[Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread
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				Title: <strong>[Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>04-04-2018, 23:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"></div><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>It had been quite a long morning, a few hours of auction that everyone had been told they would get their reward for long service in with the chance at a nice ship to sail the stars and make their own fortunes on. Naturally it was a police auction complete with the guarantee of 'well, here it is and we are not checking it, no refunds'. Through fortune, clerical error, or some other ill luck or design you had all been thrown into the ship lottery with shares melded together to get an older&nbsp; model ship that had been recently been seized although the how, why, and former owner was not listed. Hours of paperwork followed until everyone had been shuttled off into area where the ship was berthed along with a warning that the auction was only going to pay the fee to stay at port for the day and no longer.<br><br>Finally without people lingering over your shoulders, each of you finally get to take stock of your new 'business' co-owners with some being more recently familiar than others. The ship sits nearby, scrappy with some battle damage but maintained enough to be serviceable if the reports were accurate. The last of the codes were transferred over to each of you and the hiss of the hydraulics moving accompanied a light rattle and screech of metal as the bay door lowered foot by foot to rest on the ground of the port with a solid thud.<br><br>The lights in the cargo bay flick on and a shadow is cast along the ramp from further inside where several large cargo containers still sit, sealed but not locked and titled 'entertainment goods'. The air in the ship smells slightly off, not stale but with a hint of almost familiar lingering about.<br><br>Activity hums around in the port from other ships around the large open area, moving cargo about and ignoring you all, save for a few soldiers keeping an eye on everyone as always while you stand there with your new acquisition and each owning a portion of a brand new hunk of junk, albeit one capable of moving through the stars.<br><br>The space port was an interesting place on planet, isolated with military oversight to ensure the spaceport and access to it remained safe regardless of local concerns. There were a few ships sitting in the fields, mostly larger cargo vessels being loaded up with what looked like containers of agricultural products inside climate controlled storage containers. A shuttle ran back and forth from the other buildings and the ship pads regularly to allow people to more quickly move back and forth, heading over to a checkpoint where weapons could be stored and then access allowed into the port facilities.<br><br>From what you had heard there were a few basic recreational places inside and some limited shopping, mostly a place for some basic foodstuffs and trinkets then a handful of bars and similar facilities for travellers stopping by and needing to negotiate business without living the safety of the spaceport. There were some limited hotel facilities available as well although most weren't much compared to even a normal ships stateroom and meant for very limited use between transports rather than any kind of vacation or long term stay. <br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img width=200]Link to your character avatar if you have one[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Time (if Needed):[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 04:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Max</strong><br><strong>Location:Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape</strong><br><strong>Time: Early Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>Max stared up at the badly scarred craft that she had been so graciously 'granted' a share in by way of her severance package following the most recent series of mess ups that had left her with pretty much the clothing on her back and the inability to pay her debts. She was dressed in dark trousers, multiple pockets that contained nothing ending in a heavy pair of combat boots and grey tank top, showing the copious freckles across her arms, face and neck sitting below her messy auburn hair. She'd never left the star that held her home and something about her felt uneasy standing dirtside and not being constantly under threat by the very enviroment. That said, living aboard what she was currently looking at was perhaps one of the most threatening prospects she'd entertained in some time as her heavy bootclad feet crossed the port towards the peice of shit that she'd be calling home from now on. It was a minor miracle that customs hadn't checked the ship over, coming in with this kind of battle damage. That sort of shit would _not_ fly on the Jone port, her lips twitched into a slight smirk of amusement.<br><br>"At least we got a cargo out of it... With luck might even turn enough profit out of it to fix this... Ship."<br><br>The last word muttered with almost hesitant disdain as she drew closer to the ramp and the hold, wrinkling her freckled nose at the aroma coming from the ship.<br><br>"Entertainment products should sell well too- looks like a fair few rec centres and hotels in the local area, can see what we're dealing with and go from there." <br><br>She said as her hand moved to open a crate and inspect the contents, her hand freezing as her face lit in a genuine smile as a glimmer of recognition passed her face.<br><br>"Shit! Greg! Is that you back there? Bloody hell! Will too! How are you guys?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 07:02:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><br>A woman walks up looking like she just stepped out of a low budget music vid. Her hair is up and styled and her hair in clipped close just above the right ear.&nbsp; she is wearing a short stunning clean dress with and gloves and blinged out combat boots. <br><br>Seeing the cargo ramp open "God this thing smells like a cheap whore house. I am afraid to touch anything before it is thoroughly sanitized." as she holds a hand to her nose and mouth.<br><br>"Btw, I am Adrianna" Looking around "Bob is that you? I have not seen you since the medical relief drive.&nbsp; Theo? Isn't this a little lowbrow for you? I thought you would running a small world somewhere by now. As to the rest of you, I look forward to getting to know you."<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 17:10:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside ship, Low Port, Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All a'youse<br><hr><br>"Smells like my old Scout ship stateroom after I knocked one out..." Will muttered under his breath as he pinched his nose to the scent of the air coming from the ship he somehow got involved in. He was a fairly average if somewhat toned man in his mid-thirties, dark haired and just as dark stubbled, never having touched an anti-aging remedy. He stood there looking over the ship just over his anti-laser-burn shades, a blade hanging off his belt next to a breather mask there and old-times hunting rifle slung over his back, otherwise appearing in what could be described as a spacey jump-suit type of overalls. In the midst of half checking out the two human women stood infront of him, one redhead and the other, well... She looked just like...<br><br>"Oh, I figured I recognised that perky ass... If I don't get to be flying this junker with pretty lil Max!" Will laughed, blunt as any other moisture-farm boy turned twitchy Scouts posty who'd taken some licks in his years. "Better for seeing you, doll snatch..." Will continued, "Ain't been long out of therapy. Last bit of work I've done with Scouts dealing with pirates after my mail... Figured I'd go freelance as I ain't getting any younger and I'm a bit too blue collar for that anagethic crap..." Will looked at the others and took in the redhead's introduction, "For those I ain't met yet, name's Will. Twas born on Penelope and I delivered mail for the Scouts. My talent is Astrogation. I otherwise know a lil about piloting, stabbing people who try to steal my shit and getting my hands greased up. If ya wanna know more, you're gonna have to find out by asking."<br><br>Giving a heavy pat to Max's back, Will walked past and strutted with high-tech looking mag-boots around the parked ship to get the ladder down from the main airlock to get up there, in an effort to check the main top level out after peering into the cargo bay. "Well, we could all stand here chin-wagging, though I wanna see what the bridge and engineering are like for starters. If we're all good, maybe we can figure out what we're gonna do with this musky lil beauty..." he drawled to the others, his muscles noticeably twitching in light spasm as he walked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 01:32:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr>The armored Vargr that stalks across the worn and cracked surface of the reinforced landing pad looks like she's ready for a boarding action...Except, of course, for the port-enforced lack of weaponry. She's far and away the shortest arrival here, shorter than average even for a Vargr (for those familiar with the aliens), and possibly older than average as well...At least, based on the keloid scarring here and there around her muzzle and the nicks in one tattooed ear. Looks like she's been around the block a bit.<br><br>She also doesn't look terribly happy. Her teeth aren't completely bared, but they're visible, and the wrinkling of her muzzle lends a distinct snarling aspect to what might otherwise be a smile. Her ears are high, but turned out, and her extremely fluffy white ruff is also bristled up. <br><br>The kill marks, pack tattoos, and corsair-style piecemeal, war-painted armor don't make her look particularly friendlier. One ear twitches at the tall scout's "pirate" comment, but Ghrriegh clanks indifferently right past him, marching straight up to Max and stretching up on her toes to clasp a clawed paw on the taller female's scalp. "Authority," the Vargr growls, then very thoroughly and deliberately proceeds to wreck whatever semblance of order Max's hair was in, fluffing and petting it.<br><br>"Again, Authority." She glares at Max. "Again! This your joke, ey? Some sort of half-assed sting operation you do now?"<br><br>Jade and blue eyes survey the rest of the group. "Or you maybe just fishing expedition? Bad bait. Worse catch. Throw all back and start over."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 07:05:39</strong>
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				Grendel stared at the ship, damaged and scarred to their eyes but still <em>flying</em>, like the greatest of souls.&nbsp; To their mind, the ship was an escape from a billion burning minds, most of which would hurt Grendel if they knew the stranger's true nature.<br><br>Grendel impulsively hugged the <em>least </em>grimy of the landing feet.&nbsp; <strong>"You are us are going to be great friends."</strong>&nbsp; They hoped the ship was intelligent.&nbsp; It would be good to know someone by just words.<br><br>The motion freed The Cat from Grendel's loose and baggy clothing.&nbsp; He scuttled up the cargo ramp and into the bay like a monarch reviewing their empire.&nbsp; Not bad for a stray they had found a few days ago, still looking like a drowned hairball despite the new and natty tracking collar.<br><strong><br>"Um...<em>Cat!</em> Come back!!" </strong>Grendel still hadn't learned that commanding a ship's cat was an exercise in futility.&nbsp; That was why The Cat still hadn't had an agreed upon name, none would have mattered.&nbsp; So far, 'Damn Cat', 'Piece of shit' and 'Thrice-accursed little turd' seemed to be just a few of many popular choices.<br><br>Grendel looked at their crewmates and friends.&nbsp; They couldn't meet Will's gaze without looking away apologetically.&nbsp; <strong>"I'd best go get him before he gets into trouble...<em>more </em>trouble."</strong>&nbsp; And Grendel started up the ramp...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">1. And the Main Thread is off.&nbsp; Happy Travelling together, everyone.<br>2. As I mentioned before, I put OOC comments at the end of a post.&nbsp; If this is a problem, let me know.<br>3. Feel free to write for The Cat and call it whatever your character's wish.&nbsp; Like it matters to The Cat.<br>4. This is just a short post to place Grendel in the scene.&nbsp; I am tagging anyone and will begin specific interactions with the other PC's starting next post.<br>5. Grendel will be particularly warm and friendly towards Elijah and shy and protective towards Will.<br>6. Questions, just ask.&nbsp; I want to riff off of you... </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 19:49:04</strong>
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				b]Name[/b]: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside ship, Low Port, Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All a'youse<br><hr><br>Will looked over at the Vargyr and raised an eyebrow, though otherwise continued to get the ladder down to get up to the top level of the ship and check out more than the cargo bay and passenger space. He didn't know the dog-thing and whilst he would of course get to know them as they ventured to the next star system, the initial impression was probably about the same level he was leaving on the others himself. Though being 'social' was never the thing that was his thing to begin with. Grendel however had been someone more recently that Will had some experience with in the past decade, unlike Max. Infact Grendel was someone Will had very recent experience with, as much as he could figure.<br><br>"Trust you to throw a wrench in and get a cat involved..." Will muttered at Grendel as he watched the feline rush up and disappear into the ship before his eyes. He didn't seem as if he was against it or even particularly adept to dealing with an animal wandering around aboard. Merely, just accepting that this was the way of things and probably more because it was Grendel of all people doing this. "If they manage to get up to the next floor, I'll see if I corner them and get them into whatever carrier you got for them..." Will replied to Grendel's final statement, somewhat defeatist in tone and attitude. He thought he was done with all this after his therapy, though it seemed like he'd have to rough it for a while longer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 22:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Max</strong><br><strong>Location:Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape</strong><br><strong>Time: Early Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>Max was smiling, pausing a moment with the smile frozen as she saw the woman in the short dress flattering her legs, though it faded to a frown shortly after as the starlett passed making her comment about the smell,<br>"Oh- Oh God! Is that what that smell is?" <br>Max said with a note of distress, surpressing a small shudder.<br>"If I had any cash I'd say we need cleaners in. I uh- I'm Max."<br>She nodded to Adrianna as she introduced herself.<br><br>Max allowed only half of a smirk on her face as Will passed a remark about her rear end, though her nose wrinkled at the 'doll-snatch' comment with a muttered 'really?' tilting her head down and her eyes up towards him. <br>"Not missing much with the Anagathics, costs a fortune believe me." <br>She took the pat on her back with an aimiable shrug, giving him a nod as he passed to head deeper into the ship. <br>"Be careful there alright, this was sold as is- previous owner might have left all manner of nasty traps in there!"<br><br>As Greg appraoched, Max bowed her head lightly, knowing what was coming and removing to return the favour, scritching behind Greg's ears after some fluffing her head.<br>"Afraid I'm not longer in the buisness of catching bad guys Greg, they kicked me out and giving this ship a look over- I almost wish they'd given me the gold watch, besides you know full well if I'm in a sting operation I give it my whole ass! How about yourself though- little birds told me you went on the straight and narrow, got all respectable!"<br><br>A single brow quirked up as she noticed the new woma- new arrival hugging the landing gear, neglecting to comment till the cat darted past her.<br>"Hey- if there are traps, maybe the furball will set them off first!"<br>Offering a small wave to Grendel and repeating her own name.<br><br>"Now I don't know about you guys- but I'm damn curious to see what we're selling here."<br>Max turned her attention back to the crate looking to open it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 18:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr>Responding To Max "Nice to meet you Max and I think I can handle buying some cleaning supplies, maybe even hiring a few locals that gather outside the spaceport looking for work.&nbsp; Other than cleaning and some repairs it seems to be almost in flying shape."<br><br>Hearing what the Vagr said "Were you some kind of agent? Local or Imperial? " not judging her young and attractive appearance on apparent age. Age can be deceiving in the era of antigathics just like the fact that Adrianna is 40+ and looks only 18-20 years old herself.<br><br><em>while talking she brings up her arm and starts typing on her sleeve, it looks like she is making a shopping list of sorts</em><br><br>Glancing to the Vagr and clearing her throat intentionally "Nice Armor" Giving her a firm but kind look that says hey what am I chop liver, but of course if she was she would have been eaten by now.<br><br>glancing at Chraenta wandering into the ship mumbling about her cat."Do we need to contact anyone about a missing mental patient and her cat? Do we know who she is?" (obviously said in jest)<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 22:09:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside ship, Low Port, Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All a'youse<br><hr><br>Will chuckled, "It was a very musky smell in the bay, whatever's causing it..." he spoke as he climbed the ladder to the main airlock. He looked back to Max at the mention of traps within, "Yeah, if I've learned anything in my past twelve years dealing with the Scouts it's that sod's law for getting injuries loves me..." he spoke as he hesitated to open up the main airlock and step in. Activating the airlock for it to open, there was no immediate reaction from the ship at Will doing so, as it hissed open for him to step inside. "So far, so good!" he called back to the others, he didn't wait before stepping inside and soon the outer airlock hatch shut, letting the airlock cycle it's mildly stale air through before the internal hatch opened to let him step inside.