores nearby, if you want to check them out.&nbsp; As for the shuttles, the operational one does need a little... sprucing up.&nbsp; It works, but could use with some more... well, think the seats might have been designed by Shan Yu," he adds with a sigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 08:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gives the captain a blank look, "Well, umm, so we should get some new seats to then?&nbsp; I'll go look at them when&nbsp; get back from shopping.&nbsp; Do you mind if I take someone with me?&nbsp; I don't know if anyone is looking for me but if someone is... I'd rather not just disappear..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 15:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was a little joke," Cliff sighs.&nbsp; "Anyway, Shan Yu was dictator.&nbsp; Liked to torture people.&nbsp; Those chairs are not very comfortable.&nbsp; Not sure how hard it would be to replace them.&nbsp; Don't worry about it.&nbsp; That is something for another day."&nbsp; <br><br>He fumbles around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out a small boxy communicator.&nbsp; Holds it out for her to take.&nbsp; "In case you need to get in touch with me.&nbsp; And sure, if you want to.&nbsp; Think Kelli was wanting to go out, but could be wrong.&nbsp; But, just be sure to get some rest.&nbsp; We take off bright and early tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 21:08:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara sighs as well, "Sorry, I guess my ignorance is showing.&nbsp; I thought Shan Yu was some kind of B.E.M. or something.&nbsp; I can't believe, four hundred years in space and no aboriginals."<br>Kara accepts the communicator and does her best to make it disappear in her baggy, oversized clothes.&nbsp; She begins to turn and stops, frowning, "If we're going to be in space, now this is just curiosity, where there's no day or night, why does it matter when I'm up?&nbsp; Shouldn't there be shifts or something?&nbsp; Or are you saying that's when my shift is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 01:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bag slung casually over her shoulder, Sally tried her best to look unhurried as she wanders over to the ship.<br>She glances at the name, then it's ID number, checking it on the scrap of paper in her hand, nodding in satisfaction.<br>The cargo bay stood open, she looked around quickly, then steps on board. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 02:12:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5451.msg204400#msg204400">Quote from: mindhazingsquid on 14-06-2006, 21:08:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kara sighs as well, "Sorry, I guess my ignorance is showing.&nbsp; I thought Shan Yu was some kind of B.E.M. or something.&nbsp; I can't believe, four hundred years in space and no aboriginals."<br>Kara accepts the communicator and does her best to make it disappear in her baggy, oversized clothes.&nbsp; She begins to turn and stops, frowning, "If we're going to be in space, now this is just curiosity, where there's no day or night, why does it matter when I'm up?&nbsp; Shouldn't there be shifts or something?&nbsp; Or are you saying that's when my shift is."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good question actually.&nbsp; Hadn't thought much about it.&nbsp; But, as said, we are taking off in the morning, so not sure how well you could sleep thru that." <br><br><strong>Cargo Bay</strong><br>Meanwhile, the cargo bay appears deserted.&nbsp; There are several stairs that lead to walkways and continue to the upper decks, where the main part of the ship is, another opening leading to a smaller cargo bay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 02:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not familier with this type of ship, she takes the first set of stairs and heads up, surely the ship wouldn't be left unattended...well at least not in this hell hole anyway.<br>"Hello? HELLO!.....Anyone on board?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 02:55:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excuse me, let me see who that is,"&nbsp; the Captain says standing, going to the hallway, and to the stairways.&nbsp; Footsteps clomping down the stairs quickly, to see who is there.&nbsp; He stops as he turns the corner, seeing the woman with a bag over her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; I am Captain Briggs of the <em>Chasseur</em>.&nbsp; How can I help you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 11:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally took a moment to check the captain out, then gave him a beaming smile, holding up the paper.<br>"Hear you're looking for a ships doctor? If you're leaving soon, then you just hired yourself one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 15:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hope I won't ever need one, but one never knows.&nbsp; As for when we are leaving, in the morning.&nbsp; So, does the doctor have a name?"&nbsp; He studies her as he stands there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 16:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned at him.<br>"Yes....she does.....and I suppose you'd like to know it?"<br>Sally held out her hand.<br>"Biss.......Sally Anne Bliss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 02:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain reaches his hand out, taking hold of hers.&nbsp; "Clifton Briggs, but call me Cliff or Captain.&nbsp; Do you want to get settled in, or get the tour?&nbsp; Such as it is?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 06:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara sets about the ship, looking for Kelli.