<br><br>Within, two hatches could be seen by him as he walked down the musky corridor a few feet along with a sliding door at the very end of the corridor before him. Going through the right hatch of the pair closer to him, he knew must have held the bridge due to knowing the nose tip of the ship was that side of him. The first thing he noticed was the tuft of what seemed like fur poking up as he looked at the back of the one seat of two there before him. "The hell?" he questioned, there was something sat in the seat and for a moment a shudder went through his spine as he pondered if he'd just walked in on a corpse... Slowly he approached the chair and reached a hand forward to spin the chair round and come face to face with what was sat in the seat...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 01:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>The only reason he'd bid on this ship was because it had a really good medical and lab bay, something that normally was only found in especially expensive or official government vessels, or in vessels with a questionable history, which this one may have, he didn't know yet. He also didn't know what awaited him when he arrived. He'd heard that he'd been part of the winning bid, and was eager to see the prize. Currently dressed in non-descript clothing, Elijah was intent on not drawing attention to himself. His recent refusal both as a scientist and as a member of the Navy to engage in unethical and immoral research was making him unwelcome in some places, and he was fairly certain that was coming from up on high. His life was not the same ever since his decision to follow an ethical course of action. An outstanding physician and surgeon with few peers, he took the care of patients, no matter their race, creed, gender or social status, seriously, and treated them all the same. The government didn't see it that way however.<br><br>When he saw Grendel, his face lit up. A familiar face, a very familiar face at that, and that was a huge relief.<br><br>'Greetings everyone' he said, moving up to the entrance to the ship, and placing a hand on it. 'Looks like I'm your doctor' he added. 'Looks like we're partners.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 02:22:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: National Acrobat</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">'Greetings everyone' he said, moving up to the entrance to the ship, and placing a hand on it. 'Looks like I'm your doctor' he added. 'Looks like we're partners.'<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Adrianna looks like she stepped out of a low budget music vid. Her hair is up and styled and her hair is clipped close just above the right ear.&nbsp; she is wearing a short stunningly clean skirt and low cut top with and gloves and blinged out combat boots. She looks to be all of 18-20 yrs old.<br><br>"Hi, I am Adrianna. I will be the pilot. I can fly just about anything, but my speciality is spacecrafts. Doc, were you in the military?" giving the good Doctor a nod.<br><br>"You know her?" pointing at Chraenta. <br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 04:16:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br><br>The Vargr sneezes at the stench rolling out of the opened cargo-lock. She looks slightly put-out, but relaxes a touch when Max scritches her ears. "Whole ass still too scrawny. Always needing more support, you." the Vargr mutters, then turns to glower at the other nearby humans. "Eh. Went Navy. Black-gang. Is boring except when exciting: lack spontaneity; regulation turd-sizing; not much respect in Extents." Her ears prick up a tiny bit and she smiles with considerably fewer displayed teeth. "Got little trigger time anyway, hey?" She hooks a clawed thumb up at her left ear, prominently tattooed around its edges with more than two dozen red triangles...More than three times as many as were there the last time Max saw her.<br><br>Ghrreigh inclines her other hand, flattened, towards Adrianna. "Yes, and yes, and yes. Extents. Uthe. Ekhlle Ksafi. Long story." The shoulderplates of her armor rise and fall slightly in a humanish shrug at the red-headed human woman. "Thanks?"<br><br>Shaking her head, she follows Will's progress until he leaves sight within the airlock. "Any guarantees, this ship?" Her gaze shifts from the disappearing Scout to the scarring of the ship's crystaliron armor and its damaged turrets. "Looking like rough times. Think any airlock hostile until prove otherwise." It isn't clear whether she's addressing Adrianna or Max.<br><br>"Partners," she repeats. "Serious, they?" The Vargr's pointed ears flatten back a moment, then sweep out to the sides and up again. Partners? Eh. And introductions, apparently.<br><br>She slaps the chestplate of her armor. "Ghrreigh. Computers. Drives. Improvised inter-ship diplomacy with turrets or airlocks." Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 05:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>"If you say it's in good-ish order, I'll have to take your word for it Adrianna, I was in the Jone Port Authority, we were basically the police force for both High and Low starports in Jone, added complication that Jone being a hellworld it was a real popular place for disliked people to have an accident. To say nothing of problems with smuggling and the like. Could almost thank them for forcing me to take early retirement- if I didn't have an expensive habit- and love the work."<br><br>She offered a smile with a small shrug at the comment, her hand now entirely absent mindedly, scratching at Greg's head.<br><br>"Can't say I'm familiar with our cat owner just yet- but with any luck..."<br><br>She nodded as the Doctor moved up the ramp with a smile,<br><br>"Pleasure to meet you Doc, I'm Max, not entirely sure what skillset I'm going to be bringing to this group but I dare say I'm good at getting to the bottom of things and I can probably handle maintance tasks. Good to know we've got a medic but all the same&nbsp; lets hope you've not got work cut out in the near future with Will scouting out ahead in unknown territory!"<br><br>Max glanced over at the ear offered for inspection by Greg and the arrayed triangles.<br><br>"Bloody hell, looks like you more than cleared the balance of the bad you did and yeah, think I'm a little glad I'm not the one checking the locks out."<br><br>Removing her hand from Greg she returned her attention to the seal on the crate infront of her, blasted thing was being fiddly!<br><br>"Looks like we are indeed all partners in this Greg, could be worse though, we could have a total lemon of a ship with a probably worthless cargo!"<br><br>Max smirked, rolling her eyes before letting out a small 'Ah!' And moving to finally open the crate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 07:48:00</strong>
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				Name: Grendel<br>Location:Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br>Time: Early Afternoon<br>Tagging:All<br><br>Grendel watched The Cat.&nbsp; They could try to call him by mind, which didn't always work with animals, especially Ship's Cats, and <em>especially </em>especially <em>this </em>cat.&nbsp; Perhaps that was one of the reasons Grendel had taken such a liking to the glorified vermin despite themselves.&nbsp; Telekinesis was also not an option, the last time Grendel had tried mentally lifting eggs had led to a kitchen decorated in Spacer's Omlette.<br><br>Grendel flinched at Will's words as if they had been stung.&nbsp; It was probably just annoyance on Will's part but they dared not teep his mind to be sure.&nbsp; <strong>"Please just be careful, Will."</strong>&nbsp; The words sounded like friendly concern when they left Grendel's mouth but to their ears they just sounded like overprotective condensation.<br><br>So focused was Grendel that they merely returned Max's greeting with a half-hearted wave.&nbsp; Then, "Wait, Max or Maxine?"&nbsp; The name was gender-flexible and might indicate another <em>gethen </em>was aboard.&nbsp; Grendel's heart leaped to not be so alone. <strong>"Wait,<em> traps?"</em></strong>&nbsp; The possibility had not occured to Grendel earlier.&nbsp; And a cat could find danger in the mundane.&nbsp; That might be why the old Terran legend of their nine lives still lasted, cats needed.<br><br>Grendel darted onto the ship's cargo ramp and searched for The Cat with their eyes first.&nbsp; They did have time to banter with Adrianna, <strong><em>"Missing? </em> They never caught me out in the first place." </strong> Grendel said with a laugh.<br><br>There wasn't much that would turn Grendel from their search but that voice was one of them.&nbsp; They turned and saw.&nbsp; Eli!&nbsp; The rush of attraction washed through their brain, hopefully it wasn't just theirs.&nbsp; Grendel had to concentrate so to not broadcast. the lust they felt to those nearby. That might be awkward, particularly for Elijah.&nbsp; It had turned out so in the past.<br><br>And beholding the good Doctor was bringing out another change in Grendel.&nbsp; Their id and biology were now recalling a state Grendel's conscious mind had little say in.&nbsp; There was a tingle in certain nerve endings but not others.&nbsp; The various crew would notice it soon enough but Grendel had already felt the change in <em>herself...<br></em><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1. Sorry to be away so long.<br>2. Grendel will interact with Ghrreigh (looking forward to it! An alien mind is a vaction for Grendel) next post.&nbsp; There is a lot of interaction to wade thorough this scene.<br>3. Grendel is slowly changing to female (more accurately, particularly and exclusively feminine).&nbsp; It will become noticeable and then undeniable in time.&nbsp; Until then, both their and her are appropo pronouns for Grendel. Although neither she nor her player really worry about such things.<br><br><br><br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 09:11:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://Link to your character avatar if you have one)</div><strong>Name: Theo</strong><br><strong>Location: Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape</strong><br><strong>Time: Early Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging: All</strong><br><hr><br>"Hell of a fixer-upper, isn't it?" Theo had been late to the meet-up by some last point of order (in particular, no they could <em>not</em> keep the ship in its dock longer than previously agreed upon, no matter how he wrangled), but by the looks of it the rest of the crew was already starting to get settled in. He was a handsome man of thin face and symmetrical features, with short-cropped light brown hair and very professional attire. This was marred somewhat by the sword he had secured on top of his rolling briefcase, by the prominent scar he had across his right eye, and by the distinctive circuit lines in his blue eyes that belied their cybernetic nature.<br><br>At the moment he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed though, even the stench coming from the ship wasn't about to deter him as he strode right up the ramp shortly after Elijah and started to inspect the ship with the rest. There was a lot of cargo, after all, and it was important to get started sooner rather than later. "For those not familiar, call me Theo. I would say it'll be my job to keep everyone out of prison, but it's important to be realistic." He let that thought hang in the air just long enough before he added, "it's a small crew, after all, there's no room to only have one job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 16:19:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Cargo Bay and Just outside the ship<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theo, Grendel, Max, Greg, Adrianna, Elijah<br><hr><br>The cargo bay was spacious at least, well, as much as could be expected. Recessed hooks and straps were secured in the flooring and the sides with a few stray bits of cargo netting scattered around much as one would find in any warehouse. The escape pod in the corner was unusual though with most ships not putting such things actually inside a cargo bay. The far end of it had the automatic hatch shutting automatically after Cat had gone through it to vanish off somewhere in the ship but in the bay itself attention had been drawn to the large cargo container sitting the middle of it.<br><br>The container wasn't locked and the large large four ton thing was like a tall stateroom in size, opening up to reveal something that was certainly rare to see shipped considering the ease of acquisition in most places where the contents were allowed. Inside the container were racks of dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes for all manner of species, cockrings, gags, bondage swings, handcuffs, straps, restraints from harnesses to yokes, a cage, a pillory, an X-cross, plugs, clamps, paddles floggers, plugs, an adjustable fucking machine, and even some electroplay units all secured and labeled for quick retrieval. In the corner there was even what looked to be a fifty five gallon barrel of strawberry flavored lubricant. If checked the barrel appeared to be roughly half full and behind it were several refillable lubricant dispensers that looked like normal bathroom hand soap dispensers and a wall mounted automatic one.<br><br>The items were valuable enough to be sold although as a lot it would be difficult to find someone who could both afford the entire set and want them already used considering it was a mishmash of things rather than a proper commodity shipment of such things.<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> In and Out Again, an Aslan's Journey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will Friez<br><hr><br>The entry from the upper airlock led into a small corridor with a sliding door to the left labeled ships locker. Down the hall on either side in the middle of it the access to what was clearly the bridge from what the scout knew meant the opposite likely led to crew quarters in a ship this size for easy access to work stations. On the opposite end of the hall there was another sliding door labeled 'Ops' on the front. The lights in the ship flicked on above with a low hum rising in intensity to light up the corridor as Will stepped into it, heading over towards the bridge to open up the inside.<br><br>The bridge looked undamaged and relatively clean although one unoccupied chair had a pair of padded leather ankle and arm restraints on it currently. The controls themselves looked to be completely clean although worn by long use with some button colors fading and a few brighter than others after clear replacements had been made. Some of the labels on them had worn down or off, whatever pilot had used it must have known the layout by heart by the end from what could be seen. A picture dangled from the ceiling by an small clip attached to a string that was taped to the ceiling, a beautiful picture of a nebula with the edges of the ships viewscreen visible in the frame, clearly taken from one of the chairs. On the back were a few scribbled words, 'The Reason to Fly'.<br><br>The chair spun around slowly revealing what was life-like enough to be a corpse if not for the obvious lack of smell, decay, reaction, and what looked to be a small detachable wire leading from it and dangling down to the ground with what looked to be a cable end to connect to a computer system. The dressed up figure rested in the chair, an Aslan by the looks of it dressed in an elaborate uniform complete with what looked to be high end but clearly fake imperial naval medals on the uniform chest. The curvy figure's boots scraped lightly on the floor as it twisted in the chair for the view, a soft look short fur covering what looked to be a female body save for a rather prominent bulge in its trousers. The chair beneath her looked to have a few stains on it and by the way the figure moved while the chair was spun the stains were slightly sticky.<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Small-images-cute-kittens-and-puppies-and-bunnies-page-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Lower Decks<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>Cat was enjoying herself, darting through the cargo bay quickly with only a small pause by the container to sniff it before her attention was pulled towards the back. The automatic hatch opened up with more of the smell that had her attention wafting out in the new unexplored place. Darting for it, Cat ran through the hatch into the corridors that looked like staterooms, food providers clearly would stay behind them and she walked up to one to put her paw on the door surface for a few small scratches and then let out a small meow followed by a few more scratches. There was, however, little sound from the other side to follow. No food providers were there. Sniffing at the bottom of the door, slide and hiss drew her attention from the end of a hall and she walked on down into it with her tail stuck in the air and tip arched curiously almost like a question mark.<br><br>It was a place where food providers often would give her treats from the look of it and had a bunch of of the huge comfy sleeping spots on it. Scrambling up on the couch, Cat padded across it and then slipped behind one throw pillow into the little dark spot between it and the arm to curl up and lay her head on her paws. It was warm in the small area and she let out a small yawn, eyes half closing as she peeked out through the crack between the pillow and the back of the couch as she snuggled in for a short nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 16:47:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>'Nice to meet you Adrienna. Yes, I did a few tours in the Navy, nothing spectacular and very low key' he said to her. 'I'm not just a Physician and Scientist, although by far that is what I am gifted at. I'm not a bad mechanic or navigator, can work on computers as well. However, I am much more comfortable and in my element in a sick bay or laboratory, or collecting data planetside' he advised her, and everyone else.<br><br>'A pleasure Max' he said, and he nodded at the others. 'Partners, since we all apparently bought the ship together' and that was that.<br><br>He answered Adrienna's other question 'Yes, I know Grendel very well, we have a history, and Grendel is one of my favorite, if not most favorite, people in the galaxy' he said, and he moved over to Grendel, 'she' could feel his delight at finding her in this place, and the excitement, and relief as well. He took 'her' hand in his, and smiled. 'Very, very glad to see you, if you can't already tell' he said, smiling. <br><br>Once the cargo had been, ah, examined, the good doctor was more than a little surprised.