&nbsp; She starts in the gally, she peeks briefly in the cargo hold to get a look at the newcomer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 14:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled again, he gave a good strong handshake, she liked that. It was one of the things she used to judge people by, though she was surprised that he asked her nothing about her skills or why she was here, or who she had worked for previously.<br><br>"I guess I should have the tour first, as we're off fairly quickly. Plenty of time to settle into quarters, I haven't brought much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 15:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff indicates the other stairway then the one he came down on.&nbsp; "Galley is up this way, we can talk more there," he says, letting her go first.&nbsp; "On the left after the top of the stairs," he says as he follows her up the stairs.&nbsp; At the top of the stairs is a hlaaway, on the right, several doors that open and lead down, past them, what looks like the ship's bridge.&nbsp; On the left, appears the galley and a small area in one corner with a wraparound couch.&nbsp; "So, where did you...&nbsp; oh, and this is our mechanic.&nbsp; Kara, meet Sally, the new doctor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 15:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally grinned at him.<br>"Perfect, could use a coffee"<br>She tucks her neck length hair back behind her ear and follows his instructions, nodding to the young woman as she walks past.<br>"Hi Kara, perhaps we can have a chat later?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 21:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara smiles, "Hello, uh, sure, umm, I'm just looking for someone to go shopping with me.&nbsp; I'm hoping to find a pawn shop to get rid of some stuff and a clothing shop to get new stuff, I uhh... was so excited to be working here I kind of, you know, forgot to pack spares." she does her best to look sheepish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 21:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally nods her agreement.<br>"Yeah something sort of happened like that to me....fortunately I have some credits hanging around, though I doubt I'll have time really so I'll just make do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 01:05:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli gets up from her seat in the galley as she hears voices in the cargo bay.&nbsp; She walks to the steps and looks down.&nbsp; "Hi captain.&nbsp; If it is ok with you, I would like to head out shopping now.&nbsp; Oh, hello.&nbsp; I'm Kelli!"&nbsp; Kelli smiles at the new arrival, and hopes that she can have someone else to get to know on this trip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 01:24:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally turned at the voice and grinned.<br>"Seems like you have a regular hareem here captain.....are all the crew female?"<br>She gave Kelli a quick nod.<br>"Hi Kelli, I'm Sally."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 01:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli bounds down the stairs.<br><br>"Hi Sally, what do you do?&nbsp; I'm a pilot, and a pretty good one I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 01:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I hope so, I wouldn't want to fly with one that says she was a bad one....."<br>Sally chuckled.<br>"I'm a Doctor"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 02:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff watches the others for a time before speaking up.&nbsp; "Sure Kelli, you can go into town.&nbsp; Can you do me a favor, and take Kara with you?&nbsp; Oh, and where are the passengers?&nbsp; Might want to say hello the them afterall."<br><br>Looking back to the Doctor.&nbsp; "It might seem that way.&nbsp; No, there is Jason.&nbsp; One other crew member, but she is female."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 12:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally cocks her eyebrow and grins.<br>"Well it seems you are both very lucky boys to have such beauties on board to take care of you."<br>She turns her head and winks at the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 22:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming exits her chosen quarters, wondering if something's wrong, she expected to have felt and heard lifttoff by now...&nbsp; She makes her way to the galley, looking for other people.&nbsp; Best to know what everyone's up to after all...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 14:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Any response the Captain might have made is lost as Ming appears in the galley.&nbsp; "Ah, another member of the crew.&nbsp; Uhm Sally, this is Ming," he says, indicating the newcomer.&nbsp; "And Ming, this is Sally, our new doctor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 20:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc: sorry for my long delay, I got two jobs in quick succetion at different times and I've been trying to find some sort of a ballance.)<br><br>"I'll take anyone who wants to go shopping, you know, the more the marrier I say and, uh, I could use someone who, you know, knows their way around." she frowns for a moment, "The planet I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 21:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming nods her head in greeting, "Hello, Sally.&nbsp; Captain, when is the planned time of liftoff?"&nbsp; She isn't exactly rude about it, but Ming seems kind of stand-offish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 01:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally smiles and nods to Ming as she is introduced, then turns her attention towards the others.<br>"I'll pass on a shopping trip if you don't mind.....I'm a little tired of this planet and think I'll stay onboard and get to know the layout better."<br><br>She raised her eyebrows at Mings abruptness, but she had certainly had to live with worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 15:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll be leaving in the morning.&nbsp; Still want to see if anymore passengers are going to show up, and still waiting on some cargo to be delivered," Cliff responds to Ming, although the answers are for everyone.&nbsp; Then turning his attention back to the doctor.&nbsp; "Not much to the layout.&nbsp; The bridge and some of the quarters are down that way," he points down one corridor, the one they had entered from.&nbsp; Then pointing down the other corridor, and the engine room is down that way.&nbsp; Stairs lead down to the cargo bay, and the shuttles.&nbsp; The passenger dorm is next to the cargo bay.&nbsp; See, what could simplier?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 20:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara snickers, "A loooong sleep and an auto pilot?".&nbsp; She gives the captain a quick wink with that and heads out to the port, hoping someone will come with but longing to go regardless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 21:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold on Kara!"&nbsp; Kelli runs to catch up to the engineer as she is ready to do some shopping and have a good time before having to return to space.&nbsp; She calls back over her shoulder to the rest of the people onboard the ship, "See you later guys, have fun!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 22:59:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kara waits for Kelli on the edge or the ramp, smiling, "Come on!&nbsp; I'm not waiting all day for you!" she chuckles teasingly.&nbsp; She also waves at the others, "Be back soon!"<br><br><em>to docks</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RogueJedi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 05:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelli smiles and playfully sticks out her tongue as she catches up to Kara.&nbsp; "So, where to first?"<br><br>&lt;to docks&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 09:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming watches them go, she would love to have such easy friendships, but she can't, she just can't shake the fear that everyone could be an academy spy, or at any moment could decide on a whim to sell her out.&nbsp; Still, it would be nice...<br><br>"Do we have any specific destination in mind, Captain?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 13:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5451.msg214510#msg214510">Quote from: Max on 29-06-2006, 15:35:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Then turning his attention back to the doctor.&nbsp; "Not much to the layout.&nbsp; The bridge and some of the quarters are down that way," he points down one corridor, the one they had entered from.&nbsp; Then pointing down the other corridor, and the engine room is down that way.&nbsp; Stairs lead down to the cargo bay, and the shuttles.&nbsp; The passenger dorm is next to the cargo bay.&nbsp; See, what could simplier?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She follows his directions then watches as the to young women leave before she turns and speaks.<br>"Sick Bay?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 12:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff sighs at the mechanic's response, just watching as the two go disappear around the stairs.&nbsp; Then, turning back to Ming and the Doc, he indicates the table.&nbsp; "Please sit."&nbsp; He makes his way to the stove, to set some water on.<br><br>"We will be heading to Boros, have some cargo to deliver there.&nbsp; After that, we will have to see," he says to Ming.&nbsp; Then, looking to the Doc, "The Sickbay is just before you get to the passenger dorms.&nbsp; So, just curious, why is a doctor wandering around us.. ruffians?&nbsp; Would think someone with your talents would have any job they wanted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 13:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally nodded, she'd check out the sick bay later.<br>She watched him move to the stove, then answered his question as she sat down.<br>"Oh lets just say that I've had enough of this planet and want to see where I end up next and even 'roughians' have need of a Doctor now and then don't they?"<br><br>Of course there was no way she was going to tell anyone who she was trying to get away from and why, well, deffinately not yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 08:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, it would seem most of us prefer to leave this planet to adventure in the depths of space.&nbsp; I wonder what it is about the dark that attracts us?"&nbsp; Ming ponders aloud philosophically.&nbsp; She knows the truth however, everybody's running.&nbsp; To something, from something, herself included.&nbsp; But she doesn't mind, as long as no one's running to the Alliance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 15:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah thats it.......adventure and itchy feet."<br>Sall smiles at Ming, thankful for another who obviously had something that she needed to hide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 14:33:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff pours several mugs of coffee, then carries them to the table, setting them on the table before Sally and Ming.&nbsp; Taking a sip from his mug, he looks from one to the other.