<br><br>'Well, bring out the disinfectant' was all he said for now. How on earth would they sell this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 19:42:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285467.msg14058667#msg14058667">Quote from: National Acrobat on 09-04-2018, 16:47:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">'Well, bring out the disinfectant' was all he said for now. How on earth would they sell this?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Responding to Elijah's comment "Doc, I ordered a 55 gallon drum of disinfectant and a bunch of cleaning supplies. It should be ready for pick up an hour. I was also planning on hiring a few locals to help clean and disinfect the ship. I think the air scrubbers could use a good cleaning too."<br>"Hold on, they are offering to deliver for only 30 credits more. I want the supplies delivered."<br><br>To the rest of the crew present<br>"I have a fun idea. Usually the armory of the ship in a about 3-4 tons designed to secure weapons. I wonder if we should put the toys in the armory and keep our weapons somewhere else like maybe locked in our quarters. It would be hilarious to have a pirate posing as a passenger working hard to break into the armory ony to find it full of sextoys."<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 19:59:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ship's Bridge before venturing back out<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Still everyone<br><hr><br>Sadly Will had not yet noticed the poignant picture hanging from the ceiling, instead jerking his hand back from the chair with the Aslan doll sat in it with half surprise, half horror and a third half of mild disgust at the stickiness of the seat and what could have made such stickiness given the seat's occupant and the 'unconventional' restraints on the second chair... He was that taken aback to forget that you can't have three halves of something outside of cake servings... "Whu-whu... Whaa?" he managed to let out, slack-jawwed as his mind tried to rationalise it all... This was hardly fair for a man just finished with Scout paid therapy only recently...<br><br>Stunned galk soon turned to bewilderment, "Fuck's sake..." he muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes with faint resignation, wiping his hand that turned the chair up and down his jump-suit's side. He'd venture to the staterooms to sort out any residue left on his hand at a fresher, though decided what he come across very much needed to be shared! Spinning back round, he exited the bridge and re-entered the airlock, letting it cycle through and as soon as the outer hatch opened, he poked his head out to call to the others, loudly enough to be heard; "Hey! You'll never guess what's in the bridge!" after a pause he started to make his way back down the ladder to see what was keeping everyone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 20:13:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr>Max answered Grendel with a simple nod and a smile,<br>"Maxine McKenzie- but I prefer Max, thanks."<br><br>Max blinked rapidly as the cargo pod opened and took a step back, her cheeks flushing just a fraction. In her career she had seen some _shit_ a victim of autoerotic asphyxiation? Check. A pair of perps trying to shock her by fucking then and there before making a getaway? Check. A woman who had been slowly trying to ease a gunbarrel into herself before it went off. Ew. Check, that one had turned out to be a particularly nasty murder. Something about the purest simplicity of the massive collection and it's immediate implications struck her, causing a simple,<br>"Oh Good Lord"<br>And she moved to cover her mouth.<br><br>"I uh... Good thought.... Adrianna but it'd probably be better just to keep the locker empty for that plan. Plus side, looks like you're right about the smell though."<br><br>After another couple of beats she answered,<br>"Ahhh nice to meet you Theo, usually my job to put people in prison."<br>She nodded to her traditional enemy, though recognising his position in a proper legal system and offered him a hand shake almost to her side, her gaze still fixed on the terrible array of devices, unable to entirely stop her mind wandering to the possibility of maaaaybe helping herself to one of the more modest implements.<br><br>Max gnawed on her bottom lip.<br>"I uhhh... Hmmm. Selling this would be a trial."<br>She agreed before Will's voice echoed down.<br>"Oh- I think you'd be surprised what we'd believe, come check out our cargo."<br>She called back to him
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 02:17:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh points a finger at Theo and smiles without teeth. "Small universe." Her tail shifts slightly, fluffing but hardly a wag. "Will try not your job making harder."<br><br>She takes one look at the cargo, which (mostly) seems at first glance to be shaped more like it's intended for humans (and she certainly isn't going to stand there a while cataloging it to see if there're any artificial Vargr bits), and seems to decide to leave sorting it all out to the humans.<br><br>The Vargr pivots, teeth showing again and a slight hint of a grumbling snarl in her throat as she regards the fresh-and-shoddy patch-and-paint job on the vessel's belly and along its spine. Trotting off, the alien pauses a moment beside the belly turret, not touching the oddly round-melted region of the ship near it just yet. She dips her ears as she studies the damage, then hops up onto the wing tankage and walks along the ship's spine to regard the other turrets. "Mad, somebody," she calls down. "Here, here, meson beam strikes," the canine creature slides back down off the wing with a rattle of armor plates and hooks a thumb at the belly-ball. "<em>That</em> from nuclear warhead. Near miss. All three strikes generate prompt rad critical, would. Maybe not crew survive."<br><br>Ghrreigh decides not to speculate on who would use that sort of military-grade hardware on a freighter full of pervert props. "Ship got air/raft bay. Ghrreigh got air/raft. Be back, few minutes."<br><br>She waves towards Theo again before sauntering off towards the Port offices, then pauses and calls back towards the ship. "Any you want should tell them deliver sealed possessions to ship?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ghrreigh is going to head over the Port Authority building if no one stops her and will tell them to deliver her (large, sealed) armament locker to the ship, then will go grab her air/raft with her other stuff in it. Presumably this will take a few minutes.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 03:10:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>Adrianna looks at her watch "Ghrreigh is right, we need to get our stuff on board. The cleaning supplies come in less than an hour and that is just about enough time for me to get across the starport and get back here with my shipsboat. Some of the toys once cleaned look like they might be a lot of fun. My vote would be to clean them and store them somewhere other than the cargo bay because cargo space will be at a premium." <br><br>Adrianna looks at her would be partners and giving Theo with mischievous smile. "Theo, you might want to clean them before you test drive any of the mechanical toys." &nbsp;gives him an air kiss, turns and leaves before he can come back at her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adrianna runs out of the ship as if she is on a mission. Across the starport to her Shipsboat and flies it back.<br>Fun Pilot (small craft) check 11 +2 dex, +2 Pilot (small craft)<br><br>At 2018-04-09 20:05:47, Adrianna (uid: 37316) rolls: 2d6m4 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117464)<br>I messed up the commands. it added 4 to each die. should be a 2 &amp; 5 +4= 11<br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 03:44:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the open Cargo Bay<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br><hr><br>Will jogged with a slight limp after getting off the ladder to the opened cargo bay, roughly when Greg and Adrianna left. Just enough time for him to catch the last comment Adrianna made before zipping away. "If the cargo is anything like what I just saw in the bridge, I can guess exactly what kind of mechanical toys you've come across..." Will spoke in reply to Max, though also giving a nod to the others of the crew remaining in the area. He could just see past everyone the large room-sized container and what it held... "Fuu..." he trailed off and placing his hands on his hips let out an exhale and chuckle at the sight of what could be best described as an overly decorated sex dungeon.<br><br>"Something for a quiet spell in Jump-space, eh?" he grinned. He was pretty much beyond being phased now. "I'll let you all find the surprise in the bridge yourselves, I kinda don't feel the want to spoil it before you catch sight of it..." he added, with some tone of knowing and mischief to his voice. His muscles having a light twitching from the exertion of climbing and jogging, he took a seat on a cage, one the size perfect for a large dog though clearly was for use for a different type of 'pet' entirely. Putting his feet up on a fucking machine as if it was a foot-rest he looked to the others after a sigh of relief, "So... I suppose when the others get back we should discuss how we're gonna be making the first payment on this Bang Bus..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 15:45:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><br><br>Max waved to Greg as she departed before she paused as the authority is suggested as a stopping point, her mind slowly shifting into old patterns, feeling stupid as she realises what she's got here in this ship. A missing person and possible murder.<br>"You know, that's not actually some terrible thinking, heading to the local offices, I mean I've got literally the shirt on my back at the moment and a part of this ship, but I'm thinking I could do worse than look into what is known about this ship."<br>Max would muse gnawing on her lower lip, before shaking her head and looking away from the 'equipment' towards the bridge. No, need to examine the scene more closely before the others trod all over it.<br>"Think I'll head in deeper myself, check out the bridge and the captain quarters, given how badly this place was shot up- it's a fair guess that the previous owner knew how to spin cash out of it and there might be some hints about what happened to..."<br>She glanced over the equipment for a few moments considering.<br>"...Her too. If you can put up with the smell I'd ask to hold off on any cleaning till I'm done looking over what's what here, at least an initial look anyway. That cat's already in the ship so we've got one Mobile Destroyer of Evidence already kicking about and there's not much to be done with that unless someone reckons they can wrangle the Chews All Things into a bag or something. Anyone that knows good crime scene discipline and has some bags, I could use an assistant, elsewise, "<br>Max couldn't help but smile, it felt like putting on an old, favourite pair of boots as she took her first steps towards the bridge, pausing to look back to see if the others would comply, she was ultimately, making requests, lacking the authority she once commanded.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Investigation COMMENCE<br>Result: 3, 2,<br>Total: 10</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 10:30:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://Link to your character avatar if you have one)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Theo<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br><hr>"Not too small a universe, I hope, I'd be disappointed if we had it explored before dinner," Theo said to Greg, flashing her a beaming grin. It wasn't a small universe, the choice to involve himself with the Vargr again had been deliberate. Having helped steer her to legitimate enterprise in the first place, the ex-pirate was in some small way his responsibility. He gave a short but respectful nod at the notion that she'd try not to make his job harder. Exactly right.<br><br>It wasn't Theo's first time to the rodeo when it came to other people's sex toys on board a ship, but the sheer ridiculous quantity did leave him staring, something that Adrianna clearly hadn't missed. He raised a finger to say something when she suggested that he might be too interested in the cargo, but the words didn't formulate themselves properly and while he was formulating a response, she had already blown a kiss and walked away. "I won't do anything you wouldn't do," he said after she was gone. <em>Yeah</em>, that'd show her.<br><br>"You think it's important to find out what happened here?" he asks Max. "If the others are busy shopping or getting auxiliary craft there's time to investigate. I did notice that the walls of the ship don't quite match up to standard; there might be hidden compartments about that might hold evidence. I'll make a sweep and let you all know what I find."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Investigate: 8</div><div class="spoiler_body">Theo's going to check out the lay of the land and try and ferret out some Smuggling Compartments that we suspect exist.<br>At 2018-04-11 03:24:01, Theo (uid: 56325) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117489)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 21:46:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh returns, staggering back after a suspiciously short time, <em>sans</em> air/raft and lugging an engineering tool chest. Which is the least of her her problems. She also has a suspiciously large container strapped across her shoulders like a backpack and just swarming with Port Authority seals, which she places off to one side in the cargo bay, glowering around at anyone nearby. "No touchie!"<br><br>She then spends a short amount of time finding where all and sundry have gotten to aboard the ship and in rather sulky, stand-offish tones, inquiring. "You grav vehicles knowing?"<br><br>Why in seventeen hells did the Navy give her a vehicle on muster-out that didn't use the same control layout as any other misbegotten Navy vehicle?<br><br>They were probably trying to get rid of it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 01:51:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr>A short while later after Adrianna had left in a hurry, A blast of noise outside the ship erupts as a 30 ton Shipsboat quickly decelerates blowing dust and dirt everywhere in a swirling cloud. The ship pauses a moment as the cloud slowly starts to dissipate as the ship gently touches down right outside the main cargo hatch. "Starfinder this is the is Adrianna Kahn aboard the shipsboat Jezebel landing next to you." over the comms<br><br>The side porthole opens and a ramp extends toward the Starfinder. Adrianna walks out smiling. "What did I miss? Anyone hurt themselves on the sex machines yet?"<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 06:29:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh waits for the maneuvering-drive blast from the descending boat to taper off before leaning forward into it and stalking down the cargo ramp and towards the cylindrical sub-ship. Her upper lip curls slightly at the rippling sensations of the damping gravitic fields reflecting off the blast-pad as the boat sets down almost daintily.<br><br>Adrianna finds Ghrreigh waiting for her. "Fa, is all sniffing about things as shouldn't be sniffed." She looks Adrianna in the eye. "You grav-pilot? Air/raft certified? Not I, but they dropped one anyway on me. You mind come with, fly back?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 16:52:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br>The bridge looked undamaged and relatively clean although one unoccupied chair had a pair of padded leather ankle and arm restraints on it currently. The controls themselves looked to be completely clean although worn by long use with some button colors fading and a few brighter than others after clear replacements had been made. Some of the labels on them had worn down or off, whatever pilot had used it must have known the layout by heart by the end from what could be seen. A picture dangled from the ceiling by an small clip attached to a string that was taped to the ceiling, a beautiful picture of a nebula with the edges of the ships viewscreen visible in the frame, clearly taken from one of the chairs. On the back were a few scribbled words, 'The Reason to Fly'.<br><br>Max could see the dressed up Aslan figure with a fake set of imperial naval medals on the uniform chest. The curvy figure was dressed in the full regalia, something akin to an officer uniform for formal events. It appeared to be fully female save for the obvious bulge in its trousers. Checking it, the stains were old and tacky rather than recently used having appeared sticky only due to the clothing on the bottom having been stuck to the chair from whenever it had occurred and simply not been moved since then. The weight of the doll was rather surprising when prodded and closer examination revealed several points were it could be opened up with the proper tools and time with likely more beneath the clothing.<br><br>There was a mount point for what was likely some sort of video camera was unobtrusive on the console pointing outwards to likely tape whatever happened out of the view screen although no camera was there as of current. There are a few stray hairs to be found from different people on the empty seat. Closer look towards the computer system shows the last access was to make a log entry, upload it to an external device, and then delete it. The link to the computer showed there were numerous log entries although most were encrypted and there was an even larger encrypted pile of data buried in the system. The older log entries were visible still and with some time and cleanup it looked like more of them could be accessed. There was also a digital picture album with what looked to be thousands of pictures in it.<br><br>The encryption on most of the logs that were sealed looked to be fairly standard but the larger section of data with the newer ones had a level of security on it rarely seen outside of black ops and high end secure research stations.<br><br>Heading toward the Captains Quarters Max passed through the crew dining area, a fairly spacious section of the ship mostly dominated by a large metallic table. The surface of the table was notable for having a significantly lower amount of dust on it than anything else in the room. Four chairs were pulled around the table casually while others were stacked up and tipped over against one wall.