&nbsp; "Think I had my fill of... adventure in the army.&nbsp; But, itchy feet, think we all share that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 14:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally nodded her thanks for the coffee then her agreement on his sentiments over the army.<br>"Fortunately, not all adventure ends up with killing or being killed."<br>She gave him a small smile, automatically reaching into her pocket and bringing out a tiny model of a 20<sup>th</sup> century space explorer, idly playing with it in her hand.<br>She always did that when she remembered her brothers, both now lost in the war, the once perfectly painted figure, now slightly worn with years of rubbing from her thumb and carrying it in her pocket, but you could still see the minute details of the painted face, done with a magnifyer and single haired brush.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 13:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door to Jason's quarters opened rather quickly, the sound of metal banging against metal loud enough to reverberate throughout the ship. Within moments, the mercenary emerged from his room to join up with the rest of the crew, a content look present on his face. <strong>Do any of you know how hard it is to try to make enough armaments to equip a small army well hidden? I had to tear apart at least--</strong> Jason came to an abrupt stop as he spotted the new doctor on board. While he never stopped smiling, it was more than apparent that he knew he was talking about something that he shouldn't in front of people that he shouldn't. One hand instinctively crossed his belt to hold the charm bracelet that adorned his other wrist as he spoke.<br><br><strong>Oh, haha... sorry, didn't notice we had company. Just uh.. forget what I said there, huh?</strong> He took a step forward, and only reluctantly moved his hand from his bracelet to offer it in a handshake. <strong>Name's Jason Miller. I'm the uh.. security on this here ship. And without trying to sound rude, I gotta ask, for the security of the ship and all.. who are you?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 13:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally gave him an equally pleasant smile.<br><em>"Yeah right ship's security...."</em><br><br>She half stood up to reach over and shake his hand.<br>"Sally, Sally Carter, your new Doctor..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 13:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Any feeling of anxiety that may have been present in Jason's manner faded quickly as the doctor introduced herself. <strong>Ah! So you're crew! Then I suppose mentioning my... collection of self-defense equipment isn't such a taboo.</strong> He chuckled lightly as he put away the charms that he had been touching before. <br><br><strong>Doctor, hmm? You any good? Don't see many good doctors out here on the rim. Last one tried to amputate my arm for a bullet wound that I took supplying...</strong> He paused for a moment, as though he were looking for the right word. <strong>Needful things to some people. I sure as hell hope you're better'n that, since I don't doubt that at least a couple of us are going to get a few bumps and bruises while on this ship.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 14:03:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally smiled sweetly at him.<br>"That depends on a great deal really, like how good you are to me before you get injured and how good a patient you are when you need a bullet out."<br>She picked her coffee up and raised it in salute before taking a long drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 14:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason smiled and nodded, trying to act as curteous as he could. <strong>Well then, looks like I'll have to be nice to you not only because you are a beautiful woman, but because you may be saving my life some day as well. I don't think I have any other choice but to be good.</strong> He flashed a quick smile, standing a bit straighter in a subtle attempt to look a bit stronger or more like a true security officer. <strong>So if you ever need anything, feel free to ask.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 14:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yep you'd better."<br>Sally's eyes twinkled with a little wicked look.<br>"And I guess the same goes for you, anything you need and I'm your woman.......medically speaking of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 20:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming watches the entire conversation quietly, over a cup of tea she made for herself.&nbsp; They sure seemed like nice people, trustworthy, except that Jason guy, and even he didn't seem overtly threatening, just brash and headstrong.&nbsp; She had to trust them to some extent, she knew she did, but...&nbsp; It was just so hard to do.&nbsp; After a bit of thought, she decides to extend a little more, and starts typing on her datapad, hesitating in several places before finishing, then holds it up so everyone sitting at the table can see it.<br><br>{I'm sorry if I haven't been more warm and welcoming to you people.&nbsp; Just give me a little time, okay?&nbsp; I don't want to be like this, and I'm trying to get past it.}<br><br>There, she did it.&nbsp; It was a step in the right direction, maybe they'd understand how hard it is for her, and not press too much yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 22:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason grinned at the doctor, showing the same wicked look that she had. <strong>Of course, of course... if I ever need anyone to play doctor, I'll talk to you before anyone else.</strong> He winked once, a sly gesture but certainly noticable. But as Ming spoke, his expression changed from sly and wicked to almost startled. He cursed once in Chinese before saying anything. <br><br><strong>Geez. I musta been to distracted with our fine doctor here, I didn't even see you.</strong> Even as he spoke, one hand reached into his pocket to produce a silver coin, which he flipped twice. Both times, he looked at the result, and smiled a little bit, almost relieved. He sighed once before speaking. <strong>Don't worry about nothin. It would be strange of us to expect you to be friendly and such the moment you meet everyone. We all gotta warm up to each other before we can really trust each other.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 23:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming is stunned.&nbsp; Of all the people, Jason is the first to show understanding?&nbsp; Clearly she's misjudged him.&nbsp; A smile adorns her face, taking her from vaguely attractive but distant, to surprisingly pretty.&nbsp; She turns her attention back to her datapad again, before showing it to Jason.<br><br>{Thank you, that means a lot to me.}
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 03:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally grinned at Jason, then followed her gaze to Ming, her smile changing from challenging to warm.<br>"Being friendly and forward is part of my job Ming and believe me it&nbsp; takes practice.....sometimes...."<br>She gave Jason a side ways glance, then focussed on Ming again.<br>"We'll all get on fine." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 03:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason nodded once, the smile never leaving his face. <strong>My pleasure. Just trying to make my fellow ship-mates stay here a little better, you know?</strong> The same wink that he had given to Sally before was given again to Ming, and the same confidently sly tones were in his voice. As he looked again to Sally, and then again to Ming, he arched an eyebrow. <br><br><strong>Hey uh... We are on the Rim, right? 'sides the cap'n, I don't think I've seen another man on board. A crew full of rather...</strong> He shot a glance to Sally, and then another to Ming <strong>very beautiful women isn't something you see very often out here. I'm not dreamin' or nothin' am I?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 04:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally leaned back in her chair taking another gulp of her coffee. <br>The fact that it was strange and that she was far more comfortable with men around her than women, did seem strange and noteable.<br>"Perhaps you've died and gone to heaven?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 10:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason grinned wide once again as he leaned against the nearest wall, getting more comfortable. As he spoke, he idly flipped the coin he had taken interest in just moments before, every time glancing at the result. <strong>Heaven? Sure... but if I've died then that means I don't have a body any more.. which means I don't have any excuse to...</strong> His grin widened. <strong>Lay down for you. And that would be an awful shame if that were so.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 12:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That depends upon your idea of heaven, the after life or regeneration, depending upon your beliefs wouldn't it?"<br>Sally laughed then drained her coffee cup, turning back to the captain.<br>"You make a good coffee, thank you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 10:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff watches the others as they talk, sipping his coffee.&nbsp; Not wanting to interrupt, wanting them to get comfortable with each other.&nbsp; Knowing their lives might depend on that.&nbsp; He reaches a hand out, patting Ming's hand.&nbsp; "Just take things easy, get used to them."<br><br>Withdrawing his hand, he looks back to the doctor.&nbsp; "Learned a few things in the army," he says.&nbsp; "Thanks," he says, but think it was some good coffee I found.&nbsp; And don't get to used to it, there isn't a lot of the good stuff," he says, a little sadly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 10:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah well I'll enjoy it while I can then..."<br>She looked at him with a hopeful smile on her face.<br>"There's not any more is there?"<br>Batting her eyelids in a very false parrody of a pathetic useless girly, her smile widens.<br>"A Doctor always works her best with a full quota of caffeine inside of her." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Think there is enough for one more pot, then it is the not so good stuff.&nbsp; Hope to get some more along the way, if I can find it."&nbsp; Cliff then drains the last of his coffee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then make a pot of the not so good and keep the good for dire emergencies."<br>Sally shrugged at him.<br>"OK I'm a caffeine addict, but I'm not a selfish cow." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason blinked once or twice, before cracking a smile. <strong>Why cap'n, serving out good coffee and not offering any to your security officer? Why.. why I'm almost offended.</strong> He faked an over-dramatic expression of pain and hurt as he frowned deeply. <strong>I'd like some if you wouldn't mind... getting chased down by my--</strong> He cut himself off abruptly. <strong> By my enemy's henchmen is enough to make you want to drink something mind altering.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally glanced at Jason for a brief moment and had to stop herself from agreeing with him, she certainly knew how that felt and how much better it felt to be 'inside' as it were.