<br><br>The captain's quarters had fairly standard furniture, a decent sized bed, a large dresser, and a desk. The bed was rumpled and unmade with a set of red and black sheets and comforter with the same color pillows. The dresser was filled with woman's clothing that looked to be mostly built for a rugged comfort and ease of motion than with any sense of style in mind although there were a few lacy things and two dresses stored inside. Beneath the bed was a shoe rack containing a pair of heels, a set of trainers, and a section with what looked to be a missing pair of footwear. The desk looked as though it had been ransacked with nearly everything gone save for a few hard cover books that looked to be space-faring fiction.<br><br>The captain's fresher had a rather large bathtub in it in addition to the normal sink and facilities. Hanging from a hook attached to the sink is a large bag full of make up, a soft bristled hairbrush, a hard bristled hairbrush, and a bag of rubber hairbands. The hairbrushes appeared to have the same colored hair in them. In cabinet behind mirror over the sink there were some fairly weak over-the-counter sleeping aids, a small cardboard box containing some wrapped items filled with a dried green leafy substance, a box of sanitary napkins, and a few sheets of what looked to be pale white waterproof stickers. Above the bathtub and across the walls and ceilings it was hard to see but there were numerous stickers stuck all over the place nearly. Turning the lights off caused the stickers to glow-in-the dark giving the feeling like you were in a sea of constellations.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Log Entries</div><div class="spoiler_body">Log Entries are going to be listed in the History Thread for indexing. They can be viewed at any point and reacted to/ignored as desired in the main thread or history thread.<br><br>Link to Oldest Log Entry - https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285178.msg14065509#msg14065509<br></div></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Small-images-cute-kittens-and-puppies-and-bunnies-page-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Theo<br><hr><br>Wherever the compartments were hidden they were hidden well. Digging through the ship for them had Theo searching the lower decks first. The passenger staterooms appeared clean and tidy, each with an escape emergency section under the beds all stocked with a standard pod. The linen closet was full of sheets and comforters for the passenger staterooms as well as a stacked washer and dryer in it large enough to handle a single set of bedding or a number of clothes.<br><br>There were no obvious places or signs of the secret compartments but from digging around he was sure if they were around they'd have to be somewhere near the fuel areas of the ship. The only other place that it he could see there might be one was in the linen area but it would take some time and tools to dig through there if it was beneath or behind the washer and dryer units.<br><br>The lower deck common area had a large couch in it with some soft looking cushions, a dining table, a flat wall mounted screen that looked to be hooked up to a playback device, a number of datachips that were labeled with various unusual names and numbers that indicated movie titles, and a shelving unit stocked with a number of card and board games. As Theo looked through the area there was a sudden flurry of movement from behind and before he could react he found his shoes the target of a <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">dreaded creature</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Pounce%21.gif)</div></div>. Moving quickly Cat snagged on a shoelace as it moved about and caught it in firmly, staring upwards with the prey in its mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 17:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>While others left the ship entirely to go get equipment or other items, once Elijah and Grendel had said their greetings the doctor decided to head off and investigate his part of the ship, and to see what sort of shape it was in. A few steps and turns into the vessel, and he'd found the area that was of most interest to him at this point. Figuring out the aesthetics of entering the medical area, the then began to examine it, to check on the stock and supplies, and to see what sort of equipment was present, and what shape it was in. He also looked to see if there was an actual set of quarters set aside for the physician.<br><br>When he found the quarters, across the hall from the Medbay/Lab area, he stowed his gear on the floor in the quarters for now. He'd figure out the tidying up part later. He was currently more interested in the state of the actual medical space.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 17:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br><br>Max entered onto the bridge and began her search, raising a brow as she noticed the lifelike Aslan, she glanced around herself quickly to make sure she was unobserved, she could do without getting a reputation with the crew, before checking down the front of the Aslan's trousers- she was curious.... Noting the different access points, a moment later she'd check under the clothing for anything more obvious or hidden. Making doubly sure that she was alone, performing a quick cavity search as well.<br>"I know- forward for a first date, forgive me will you?"<br>She spoke to the doll, unable to stop herself flushing a little. She could be professional with a perp but something about the things entire purpose disarmed her a little. Curiousity satisified she'd redress the Aslan and resume the search, checking the back of the picture and letting out a soft sigh. Worst part of investigating any death was seeing the dead dreams... Still, one hell of a picture and the keys only confirmed, this was someone who adored flying, Max had to admit, she was a little excited to cut ties with her own life herself and go out amongst whatever inspired such love.<br><br>Max would curse the lack of a bag, though would quickly check for any containers, if found, she'd start to collect the hairs left on the spare seat, trying to sort different people into different containers as much as she could. The log entries proved frustrating, with so many sealed and locked, still there was one. Max watched it with a heavy heart, someone who loved their life this much, who adored space, who had risen from nothing- had had it snatched away, that left a bitter taste. The high level security on the other logs though was damned interesting, what in the heck had been going on with this ship? What had been a simple mystery was growing deeper.<br><br>Passing through the dining room, Max ran a hand over the dining table, the same one she had seen in the log, another bittersweet feeling. Her (part-owned) table now where that camera had rested. She moved on. The captains quarters deepened the mystery, the clothing was largely respectable plain, not like what would be expected of the owner of that Aslan and that crate of toys, were they maybe a passengers? Had she maybe been held against her will? The missing footwear suggested it was <em>possible</em> that the captain might be alive, though more likely dead and afloat in the void if she had made it off ship. She found herself genuinely smiling as Max turned off the light in the bathroom, the constellations lighting up. It was a crime scene, but Max knew she'd deeply love the room, or at least access to the bath. If she had containers she'd gather a little of the hair, she was assuming the hair belonged to Chloe but she had no way to be certain just yet. With a sigh Max would hit the intercomm for the ship.<br><br>"Alright, genuine mystery on our hands, small possibility, extremely small possibility that the ship's old captain, first name Chloe, is still alive. There is some military grade encryption on the ships logs I've found. Lots of hair that might bear examining and a sticky fluid on the pilots seat I'd like to analyse before we clean it. If anyone finds anything weird, please contact me over the intercomm, I'd also put a higher priority on sticking that cat that broke in into a cage till we've properly turned over the ship for clues, any objections?"<br><br>Max asked, a wary feeling that as much as she had new found respect for the ship and it's old owner, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to bring them worlds of trouble...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 17:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ghrreigh<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Chanticleer(Ghrreigh)</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adrianna finds Ghrreigh waiting for her. "Fa, is all sniffing about things as shouldn't be sniffed." She looks Adrianna in the eye. "You grav-pilot? Air/raft certified? Not I, but they dropped one anyway on me. You mind come with, fly back?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Sure, i can fly almost anything. Are you saying you have an air/raft, but can't fly it?" Adrianna just shakes her head. "I will help you get it back here but I want you to help me with something. I am going shopping for a refurbished Jan-o-bot and I need a good mechanic to look at it to make sure we are getting our money's worth. You game?"<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 22:07:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Around the Cargo Bay<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br><hr><br>Upon Greg's return, Will shook his head, "Nah, I'm a flyer, though more for things like this. Driving cars was never something I learned. Fixing one up though? Maybe I can help out with that..." he offered, with a slight smile. He was still sat perched on the cage amongst the toys, his muscle spasms calming down some. He looked to Adrianna, "Max went up with the one guy to check out the bridge... The scene up there is a lil more subdued than here, though well... Something special's up in there waiting for them left by whoever kept these here, I'd wager..." he grinned to the redhead as he pointed a hand shakily up at the ceiling of the cargo bay.<br><br>Upon hearing Max's voice over the intercomm, with a grunt Will plopped himself off the cage and stood shakily back to his feet. Interestingly though he seemed to hold the odd twitch and jerk of a spasm, he didn't seem slow or clumsy in his movements. It was clear he took some damage to his nervous system though in the past, which may to a viewer bring up a question of how much of a quick draw or speedster he may have been beforehand. Now though, his pacing was fairly average. "I'm gonna go back up the ladder and join the others. Y'all are free to join when you want." he said with a small pleasant smile before making his way back to the ladder to the main airlock once more, "Best be quick, don't wanna be left with the duff stateroom if there is one after all..." he called as he gave his hand a singular wave in a 'see you in a bit' gesture...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 22:31:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br>Ghrreigh regards Adrianna with an expression something like a dog presented with a steak that it hasn't been told it can eat. Skeptical but far from disinterested.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285467.msg14065588#msg14065588">Quote from: Triggvi on 12-04-2018, 17:37:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sure, i can fly almost anything. Are you saying you have an air/raft, but can't fly it?" Adrianna just shakes her head. "I will help you get it back here but I want you to help me with something. I am going shopping for a refurbished Jan-o-bot and I need a good mechanic to look at it to make sure we are getting our money's worth. You game?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Fa, air/raft have, near Port offices, but need <em>here</em>, in air/raft bay. No sense parking paying on stackable vehicle when can matryoshka them all." She rakes the blastcrete with one armored boot (who puts steel claws on their boots? How gauche is that? Vargr do, evidently...) which fails to mar the surface, designed as it is to deal with the engines of descending starships. "Prioritize!" She pokes the intercom at the base of the cargo ramp and bellows into it, snarling. "<strong><em>HUMANS!</em> Less than day to lift ship, we! Sniff in corners can and territories claim later! Engines! Seals! Life support! Comps! <em>Prioritize!</em></strong>"<br><br>She thumbs the comm off with a click and squints back at Adrianna. "Possible. What priority bot being?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285467.msg14065993#msg14065993">Quote from: wander on 12-04-2018, 22:07:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Upon Greg's return, Will shook his head, "Nah, I'm a flyer, though more for things like this. Driving cars was never something I learned. Fixing one up though? Maybe I can help out with that..." he offered, with a slight smile. He was still sat perched on the cage amongst the toys, his muscle spasms calming down some.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Not fixing needed, unless I driveing. Can tune gravitics, can't fly suborbital silly vehicle." She squints at Will as he stands. "Medical,&nbsp; you needing? Doc went in, thinking."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 16:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ghrreigh and comm to all<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Chanticleer(Ghrreigh)</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She thumbs the comm off with a click and squints back at Adrianna. "Possible. What priority bot being?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adrianna gives greg a very warm seductive smile while stepping closer to greg and gently reaching out to scratch behind her ears "We all have our own priorities. Yours is getting your air/raft back to the ship. Mine is making sure that the ship is clean and I don't have to clean it! That being said, I need your help with the jan-o-bot when I actually find one. I like to make my good friends a priority. Don't you? "<br><br>To all:<br>Turning on her comm "How about we call an owners meeting in about 2 hours.? Our engineer can inspect the critical systems and the rest of us can inspect the rest of the ship and come back with detailed reports on what we need to do to get this ship into service. Greg and I are going away for a few minutes to get his air/rafter."<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 16:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone on Comm<br><hr><br>Looking up from where he was inspecting the medical bay and surrounding storage and quarters, he tapped on his comm.<br><br>Sounds good to me, if anyone needs the Doc, I'll be in the medical bay and attached quarters investigating and checking on the stock and supplies that came with the ship in the lab and infirmary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 17:15:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>Max will roll her eyes as she hears Greg's complaint before responding with a thumb press.<br>"You do you and I'll do me Greg, I might be okay at simple repairs but I think you want someone qualified to look at the things that we need to stay alive when we get into space. Mainwhile if I can find out whoever had a serious hate on for this ship and just what the hell happened here I can maybe keep us safe once we get there."<br><br>Max paused to listen to Adrianna before nodding herself again.<br>"Alright, was thinking that myself, meeting would be good, stop us acting at cross purposes and we can get things like accomodation and our next steps sorted out. Going to check out the rest of the ship a little more quickly than the bridge and the captains quarters when I'll have a word with the local head office and see if I can't dig anything else about this ship up. Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours, until the meeting, then if there is nothing else pressing I'm all yours for dogsbody work. Sound fair Greg?"<br>Max would offer as a sort of compromise as she eyed Chloe's wardrobe again, partly to see if she had missed anything and partly wondering if anything there would fit her. She could do with a couple of changes of clothes.&nbsp; <br>"Good stuff Doc, don't suppose the med bay could handle forensics work at all?"<br>Max would ask, not waiting for a reply (she could answer from elsewhere after all) before she moved to begin the rest of her sweep of the ship, a little less focussed unless she spots something interesting and pausing to offer Will a hand up from the airlock. <br>"Making a sweep of the ship, join me Will?"<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Investigation if relevent</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Investigation Continue<br>Result: 5, 3,<br>Total: 13</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 17:38:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Climbing into the ship<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: all<br><hr><br>Will looked back to Greg as the former began his ascent up the ladder to the airlock, "Alright, alright... I get it. I'll have a poke around myself and see what's up where the others haven't got to yet." he reassured the floofy white Vargyr. He paused for a moment when the canine-looking alien showed that mild bit of concern, "Nah, I'm good. Freezer messed me up in my early twenties. I got a full bill of health, the nerve twitching I've kept partly as screw paying 5k to fix it..." he replied, "And it reminds me I'm alive." he added after a beat, in a stoic tone. Hearing Adrianna, he called back down to her, "By the way, I'm a mechanic..."<br><br>"I had to fix more than a few things on my ol' Scout ship before my body got super wrecked on the second time. I'm not really an engineer, though I grew up knowing some basics of the field back when I lived on Penelope. I'd like to improve that though, just never really got around to it before now. Something I can be taught, yeah?" with that he opened the main airlock, "Oh and I'll chip in a grand or two for the JanitorBot, I'm not sure if we'll really need it, though given what I saw in the bridge, I got a feeling the staterooms' beds may need a wipe, y'know?" he grinned, "Call it an investment. I'll wire whoever spent the creds via my comm in payback. I'm good to chip in an equal share." With that he entered in, the hatch shutting behind him as the air cycled and he entered the ship's top deck once more.<br><br>Once inside, Will took Max's hand, pulled himself inside and gave a nod, "Sure thing. I learned from the best after all, let's see if the student finds something the master doesn't..." he smiled to her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Investigating with Max</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: wander rolled: 2d6<br>Comment: investigate +1<br>Result: 6, 3,<br>Total: 9<br><br>Add the +1 from Will's skill and that's a Final Total of 10.<br><br>Seeing as the characters are meeting in two hours, Will will spend that time peeking around each area. I'm not sure how that'll edit the final result and what he finds.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 23:32:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br>Ghrriegh folds her ears flat, 'smiles' back extremely fangily and gives a low warning growl, ducking her head back and away as Adrianna reaches toward her ears. Apparently Max has clearance, but other people Ghrriegh has just met don't. <br><br>"Priorities are surviving. Air/raft can us down getting from orbit if ship not capable. Haven't engines on this thing yet seen." ...And she doesn't sound like she expects she'll be happy when she does.&nbsp; <br><br>"Two hours, meetingly good is." She grumbles a bit more sharply as Adrianna signs off. "Female!" She then proceeds to stare confusedly at the comm speaker as Max signs off after making a comment about a dogsbody.<br><br>Will's explanation just gets a nod. The Vargr is clearly no stranger to battle damage, but hers don't seem to have much to do with her nervous system. She does, however, look back up to Adrianna. "Mek better robotics-judge will being, I on engines should focus. Air/raft in good shape, better life boat than escape pods being if ship apart comes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 06:06:44</strong>