<br>She only hoped that no-one had managed to follow or trace her, she had brought little with her and had checked every part of herself and her belongings to make sure there wasn't a tracer bug planted somewhere.<br>Fixing a smile back on her face she grinned at the Captain again.<br>"Looks like there's one vote for the best, one for the mediocre, Ming is on tea...."<br>She flashed the shy young woman a smile as she spoke of her.<br>"So you get the casting vote." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you think you can be a little more careful, maybe watch what you say as you enter a room, then by all means, help yourself, think there was enough for one more cup." &nbsp;Turning back to Sally. &nbsp;"Well, after that, the not so good stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally nodded and shrugged at the decision to have the lesser of the coffee, she was sure it couldn't be to bad and studiously skirted over the obvious dig that the Captain made to his Security Officer.<br><br>"When Jason has had his from the pot, I'll make the next one if you want? Just point me at the things I need and it will be done Captain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:47:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason half-blushed, obviously ashamed at his blunder. <strong> Er.. sorry cap'n.. I didn't know we'd taken on passengers... But I assure you, that from now on, I will not be yelling out anything that shouldn't be yelled out. I swear it on my luck.</strong> He raised a hand in a solemn oath before quickly moving towards the coffee to pour himself a cup.<br><br>He shot a glance over to the doctor while pouring the liquid. <strong>If you need any help with that, I'd be more'n happy to help out.</strong> He smiled wide, taking a large gulp of the coffee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 11:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just would hate for the wrong people to hear that.&nbsp; We are supposed to have some passengers, but not sure where they are, Kelli didn't mention anything about them."&nbsp; Cliff looks back to Sally.&nbsp; "I am fine.&nbsp; To much coffee, and I have to go and go and go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 12:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason took another swig of the coffee, finishing it off rather quickly before putting the now empty cup on the table. <strong>Passengers huh? Like who? Somewhere between the good looking doctor, quiet girl who can stop an ambush, and the amazingly good looking security chief, I don't tihnk we need many more colorful folk on board.. not to say that it wouldn't be so bad for some money to exchange hands here and there.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 12:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno.&nbsp; Haven't met them, Kelli said something about them over the commlink while we were out.&nbsp; Hasn't said anything since.&nbsp; And, the more money we have, the more for perks like good coffee."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 13:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sally stood up taking the coffee cups with her.<br>"Oh I'll certainly contribute to the coffee fund, though I would rather not do so until we are away from here."<br>She left it at that and smiled at the Captain then at Jason.<br>"Right important things first, show me where the stuff is for the coffee."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astalinnon</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 13:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jason smiled and raised his empty cup, more of a gesture than anything at the mention of more coffee. <strong>Its common knowledge that I'd do most anything for a good drink.</strong> He grinned a bit at the statement. <strong>But I need a money more for a project I'm working on rather than some coffee... Tracking down parts for old Alliance equipment, especially the high end stuff, is apparently rather hard to do.</strong> He grinned again, emptying his cup to fill it with water this time. <strong>But its something to pass the time, I s'pose.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 13:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well anything to keep idle hands busy."<br>She began looking in cupboards for the illusive 'other coffee'.<br>"And by the looks of you they need to be as well."<br><br>Stopping for a moment, Sally turned back to Cliff.<br>"So how many are we exactly? I hope we do have enough medical supplies for all eventualities? Are there any alien life forms on board?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 14:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cliff blinks at the question.&nbsp; "No, no aliens.&nbsp; Don't know anything about aliens.&nbsp; As for crew, there are the... six of us?" He pauses, mentally ticking off the names.&nbsp; "Yes, six crew."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 14:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All fit and healthy humans then?"<br>Sally had slipped into Doctor mode as easily as she could breath, she glanced around at the three with her.<br>"Nothing that I need to know about?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chasseur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pixiekitn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2006, 03:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ming waves to get the doctor's attention, then shows her a message typed on the datapad:<br><br>{I require regular large doses of Coretenol, it is vital that I not run out.&nbsp; I have a three month supply now, but that may not be enough time to acquire more.&nbsp; As you must know, it is not common on the Rim.}
			</dd>
		</dl>
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