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				Warmed by Elijah's affection, Grendel almost felt herself (that pronoun was becoming more familiar) blushing.&nbsp; That wasn't the only change that had begun.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, I can tell,"</strong> she said to Eli's greeting, <strong>"and soon enough you will notice how glad <em>all </em>of me is to see you." </strong> She hugged Eli in the manner of good friends but made sure to slightly grind the areas of her that would have slight curves later discreetly into him.&nbsp; It was a kind of promise for the future.<br><br>That done, Grendel extended her gloved hand to Max.&nbsp; The gloves were a protection for them both although they might have seemed standoffish to those who didn't suspect why.&nbsp; She hoped the handshake was warm enough to convey her real pleasure at meeting someone new.&nbsp; Each stranger was a new universe in a way few of them would ever know.<br><br>But there was some slight disappointment upon closer inspection. Maxine, despite her unisexable name, was a healthy female, too well-developed to have Grendel's random 'flexibility'.&nbsp; She was born as Nature intended, not made in a lab.&nbsp; <strong>"Max, then." </strong>Grendel looked away to hide her envy.<br><br>Grendel disengaged herself as soon as politeness would allow.&nbsp; Where was that darned cat, she wondered.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah, should have rescued a dog, <em>they </em>do what they are told."</strong> she muttered to herself.&nbsp; Given time, they would find Cat.&nbsp; A can of Terran tuna would locate her for sure.&nbsp; But a starship could be a dangerous place for a dumb animal and even smart humans.&nbsp; There was a faster way.<br><br>Grendel had been concentrating on suppressing what some called her 'gifts' outside the ship.&nbsp; But here a simple search for life could only go so far wrong, even for a unstable psion.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and allowed her inner senses free reign...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1. Again, sorry for the delay.&nbsp; Assume that Grendel has been cordial and friendly to all new and old friends barring a very unlikely reason not to be, even if I have been too slow to specifically express this for her.<br><br>2. If Chanticleer would like, Grendel's comments about a dog's 'docility' could be overheard by Greg's powerful hearing, leading to a fun awkward scene.<br><br>3. Grendel is using Life Detection to sense Cat.&nbsp; More than the rules allow, Grendel is a very unstable psionic.&nbsp; So she can still fail if it serves Lizzie's plot.&nbsp; Grendel does not yet know about the dark psionic echoes of the fomer Captain's Quarters and she has opened her naked mind to it (if this serves Lizzie's purposes).<br><br>At 2018-04-13 23:28:53, Dream Lover (uid: 58830) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117638)<br><br>Success, as far as the dice can say.&nbsp; But who knows just <em>what </em>Grendel has reached in the dark...?&nbsp; I think two points of psionic strength expended should cover the ship.<br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 06:30:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ghrreigh <br><hr><br>Taken aback by gregs harsh reaction to her words of friendship wanting gregs help to check out refurbished jan-o-bots for the ship. She bares her own teeth and yells at the offending vagr.<br>"If your priority is survival, you best be thinking of making friends rather than enemies! As far as I am concerned you can get your fragging air/raft on your own!"<br><br>With full set of steam Adrianna turns on her heel and heads into the ship.<br><br>Adrianna goes up the ladder to the top deck and works her way through the crew quarters area to the bridge. Looking around the bridge taking it all in. Then starts looking over the controls.<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 08:04:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Medical Facilities &amp; Maneuver Drive Bay, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elijah and everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh's ears skew in slight confusion in Adrianna's wake, then the Vargr gives a surprisingly human shrug before moving to where she'd earlier stashed her belongings near the cargo bay door hydraulics. Loud touchy human wants to make ship clean; Ghrreigh needs to start getting her paws dirty. <br><br>She hoists the over-large sealed case across her back, then flips the tool-chest open, pausing to pull out a set of PRIS goggles and tug the headset down below her ear. A series of different hologrammatic test images congeal and spin in front of her eyes for a few moments before they resolve into a transparent readout which she has set to constantly cycle through a wide range of false-colored spectral imaging ranging from ultraviolet to electromagnetic and, compositing the displays now and again in mutually relevant sets. She idly gives the main bay door's seals a once-over, noting stresses and wear-and-tear before proceeding into the ship.<br><br>Almost immediately, Ghrreigh is brought up short of her destination. What kind of people don't have all-deck access to the engine room?! The people who built this vessel, evidently. She spends a few annoyed minutes checking the aft-walls of the staterooms which bound up against the engine-room bulkhead before backtracking and ascending a level. The upper-deck mainlock seals get a thorough inspection as well. She sticks her head into the medic's quarters and the medical bay briefly, since they're spliced into the mainlock and also have necessary air-tight seals, and gives Elijah a brief, holo-studded nod. "In-and-out. Good quarantine design is. If electrical problems occuring do yell."<br><br>That little tidbit taken care of, she smiles more broadly on finding the entrance to the engine room. In goes the Vargr, down goes the sealed crate and the tool chest. She takes one peek through the floor hatch to verify that yes, there's a jump drive down there, then anchors the crate to a couple of hold-downs on the forward bulkhead, slicing its seal with a claw and opening it to reveal a somewhat potent arsenal. The toolchest goes aft of the engineering control chair and is similarly anchored against acceleration.<br><br>Navy habits will out.<br><br>Ghrreigh clicks the comm by the door and growls "Engineering station reporting: manned, off-line," syncs her headset to said comm, then selects an assortment of tools. She checks a few nearby fittings for compatibility before velcroing parts of a standard wrench set to one thigh and a group of gravitics probes and adjusters to the other. A hand computer wraps around her right arm, also synced into her goggles, and an autopistol from the weapons locker gets fitted in crossdraw at the Vargr's waist.<br><br>The fluffy Vargr cheerfully settles herself into a detailed inspection of what is apparently her new domain, focusing on the maneuvering drive and gravitics.<br><br>Alternately snarled and hummed, the softly menacing tones of an old Kousuesite battle-song, a dirge for the honor of a mining enclave caught between two warring empires, echoes around the room as she works.<br><br>(Ex-Imperial Navy characters (or sufficiently rigorous other spacers) might go 'oooh!' at the station status report. Anyone who asks if she should've said 'Vargred' gets keelhauled!)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolling</div><div class="spoiler_body">Looking over the maneuver drive and checking its maintenance situation: At 2018-04-14 00:52:02, Ghrreigh (uid: 63473) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117643)<br>Anything she might've noticed while checking seals and systems between the cargo hatch and the engineering bay: At 2018-04-14 00:52:39, Ghrreigh (uid: 63473) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117644)<br><br>I haven't played Traveller in so long that I don't remember if there's any bonus to having the right tools or if it's just a case of 'without them, you can't do anything at all,' but she's working with a TL9 handcomputer, Starship Engineering Tool Kit and Portable Radiation Imaging System goggles.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 19:29:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Engineering, Various ship areas<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Ghrreigh<br><hr><br>In the cargo bay before heading deeper Ghreigh finds a few points in the hydraulics that show signs of low pressure flows and weakened seals. The external construction looks to be solid and air-tight but the opening and closing mechanisms look to have some wear and tear that hasn't been addressed. In addition there is a light glow of very low level, non-hazardous, radioactivity that shines on the cargo bay ramp over towards a currently empty section of the cargo bay in a thick line. There is what looks to be a very faint rock dust on the cargo floor where this occurs.<br><br>In the engine room things appear to be mostly in order although the power plant is on and appears to have not been shut off since landing. It's often normal for one to never be shut off but it is another indicator that the navy didn't bother to come inside. There looks to be enough fuel for a single week of operation left in the fuel bays from what the readouts indicate. The plant power looks to have a slightly higher draw than normal coming out of it and the fuel pressure heading into the powerplant looks to be off as well.<br><br>Looking through the area further, the fuel seals in several areas looked to be cracked and very faintly leaking with some sort of temporary chemical coating being all that is holding them in place. There is a faint almost spore looking substance around all the rubber of the sealants as well.<br><br>The fuel processors are currently off but examination of them shows two of them have a large amount of some sort of fungus growing along them.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">In most cases bonuses, penalties, or impossibilities are at my discretion save for those items that give specific modifiers. In addition the difficulty of actions give modifiers that can range from -6 to +6. To save time with out of combat situations I just giving the results of the roll with my difficulty and equipment modifiers after the fact so rolling doesn't bog down with an exchange of 'what modifiers do I have for X' unless someone wants to know before hand to assess if it is feasible if they might know head of time or just try their luck.</div></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cargo Bay/Just inside the ship<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Senses stretch out over the ship, picking up nearly everyone except for Elijah while he was inside the medical crew quarters. It isn't a blank spot in the detection though but rather feels like something is bending psionic senses around it rather than it being a blank spot like a typical shield would be. Cat appeared to be enjoying playing and following other crew members at current.<br><br>The senses flying over through the upper deck do hit a snag when they brush along the Captain's Quarters. Grendel's mind blanks for a moment and her body buckles, falling to its knees as a heavy impact of a bittersweet love, lust, joy, and a happy contentment floods into her mind. The sensation of being filled and the taste of semen touches onto her tongue from the echo along with the sensation of restraints on her wrists and ankles rushing towards a boiling point. The echos in the room assault Grendel's mind from all sides with what feels like more than one individual making up the lingering residue.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Two points should cover the ship. It's up to you how you want to describe it but Grendel will 'suffer' a rather potent loud messy orgasm due to the psionic echos there.</div></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Adrianna<br><hr><br>Despite the appearance the controls on the ship appear to be very well maintained, if somewhat unlabeled, although everything looked to be in a fairly standard configuration giving little doubt as to what would do what to Adrianna's practiced gaze. The instruments looked to be hooked up well and nothing was out of place even if it was a little messy at times. The restraints were on the chair for the main pilot with the doll in the co-pilots chair by the look of the layout indicating if they were ever in use it wouldn't have been during any kind of time a flight alteration would have been expected.<br><br>Looking through it all it also appears as thought there is an unlabeled emergency lever to seal the bridge hatch from the rest of the ship and cut it off the hatch from computer control. It does not appear as thought that function has been used. It's not a common alteration and unlabeled it would normally be hard to recognize but the experienced flyer certainly would recognize the alteration as being one added by the security minded and military vessels sometimes use it combined with a controlled depressurization to prevent catastrophic atmosphere loss from weapons fire and to aid in dealing with unprepared borders or other possible issues.<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>Inside the trousers of the doll there was a large rather thick shaft complete with a set of fuzzy balls beneath. The member (https://bad-dragon.com/products/kippy) was a unique one to be sure and felt as though it could alter its hardness as needed and seemed to have a tube running from the tip down inside to a fluid container. The thick thing also appeared to have a small vibrator inside the knot itself. The cavity search of the doll showed it to have some surprisingly advanced alterations, if somewhat unfinished, with robotic muscular constructions running through all of its limbs. The head was built to contain a computer of some sort although it was currently empty, and the cable that hung from the doll appeared as though it was to connect with whatever computer happened to be sealed inside the doll.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can find/get containers for storing evidence easily so you can assume you can get samples of what you like.</div></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Various areas of the ship<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max, Will, Theo<br><hr><br>Doing a sweep of the ship, the two previously un-examined crew quarters show a double bunked section with no fresher although there was a community one with a large shower in another room. The double quarters each looked as though they had only contained a single occupant however, with one having a bunk filled with cookbooks and what appeared to be specialized grooming tools for Vargr. The clothing in it looked to be for a grey haired canine and beneath the bunk was a kit for slug and energy weapon maintenance. A plug on the wall looked to be set up for laser weapon battery recharging.<br><br>The other double bunk had one of them filled with engineering tools and a very large number of what looked like little drones and tiny robots were scattered across it. Several data storage units and a small hand computer sat near it. The dresser looked to have clothing for a petite woman and a hairbrush with pink hair strands still stuck inside. Beneath the bunk was an organized plastic bay filled with wires, solder, nuts, bolts, other assorted parts for building tiny robots.<br><br>It took Max, Will, and Theo doing a sweep of the ship combined to find the hidden compartments, six tons of smuggling compartments with various ease of accessibility. Five of them were accessible from the upper deck on the edges of the walls where it met the fuel tanks, apparently using the electrical power going through there, conduit, and mass of the fuel itself to hide it from prying eyes. One of them had a moderate sized very sophisticated computer that was currently hooked up to the power lines and appeared to be a sleep mode.<br><br>The last ton of space was in the linen closet that Theo had suspected contained one prior and took a bit of effort to get open. Inside there was a large locked storage container. <br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Medical Quarters and Medbay<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elijah<br><hr><br>The medical officers quarters are a standard layout, bed, fresher, and all the usual things one would find. It is very solidly white though with a rather spartan feel and in the middle of the room there is a soft mat that looks to be maid of woven fibers. Crystalline structures are placed around the walls and across the ceiling of the place each engraved with different sets of Zhodani symbols. It's hard to place but there is an almost unnatural sense of calm lingering in the area. The clothing in the dressers appears to be for what looks to be a male in excess of two meters in height and from the shape they would have to be either thin or athletic in build to wear the garments without stretching. There is a lone picture frame in the room that looks to have had a picture removed within the last few weeks.<br><br>The medical bay is well stocked if a little disheveled at spots. There are four emergency low berths for when stasis is needed to hold someone alive until a medical facility can be reached and plenty of equipment for routine examinations to surgical operations in the room. One low berth looks to be holding a locked container filled with specimen jars that look to have various plant and soil samples inside. One large locked glass cabinet is filled with a variety of unlabeled pills and fluids in jars. In addition the room has a number of things not normally found in a standard medical lab but are rather at home in a science laboratory geared towards xenobiology and genetic testing. A vacc suit hangs near the emergency low berths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 20:58:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone on Comm<br><hr><br>Getting into the Medical Bay, Elijah had smirked, it was like a separate pod within the ship itself, and he knew the reason why. If someone had to be quarantined, or something bad happened in the medbay, it wouldn't spread to the rest of the ship and it's passengers. It was no different than the labs he had worked in previously for the Imperium. He was pleasantly surprised by the quarters. They were Spartan and bare, but that was easily fixed. A quick look through the clothing and they were for someone taller than him. No matter. He had plenty of his own for now, and would buy a few more before they left. He found an empty box and packed all of the clothing into it and set it out in the hall. It could be rummaged through by others or left here planet side, or sold, he didn't care. He did a bit of quick cleaning and straightening before entering the actual lab and infirmary, and he was very pleased. Obviously the prior owner knew the importance of medical care, and the normal stocked items were plentiful, clean and the sterile items were still packaged. One thing he didn't like was the lack of identification on the medicines. That could kill someone. Quickly.<br><br>He buzzed the comm real quick to answer Max's question about forensics That's an affirmative Max, I should be able to take care of any needs regarding science from here. The lab is in pretty good order. Almost as good as the last lab I worked in on Gohature and then it was back to work. He pulled out his computer and opened up the highly detailed, complex and thorough medical database and began to check the drugs, and once identified, labeled them. He did this for awhile, until the nagging question about the crystals hit him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Die Roll of 3 to ID crystals, unsuccessful</div></div><br>He thought he knew what they were, but didn't know.<br><br>He was unaware of what was going on topside, he had no idea Grendel couldn't 'feel' his presence. He hit the comm.<br><br>Grendal, can you meet me in the Medical Bay? I've found something that I think you'll recognize, or understand much better than I do
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 22:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>In The Cargo Bay, a short time ago, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grendel<br><hr><br>Max shook the woman's hand firmly, smiling to her. She wouldn't exactly put money on it, but she was increasingly convinced Grendel was probably a lady. Though felt puzzled as she quickly looked away and headed off.<br>"Well err... Nice to meet you"<br>Before heading to her own investigations...<br><br>...<br><br>On the Bridge Max found herself flushing as she found the Aslan's sex, her hands feeling along it's length and cupping the balls experimentally,<br>"Bugger me but someone was dedicated to their perversions, thing must be worth a fortune."<br>Max's impression of this only growing as she further examined it before redressing the officer.<br>"Still you add to the mystery, lets see if we can't find that computer of yours shall we?"<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Various - Starfinder, Now, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Will<br><hr><br>Max would laugh as she released Will's hand, having helped him up,<br>"Who knows, I am retired now, maybe I'm getting rusty!"<br><br>Max would feel a note of professional pride as she found some smuggling compartments and a note of professional respect as others found theirs and they combined notes on what they had found. Each fresh personal find only increasing the sensation they were inside the house of dead people. It would fade in time, but it was an uncomfortable sensation to be sure. Max would happily bag samples of hair and the like as they went, better safe than sorry and who knows what they might tell them about the crew, putting each sample into a differently labelled bag.<br><br>Alright, so we've got an engineer, possibly a hobbyist. We've got the captain and a well groomed Vargr who knows their weapons and enjoys cooking... A sleeping computer and locked storage unit. Hmmm. Anyone good with locks? Will, Theo was it? "<br><br>Max would muse looking back to the computer, pondering if it would fit in the empty space in the Aslan's head.<br><br>"And this little hand computer"<br><br>Unless someone else was wanting a stab at that, Max would fire it up and begin a quick check through the data units.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 23:44:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> on the bridge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>max<br><hr>Now that the flight controls are in good shape let's starts testing out the sensors. The flight controls where in better shape than I was fearing. <br><br>Let's do an diagnostic on the sensors and check the logs as far back as I can go.<br><br>What is this on the internal sensors? Freshers? <br>OMG Max is cute and very tidy down there! I think she has noticed the lack of fresher wipes. <br>"Max, I have fresher wipes in my cleaning supplies we bought. I will get you some"<br>&nbsp;over the comm.<br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 00:56:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Top deck of ship, inside. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: max and theo, open.<br><hr><br>"So we got a communal fresher. That's... actually kinda expected..." Will muttered to Max and Theo, putting his hands in his pockets as his twitchiness started up again. "We got a hand computer in the one room and that comp draining power in the one smuggling compartment. I don't really know computer stuff. Not my thing at all. Probably both got some interesting things on them, mind." He took a deep sigh out and shook his head, "We should see about cracking that container open too. See what kind of contraband is in there. Probably the reason this ship got itself into our hands to begin with..." he added with a clear lack of confidence in his ability to get said compartment open.<br><br>"I'm a bridge guy and I can fix things up a little bit. This kind of techno-crap and level of larceny is beyond me." Will spun on his feet in frustration and looked back to the other two. "Okay, I ain't no lock-picker, though I am a mechanic. If the thing has a mechanism, I can maybe take a look at it. No promises though. If it's an electric lock, then maybe... And a leap of logic here... Maybe the way to open it will be on one of those computers. Though bugger me if you expect to figure out something like that. My homeworld's level of 'high-tech' was <em>steam-trains</em>..." he grumbled, "Anyway, I'll go take a look at the linen-closet container..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanic Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: wander rolled: 2d6<br>Comment: mechanic roll add 1.<br>Result: 3, 1,<br>Total: 4<br><br>That's a 5, which would be a fail. If that would have worked to begin with. I wonder if I'd get a bonus to the roll for putting extra time in? Or is it not that kind of lock anyways? I figured I'd make the roll pre-emptively incase I rolled well and something came of it.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 01:11:27</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Maneuver Drive Bay, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh logs the clearest structural sensor images she can get in whatever is the best wavelength, making a record of all wear and tear, including hydraulics showing low pressure, leakage, or weak seals, and appending each image with terse estimates of MTTF and approximate repair hours and costs by her best judgement. The format she uses is clearly derived from Imperial Navy checklists. She simply dumps these into the ship's computer's main logbook as she finds them. Hopefully the rest of the crew is paying attention. Someone else can sort them out if they want it pretty, she's focused heavily on 'effective' right now.<br><br>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Upper-Right Quadrant 30% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Lower-Right Quadrant 29% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br>[Att: Cargo Hatch Seal Lower-Right Quadrant 34% sealing surface area. Report continues...<br>[Att: Cargo Hatch Portside Hydraulic Ram Fluid Leak Requires Attention. Report continues...<br><br>She also gets the best imagery she can of the radioactive spill, finds a sealable container, and vacuums the dust up into it. Nobody sane ships radioactive materials at more than a low percentage of prompt critical mass, but you still don't leave the stuff lying around where it can accumulate. That container gets labelled clearly and placed off to the side for later identification. Its location also gets added to the logs she uploads. Some things you don't trust a cleaning robot to do. Off the logs, this operation is accompanied by a certain amount of canine grumbling. Who leaves radioactive dust around in a sealed living environment?<br><br>[Att: Ionizing Radiation Environmental Hazard. Report continues...<br>[Att: Ionizing Radiation Environmental Hazard Containment. Report continues...<br><br>The engine-work ends up being a more relaxing period for the Vargr as she clambers over, around, and under them to check every little thing she can. Some jobs you do to impress the brass, but in space you live or die by your power, drives and life support and she wants those engines as tightly tuned as she can manage them. The power draw is unusual, but not an emergency. The fuel pressure is a little worrying however. She'll look into it, well, after she's done with the engines themselves.<br><br>...And just when Ghrreigh's done with that and fairly happy, a review of the fueling system turns into, well...nightmare fuel. At one point her least favorite wrench actually gets thrown at the far wall. Alas, they're in a gravity well, so it doesn't bounce all the way back to her and she has to go retrieve it herself. She taps her headset to relay to the nearest comm unit. Time for the bad news.<br><br>[Att: Primary Reactor Status: Online. Report continues...<br>[Att: Primary Maneuver Drive Status: Nominal. Report continues...<br>[Att: Primary Jump Drive Status: Nominal. Report continues...<br>[Att: Fuel Systems Organic Contaminant Imagery. Report continues...<br>[Att: Fuel Systems Seals Status Degraded 89%. Report continues...<br>[Att: Fuel Systems Status: Offline. Report continues...<br><br>"Engineering station reports. Previous crew teakettle left on, unscrammed. Power, M- and J-drives check five-oh and shiny." So why does she sound so angry? "Fuel levels sub-nominal, fuel purity questionable, organic contaminations all fuel sealing and processing in and seals eroding. Organics growing in-on system, we got. We some botanical specialist have?" She sighs almost explosively, more of a huffy sound. "Downchecking all fuel-related systems command override pending, me. Full system shutdown, flush and replace all seals recommending, me. Drydock work. Stuck in a hole, we are." <br><br>[Att: Ship Status: Going nowhere. Somewhat fucked. Report continues...<br><br>The Vargr lets unhappy gravity just carry her down to sink into a curled sitting position against the base of the wall, glaring at the fuel processors as if she were trying to light them up pyrokinetically. After a few minutes, she gets up and pads over to life support and dials the humidity down to a severe, desert-world 10%.<br><br>Take that, mushrooms.&nbsp; &gt;:(<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 06:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the crew refreshers<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>max<br><hr>A light knock and pause before the door the the refresher opens. "Max, I have those refresher wipes you need. I expect you are curious how I knew you needed them? Apparently there is a vid located in here accessible from the internal sensors." Adrianna lifts her heads and locating the vid and pointing to it. "i found it when I was looking over the sensor and sensor logs" handing her a package of refresher wipes.<br><br>"When you get a chance come by the bridge and I will show you before I take the vid out of here."&nbsp; Adrianna leaves to again give max the illusion of privacy. <br><br>Making her way back to the bridge to finish cleaning the co-pliots seat and relabeling the flight controls.<br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 17:54:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>On the Can, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon, a few moments ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adrianna, Will, Theo<br><hr>"Give me a minute guys, we're going to need to put in a thin plastic wall or something here, it's a bit exposed... Or at least an occupied sign. Anyway while I'm in there don't get too reckless with the strongbox, could be trapped or rigged to destroy the contents. Just you know. Be careful. My own homeworld wasn't much better, I was just lucky to be born in the high port."<br>Max offered Will a small smile before she slipped into the fresher to take care of buisness. Her hair, matching her head, messy and auburn between her legs just about visible from the camera between pale to almost white thighs, reaching for fresh wipes once she was done, she frowned as she heard the voice of the intercom, her free hand moving to cover herself as she looked around for exactly what had been used to notice that. While she waited, she listened to Greg's report, calling again to those in the hall.<br>"Shit. That sounds expensive..." <br><br>Max leaned forward, one hand still covering what she could muster of her modesty and her free hand reaching for the wipes, the freckles of her face now backlit with a blush as she took them.<br>"Ahhh... Thanks, though damn if that isn't awkward. My buddy Greg would probably tell me to mind my priorities but I'll see about joining you on the bridge once I've got a little better idea of whats going on.Sounds like there is a lot of work needing done on the ship and a ton of little mysteries, think it could wait till I can check in at the port? There's something weird going on with this ship and I'd like to find out where and how it was found."<br>Max gave a small evil glance over to where the video was pointed out to her. Once Adrianna had left, she would face away from it and wipe before standing, offering a brief view of pert and pale rear end to the camera before her trousers were pulled up back in place. Washing her hands and ;eaving the fresher, she'd hit a wall button for the intercom again.<br>"Assuming we can't afford drydock work, we'll know more once we have our group meeting, could you jury rig something temporary Greg? Or are we just stuck here? What was that about botanists too? Doc? Don't suppose you did an elective? Could you take a look?"<br>Max wiped her face and let out a soft laugh.<br>"And here I thought retired life would be boring."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 18:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Fresher, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>Adrianna thumbed her comm "I will go ahead and check with the port authority to see what it would cost to replace the fuel tank seals. It is pretty routine on the hydrogen tanks. I can't imagine it would be that expensive. It would mean a few more days in port. Just an FYI, there is a vid in the crew refresher. As soon as max is done in there I will cover it up until we finally take the damn thing out."<br><br>Adrianna waits for Max to finish. Then goes in and puts a sticker over the hole the vid is recording through.<br><br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 19:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>He was listening to the comm while waiting on Grendel to come below decks, and what he was hearing indicated they'd likely be here for a few days at least. Some things just couldn't wait to fix, and probably shouldn't wait if they were planning on leaving at some point. All of the assessments he'd heard meant repair work, and soon.<br><br>Yeah, I'll take a look after our meeting likely. I'm still investigating the medicine cabinet at this point, but botany was one of the things I studied, enough to potentially know what I'm looking at he said in reply to Max.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 23:01:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Maneuver Drive Bay, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrriegh bestirs herself to head out to the wings and actually dipstick the fuel tanks, just to be sure the gauges have some reality check. Eventually, after clambering hither and yon, she meanders back inside and begins trying to trace the source of the odd fuel-pressure signal going into the power plant. She has a sneaking suspicion where it's coming from, but good mechanics work by procedure, not prophecy.<br><br>Max's query makes her blanch under her fur. "Fuel system leaking is. Lift ship, could. Leak fuel into engine maintenance sections, could. Gaskets small problem. Fuel processing full of salad fixings, large problem is. Maybe salad is gasket wear causing, maybe not. Salad getting loose in system not pleasant lookout being."<br><br>"Lift ship, maybe three-four days fuel having. Jump, wouldn't. Hard maneuver, wouldn't. Guarantee integrity of fuel safety, wouldn't. Fine, might be. Might not be. System needs full breakdown and flush out salad, change out all seals to be sure."<br><br>She punctuates her doubts by attaching a photograph of a <del>fungus garden</del> fuel processing station with mushrooms growing out of it and flags it to display on any monitors not currently being used for life support or maintenance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>17-04-2018, 01:39:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Off the Can, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr>Max quickly made way for Adrianna giving her a nod with her small blush as she pasted over the camera.<br>"Really would have rather found out about that another way- but at least we found it, right?"<br>Max would hit the intercom button.<br>"Alright, in light of hearing about how our ship is... Lets put it delicately- Not well. If checks are finish, I'd move we step up our meeting timetable, as tasty as those mushrooms probably aren't- it sounds like we've got serious problems and should probably get to seeing if we actually have any raw cash between us to use on fixing it- Which in turn probably warrents a discussion on how anyone that pumps in extra cash should be renumerated when we start raking profit back in."<br>Though Max was beginning to worry that sky high profits might not be a fixture for the immediate future of this particular vessel and her crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 07:29:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Grendel<br><strong>Location:</strong>Onboard ship, possibly psychically everywhere on ship<br><strong>Time: </strong>A few moments before now<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone wanting a psychic orgasm.<br><hr><br><strong><br>"Ooo, Cat, when I find you, I am going to give you an Imperial Marine hair cut."</strong> Grendel whispered in jest and extended her perceptions.&nbsp; She found the Cat playing 'hide and stalk' with the others and purred in amusement.&nbsp; Or at least she <em>tried </em>to, momentarily confusing Cat's anatomy with her own.&nbsp; To others, it might have seemed Grendel was trying to gargle gasoline.<br><br>But <em>then</em>, a flood of perceptions penetrated her mind.&nbsp; She reflexively fought against the restraints in fear, too many flatscans had tried to lash her down, ice-pick her gifts away.&nbsp; But, no, this was something different.&nbsp; These were skilled and sweet tormentors, who knew that release from pain done right could equal the greatest pleasure. Lash and nibble, kiss and spank, Grendel was being ravished by the ghost of lovers long-absent.&nbsp; The taste of a man in her mouth was a reminder that she was meant to be the pleaser, not the pleased.&nbsp; Submission and surrender was where she could lose herself to the pleasure.<br><br>Both sets of genitals were beginning to respond in their own way.&nbsp; Not expecting such stimulation, each was near their neuter phase.&nbsp; But their combined climax was powerful enough.&nbsp; She moaned and flexed, her body trying to conduct the orgasm through all of her physical form.&nbsp; But this still was not enough.&nbsp; Her mind had to give its own kind of ecstatic moan.&nbsp; The psychic wave of energy exploded <em>outward </em>from her before she could even think of the nearby crew and what might happen to them.<br><br>Eli's query over the comms went unanswered amid paroxysms of pleasure and pain...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for being away so long.&nbsp; And I realize I am slightly behind in the continuity with Grendel but I felt this scene was necessary as the unstable team psychic can't contain her orgasm within herself.<br><br>I leave it to Lizzie as to just how Grendel's explosive climax manifests itself.&nbsp; It could be a Telempathic Orgasm to all in the ship (which will 'out' Grendel if she hasn't been already).&nbsp; Perhaps it is a Telekinetic push, stripping Grendel and ruining the nearby room.&nbsp; I'm sure our GM has some ideas and Grendel might be drained of Psionic Strength afterwards.&nbsp; Or it could be that the players decide what happen to their character, if anything.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 15:49:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Fresher, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>Contacting Port Authority:<br>Repair request: Starfinder hydrogen tanks seal replacement<br>Model: Fringer<br>Current location: Low Port Berthing XR-9876<br>Request: Estimate <br><br>Adrianna will also inquire as to who in the Master Chief for Emape low port knowing that the NCO's run the port. The Naval Officers are in charge but leave the day to day small stuff to the NCO's. Getting a repair priority is easier if you have sweet talked the base NCO.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Admin and Persuade rolls<br>At 2018-04-18 08:26:29, Adrianna (uid: 37316) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117835)<br>At 2018-04-18 08:27:21, Adrianna (uid: 37316) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=117836)<br>if you wanted to turn Adrianna's world on edge the master chief could be Sarah Dervilia lol<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 18:14:23</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Fresher<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrinna<br><hr><br>The initial requests are fairly standard ones and the basic repair statements were easy enough to get if you knew the normal way the naval systems worked. The repair quote was easy enough to get with a not uncommon bit of maintenance done every once and a while for vessels.<br><br>Automated Reply:<br><br>Query for Normal Estimates:<br>Standard Estimate for Replacement on Fringer Model: 2000 cr and 12-18 hours, additional costs if complications arise.<br><br><br>Normally there are some basic organization charts for the public to view if only to know who to talk to but as Adrianna knew only the officers in charge were listed rather than the grunts who actually did and scheduled the work. It took a little finagling and small talk with a few petty officers but eventually the name 'Master Chief Dervilia' came up. Apparently she works with some of the local scrapping and scout facilities to keep the naval base stocked in parts acting as a liaison between naval forces and the locals. There have been rumors that she was up for becoming a CO over the lowport.<br><br>It was at this point that half the sole of a boot landed on her foot.<br><br><hr><strong>Location:</strong> On-board<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Fortunately for Grendel there were no others in the room she was in when the unleashing happened and the damage was minimal thus far. Her clothing was shredded and teleported in chunks across the ship although not into the medical quarters. The untrained psionic strength lashed out nearby, doing no damage to the room and its contents at least with the telepathy link not expanding out too far. The mental swirl was disorienting with Grendel watching herself out of body during the experience and seeing her skin shift and ripple at the unleashed energy.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yes. I know you don't have teleport. That you know of and can access on your own. Here are the listed effects in summery<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Clothing destroyed and scattered.</li><li>Awareness activated and rapidly accelerated physical changes, you may determine the degree but it is roughly about a months worth. Skin is extremely sensitive for an hour.</li><li>Telepathy going slightly nuts, anyone in physical contact with Grendel for the next six hours will share all physical senses during the duration of contact, clothing does not block this. Those who approach 3 meters will share visual senses for the next three hours while in proximity.</li><li>Psi strength drained for a few hours.</li></ul></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">misc details</div><div class="spoiler_body">Small summery of various things.<br><br>@Will - Taking your time with lockpicking will still need a roll but could give a bonus due to the risk of jamming the lock shut. It's a thick external padlock.<br><br>@Greg - The mushroom may be cleared out by the life support alteration but it'll take a few hours at least to wilt them all.<br><br>@Greg and Elijah - I'll add a new post/edit to address the mushrooms more completely when I get an EDU + Life Science (Biology) roll from Elijah or a EDU + Life Science (Biology) - 4 roll from anyone else without access to his database for a quick identification.<br><br>@Elijah - The labeled drugs are enough to work with for medical stuff at the moment. The unlabeled stuff will likely take time and labwork to go through unless you want to risk doing it unsafely. Likely something to be done in downtime over a week in jumpspace for one to two jumps.<br><br>@Max - I'm not sure if I see anything I need to respond to directly yet. Tell me if I missed anything.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 21:46:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Moving to Crew Dining, inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open.<br><hr><br>After some fiddling with the large padlock and not immediately getting anywhere, Will let out a disgruntled sigh. He'd been ignoring most of the comm chatter as he worked, though when Max mentioned about meeting to see what cash they could scratch together to get out to the void, he finally decided to leave the lock alone for now (as he had no wish to jam it) and join in the conversation. "I'm heading to the crew dining area on the top floor. I think that makes a good area to meet to talk about how we're going to pool what credits we have together to do this and that. Also the container has a great huge padlock on it, I'm afraid of jamming it, so if anyone got experience with that, later on maybe we can see about opening the thing."<br><br>Will then left the area, wandered through the passenger stateroom area and reached up to open the ceiling hatch that led to the small room between the medic quarters and the medic bay. The pretty redhead Adrinna along with Maxine he could see just outside the crew fresher up the corridor to his left, he gave them a nod and smile and tapped on the door of the medical room to get Elijah out. "I know the Vargr is in Engineering. Anyone know where Grendel and that Theo guy is?" he questioned, as he pocketed his hands and twitchily walked up to them. "So, I got 15,500 credits to play with. I'm cool to drop some of that to get a janitorbot in, as mentioned before, as well as the odd one or two thousand for getting us off this rock. Renumeration I'm open to discuss, though let's wait for the others to haul here too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 21:50:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside, Medbay<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Doc was making good time on his labeling of the known medicines. The unknown ones would take time, time he didn't have right now, but at least he'd catalogued the ones that were notable and they would be ready if needed. He was pretty impressed with the prior owner's stocking of the medbay. Someone who appreciated the need for an orderly supply.<br><br>He touched the comm again, having failed to hear from Grendel. He really wanted to know about the crystals, but if he didn't hear from her again, he'd come topside and help with the plant identification that was inhibiting the fuel system. He was unaware of Grendel's situation with her psychic sensitivity, and figured she was just searching and helping codify what was found.<br><br>Grendel, if you have a minute, can you help me id something? After that I'll be up to help discuss the credit situation and the relevant needs he added, responding to Will.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 00:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Dining area Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon, a few moments ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>Max would nod at the intercomm message,<br>"Copy that, we can see if we can raid for snacks while we talk. Good thinking."<br>Max stretched as she left the fresher, giving a nod over to Will,<br>"Yeah, ah- full disclosure, I'm pretty badly in the red. but I'll go into it when we meet, till then, I'll work on this computer."<br>Max would wiggle the hand computer in her right hand before moving to the dining area to sit down and start reviewing both the computer itself and some of the data chits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 06:50:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew's Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrriegh slinks out of the Engineering bay hatch with a somewhat wounded expression, carrying an extensible probe, over the end of which is draped...a frilly underthing. Given her sense of smell, she probably knows <em>exactly</em> who it belongs to, but for the time being she drops it in the center of the table, retracts the probe by jamming its nose against her armored thigh, and stuffs it back into one of the many tool pouches now fitted around her body.<br><br>She doesn't say a word about it. What would she say? <em>I was doing fuel fractionation calibrations when this pair of panties attacked me from out of nowhere,</em> seems somewhat difficult to believe.<br><br>Perhaps she'll wake up soon and this entire experience will prove to have been a nightmare. <em>Mushrooms.</em><br><br>Having unloaded the wayward lingerie on the table, Ghrriegh simply nods to the others as she pads past them to the galley. As she passes, it's noticeable that in addition to the other problem-solving tools strapped to her armor she's added an autopistol. <br><br>In the galley, she looks quizzically at the water spigot, sniffing at a few drops on the back of her armored paw before touching her tongue to them. Yup. Water. She fills a bottle and pads back out to the table.<br><br>"Best drink. Mushrooms not dryness liking. Few hours, dead should be. Then all spores finding and cleaning and seals fixing. Dry air, now." She flicks one ear idly in Max's direction, hearing the tail-end of her announcement. "Ehhhhhh. Also in red pretty deep being." The Scout gets a slight nod and a level stare as Ghrriegh hoists herself up into one of the chairs (clearly, the ship was built to human standards) and settles herself with a clash of tools and armor.<br><br>"What we now doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 19:37:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>"When people say they're in the red, that means you're in a debt, right? Usually red's good and being in the black is bad. At least as far as I knew growing up. Different homeworlds I guess. Like I said before, mine was... <em>spartan</em>." Will responded to the initial comments, crossing his lightly shaking arms across his chest, which more or less stopped them doing it. His glance looked over his anti-laser shades down to the panties laid out on the table and back to Greg, before returning to the garment and back to the Vargr. He opened his mouth like he was about to ask Greg about them, then shook his head and thought better of it... 'Ask a stupid question' after all...<br><br>"Max originally brought up the idea on discussing who'll chip in the credits to fix what needs fixing on the ship. Ideally, I want to just chip in a few thousand for a janitor-bot and the repairs and just call it an investment. We'll all be living on this hunk now for the duration and what creds we make are gonna keep this thing Jumping. So, it ain't so much for me as renumeration as it is that we're getting fairly banal with dragging our feet to sort this shit out now. Sorting Engineering out is our main issue I can chip in for." He looked over to Adrianna, "Red, you mentioned you were looking to see how much it'd take to make the repairs. You get a quote for the job yet? We get that paid for and the galaxy's our oyster."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 16:09:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Star finder mess hall<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looked over to Adrianna, "Red, you mentioned you were looking to see how much it'd take to make the repairs. You get a quote for the job yet? We get that paid for and the galaxy's our oyster."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adrianna's cheeks are a little flushed as her super confident demeanor changes. She looks away from the screen and her voice a little unsteady "what? Oh, yea 2,000 cr and 18 hrs to install. I am going to try and get us of the PRL (Priority Repair List)." as she slinks down into a chair at the table lost in thought looking at a profile picture of decorated femlae Master Chief Petty Officer. Her super confident facade gone and her eyes being a little watery.<br><br>Adrianna is so distracted that she doesn't even acknowledge the half sole of a boot landing on her blinged out combat boots. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Max</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Max would nod at the intercomm message,<br>"Copy that, we can see if we can raid for snacks while we talk. Good thinking."<br>Max stretched as she left the fresher, giving a nod over to Will,<br>"Yeah, ah- full disclosure, I'm pretty badly in the red. but I'll go into it when we meet, till then, I'll work on this computer."<br>Max would wiggle the hand computer in her right hand before moving to the dining area to sit down and start reviewing both the computer itself and some of the data chits.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adrianna clears her throat and wiping her eyes looking away from the group for a moment "If need be, I can take care of paying for the new seals. I have a few credits stashed away." in a soft voice<br><br>She finally looks down at the boot on top of her immaculately blinged out combat boots. "Where the hell did this come from?" her eyes getting that angry look like someone just smacked her baby, as she slams the partial sole of a boot on the table "Anyone?!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 02:30:13</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">galley</div><div class="spoiler_body">The galley is modified from standard slightly. It has a small metal step shelf in front of all cabinets and appliances. The room smells of Vargr very faintly to those with very sensitive noses. There is also a chair sized for a vargr in piles of chairs around the wall</div></div><br><strong>Location:</strong>Dining area Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br>The hand computer Max begins to fiddle with is quite a bit more advanced than expected with the shell of the machine apparently not matching whatever the internals are filled with based on the specifications that can be seen. The computer memory is filled with an ongoing program that is currently in a suspended state. It appears as though the program would easily take the entire processing power of the datapad. The chips are likewise filled with code and programs, although it's difficult to tell even the basics of what they are.<br><br>Opening up the case a little shows off internals that are far beyond anything Max has seen before and looks to be an unusual mix of computer technologies all interfacing with each other only a few of which resemble Imperium work. Unusual gold and silvery metals line and streak the area with a hard black box covering the sections where critical components would be. Crystalline structures link to Imperial wires heading into a subprocessor to link upwards towards the main keypad and screen for it to function.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">computer</div><div class="spoiler_body">Edu + Computers - 6 to identify everything quickly. The DM lowers by 1 and allows a new check for every month of time spent on study.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 05:52:58</strong>
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				All of her senses were active, conveying the need for <em>immediacy </em>in response.&nbsp; But Grendel didn't move and tried not to think.&nbsp; The dying embers of shuddering pleasure were still crashing through her gently flexing body.<br><br>Spent and used, her critical self was, for once, unable to stop the sheer <em>satori </em>of surrender.&nbsp; Just for once, she wasn't keeping the universe at bay but <em>joining </em>it.&nbsp; Her eyes shone and blinked away tears.&nbsp; The afterglow was almost gone for all that she would have given to keep it.<br><br>Grendel heard Eli's sweet voice over the comms, the cheap set was still able to convey his concern for her.&nbsp; She would have fought a closemind mob not to disappoint him and believed she did once.&nbsp; She sat up slowly, trying to stop present sensation from stealing the past's sweet memory.<br><br>She felt the dry air on her skin, all of her skin and cursed.&nbsp; Tele-stripped again.&nbsp; It had caused danger, embarrassment and, once or twice, a great introduction to strangers.&nbsp; But her clothes were not nearby or shredded in the closed room.&nbsp; It was as if they had disappeared.&nbsp; <em>No. That couldn't be.&nbsp; I was tested.<br></em><br>But there was no real time to contemplate.&nbsp; She got up and felt the twin tug of her enhanced breasts.&nbsp; There was a least a weeks worth's of transition in the last minute.&nbsp; <em>How much has that emotional artifact changed me.&nbsp; Did I <strong>want </strong>it that much?</em>&nbsp; The pain of her new anatomy hit next.&nbsp; She remembered the teething pain when her wisdom teeth emerged.&nbsp; Now there was even more protesting flesh having to move aside.&nbsp; A slight abdominal cramping told Grendel her full transition to femininity was really beginning.<br><br>Time was wasting. Grendel grabbed the comm and whispered to Eli, <strong>"Sorry, Eli, I was just <em>coming</em>..."</strong>&nbsp; And then she giggled at the <em>double entendre</em>.&nbsp; She then headed to Eli.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for the usual delay, folks.<br><br>Grendel is pretty much female now to casual inspection.&nbsp; Only the best of friends or skilled of medics might ken the very slight difference.<br><br>But you will get a fighting chance as Grendel is now <em>nekkid </em>(barring any clothing left where she was).&nbsp; She doesn't have any real nudity taboo per se but does know that other Imperial citizens might (and that unexpected public nudity can be a clue to a psion's true nature given enough context.&nbsp; She will look for clothing on the way to Eli and try to avoid others.&nbsp; However, she doesn't have the easiest circumstances at this.&nbsp; So I will say that anyone else (including Eli) can find her before she finds Eli.&nbsp; So far all she is wearing is a com, nervous smile and slight 'ahem' evidence of her recent encounter's pleasure, noticed only if another character wishes.<br><br>I realize that I have not placed Grendel specifically at a location and that is not helping.&nbsp; As soon as she is with another character, I will place Grendel at that location and keep her located from then on.<br><br>Right now, Grendel telepathic sensitivity is so boosted, just being in her proximity will have interesting effects.&nbsp; But Grendel does not yet <em>know </em>that as she was alone when she Force-gasmed.&nbsp; It should be a wonderful surprise for all concerned.&nbsp; &gt;:)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 06:12:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>It was a few moments of silence, then her voice came back over the comm. Something about it. He couldn't place it, but there was something. He'd heard that before, years ago. The emphasis on the last word was clear to him, and he remembered something she'd mentioned before about unbidden powers. He was also imagining a cheeky grin by the tone of the voice. It felt good to have that familiarity coming back.<br><br>He'd not felt it like before, and he suspected the crystals that he was unsure of. Maybe they had done something. He'd never fully taken the time to investigate or research the implications of the Zhodani and their constructs when it came to mind powers, and he was kicking himself now mentally, because he was certain that it was not a coincidence. He stepped out of the medbay and made his way out to find her. <br><br>He wasn't sure something had happened, but you never knew. It might explain why she hadn't answered him the first time. <br><br>He was used to the unpredictability.<br><br>I'll come meet you. I have some questions about something I found, odd at that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 07:51:54</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew's Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh dips her muzzle in terse acknowledgement to Will. "Financial resources technically negative being. Little spending money got." She cranes her neck over to the side and practically stands up in her seat to try to see what on earth Max is doing with the odd handcomp. "Ship engineering systems check is currently in chipping, I. Power, jump, maneuver all good. Fuel systems to get unfucked needing. Life support still investigation needs."<br><br>"Other small hazards cataloging and fixing. Once life support and fueling five-oh are, orbit can. Current fuel for one jump enough ...Maybe. Sure not back coming."<br><br>When Adrianna slams the boot-sole down on the tabletop, Ghrreigh narrows her eyes and flicks her ears back half a point, then casually nods at the frilly panties in the center of the table. "Same source, being?" she inquires mildly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 11:23:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Dining room, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon, a few moments ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr>Max glanced up as Greg entered the room, quirking a single brow at the panties held by the probe.<br>"Uh... Hey Greg."<br>Listening carefully to her comments as she fetched water,<br>"Good thinking, I'll keep it in mind. Too much to hope the mushrooms might be worth something? And yeah Will, red means debt, to us anyway, maybe because staying up actually in the black is a little expensive."<br>She asked before returning her attention to the computer, frowning as she concentrated on her work, giving a small nod to Adrianna as she stepped in before jumping in her seat as the boot sole was slammed, a first startled, though her expression and voice softening once she noticed that Adrianna was a little distressed, shit, maybe she'd found a body...<br>"I uh- Can't say I know about any boot or anything- are... you okay there?"<br><br>Max gave a smile up at Greg as she nosed towards the computer and explained her finances,<br>"You're better off than I am then Greg, I own what I've got on my back at the moment as for this thing..."<br>Max waved the hand computer,<br>" -The more time I spend here the more I'm convinced something seriously weird happened here. This hand computer has a paused program on it- it's also high... High tech. Lot of datachips with it, containing programs too- can't make head or tail of it though I know you're handier with computers than I am. I'm starting to wonder if this ship wasn't used for some kind of spy work, too much weird stuff going on and if I learned one thing in my job, its that everything happens for a reason, real work is finding out who is responsible for the reason."<br>Max would pause for several moments before adding,<br>"Also that Aslan robot in the cockpit? Cavity in it's head that takes a computer- computer that we found in a hidden compartment currently hooked up to the ships power supply would fit the bill. Not going to lie, I kinda want to connect the two."<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Voidknight rolled: 2d6, adding -6 to the total<br>Comment: Computer<br>Result: 3, 2,<br>Total: -1</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 18:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Star finder mess hall<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all the people in the mess hall.<br><hr><br>Adrianna responds to Max.&nbsp; "I am ok, just seeing her opened an old wound I thought I had gotten over. I will be fine."And she gives a less than convincing smile.<br><br>Adrianna's make up smeared by watering eyes, so to speak. Adrianna excuses she self and makes her way to the Jezebel to freshen up. <br><br>She is gone like 20 minutes.<br><br>When she returns the transformation is immediately noticable. Her hair is done her make looks more like she is ready more for a date than a meeting. Her clothes are stylish if not more than a bit on the sexy side. <br><br>She sits down gracefully not allowing any peeks up under her very short skirt. <br><br>"That is better. I am going have a chat with the Station Master Chief after this. See if I can get us on the PRL. Otherwise we could be here another week before they start work on the Starfinder."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 22:19:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh narrows her eyes slightly and her ears splay a bit as she gets a better look at the handcomp that Max is playing with. "Spicy stuff. Black globes and easy-to-carry plasma rifles talking, tech-wise." The Vargr is too small to possibly be talking about any sort of PGMP as 'easy-to-carry'...So she probably means literal <em>plasma rifles</em>. "Possible middling AI levels tech, being. Or higher. Much higher than this rock makes." She rocks her head again. "Last place I'd put is in mobile shell with manipulators, being. Programming, goals, level of sentience, unknowing. Assassin or hijack program to be find out hating."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Max and Theo</div><div class="spoiler_body">You've seen enough of Ghrreigh's oddball mannerisms to say she looks a bit spooked at the thing...But also a bit intrigued.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 16:13:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>Will listened surprisingly intently to Greg listing off the various Engineering issues. "Sounds like we throw credits at it and we can get off this piece of shit rock then..." he answered the fluffy Vargr. He merely shook his head in a 'negative' answer when Adrianna asked about the boot, it honestly had confused him though rattled him less than it clearly had her. He merely sighed resignedly at it's appearance, clearly this ship was just another in the long line that was the misfortune of him leaving Penelope to see what was out there. He stood up from leaning against a wall and his shoulders made a short spasm from the movement as he looked at Adrianna's direction.<br><br>"So Red, looks like the crew is gonna need some of my credits to get us going then. Let me know when you're going, I'll chip in and if it's not too much for some extra fuel to make sure we can Jump and do an interplanetary accel/deccel movement, I'll pay for the whole bang." he offered. He seemed facially grumpy about it, though his body language was more open and relieved. He wasn't very social with people though was happy progress was happening. "I ain't paying in full for a janitorbot though. We want one, I'll pay around a third for one." he added, sort of as a concession for him paying for the repairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 17:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Dining room, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>"Hey Uh Adrianna, if you want back up when you go to this meeting, just ask you know? We might be effectively strangers but we're going to need to have each others back at some point sooner or later... Good shout on getting us bumped up the list, though, sooner we start making money the better."<br>Max would offer, though turns to look seriously at Greg, noting the worry in her old friends voice,<br>"Alright, whats say we crack open the ships locker- get some guns to level at the bot and tie it up before we plug it in and turn it on? That way we can work out how safe or dangerous it is and maybe answer some of the mysteries of what the hell happened to this ship and it's previous owner. There are a pair of shoes missing at a tangent, when we're finishing up our sweeps later should take a peek and see if there are any vacc suits missing." <br>Max would turn to smile at Will, nodding at the generosity.<br>"Nice one Will, sounds like you've been luckier at cards than you have been everything else! I'd also propose that for these initial repair and set up costs individuals are compensated when the ship becomes profitable, stop any possible resentment in future. Maybe hold off on the janitorbot till we get that bot in the cockpit up and running, for all we know it's programmed to be subserviant do the cleaning."<br>Max would pause before taking a deep breath, raising a subject that was both somewhat self serving and an increasingly worrying sense of tension in her life.<br>"Another... Possible problem is that some of us here are clearly on the pill, stopping taking that can seriously seriously fuck us up and some of us are also in significant debt, I'd be more than happy to have my wages trimmed for my supply when it becomes issue- I have about a month left before I'm due another dose- but if we've not turned enough cash by then I'm going to be in trouble. Can I possibly suggest that if it looks like some of us are going to run into medical issues that the ship maintenance fund provides a loan, and we garnish wages until it's repaid?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 20:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Fresher, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So Red, looks like the crew is gonna need some of my credits to get us going then. Let me know when you're going, I'll chip in and if it's not too much for some extra fuel to make sure we can Jump and do an interplanetary accel/deccel movement, I'll pay for the whole bang."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Will, Master Chief Dervilia and I served together in the Lunion subsector Imperial salvage yard about 20 yrs ago. I think I can get her to do us a favor and get us on the PRL. That is generous of you to be willing to pay the whole thing for the fuel seals but not necessary. You are not the only one with credits. I am willing to wait on actually buying a Jan-o-bot until we see what the aslan doll can do, but I will see if I can locate one just in case. "<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: &nbsp;Max</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Uh Adrianna, if you want back up when you go to this meeting, just ask you know? We might be effectively strangers but we're going to need to have each others back at some point sooner or later... Good shout on getting us bumped up the list, though, sooner we start making money the better."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That is sweet of you. If you want to come along, you can..." Adrianna stopping like there is a lot more the the story that she is letting on.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Max</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Another... Possible problem is that some of us here are clearly on the pill, stopping taking that can seriously seriously fuck us up and some of us are also in significant debt, I'd be more than happy to have my wages trimmed for my supply when it becomes issue- I have about a month left before I'm due another dose- but if we've not turned enough cash by then I'm going to be in trouble. Can I possibly suggest that if it looks like some of us are going to run into medical issues that the ship maintenance fund provides a loan, and we garnish wages until it's repaid?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Sorry to break it to you but to garnish your wages we would have to be paying you a salary." with a shy smile "We are all owners and we get credits when the ship makes a profit. The costs are still divided between the owners, but the ones that pony up the credits get paid back from the profits. We just need to keep a proper leger. Not a big deal. One of the top priorities, the way I see it, is to make sure the crew is taken care, so I would not worry too much."<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 23:50:58</strong>
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				OOC: I will assume that Elijah and Grendel will have their conversation, etc. and it can be backtracked, etc but I didn't want to miss the discussion of money, etc.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>'I can pitch in with some money, plenty if needed' Elijah said, arriving at the meeting after getting things initially squared away in the lab and medical section. Grendel was coming in behind him, some things having been discussed between them before they arrived topside. 'I only caught the tail end of the conversation, but I'd be glad to pitch in what's needed. One thing my former profession did was leave me with was some credits, and I'd like to ensure that our investment is in the condition we need it to be in. As for the medical bay, it's fully stocked, although I need to spend some time researching some of the drugs. They aren't labeled, but I can figure out what they are. I don't like unnamed pills sitting around. It will take me a few days to get that sorted out, but I've labeled the ones I know by sight and color, and they are safe to go. I've found some clothes in the quarters that are for someone a bit taller than me, so if anyone has need of them, feel free to take them. If we're here for a few days, I'll be able to purchase a few more that are more my size he added.<br><br>The medical area has a good lab, and I've got equipment aboard for field testing, so that's good as well. In addition to being a doctor, I'm also a chemist, geneticist and biologist, although I also can handle some mechanical repair, and a bit of navigation and diplomacy if needed, but those are not my strongest skills.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 05:35:35</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Grendel<br><strong>Location: </strong>Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon, just <em><strong>before </strong></em>the above post<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Her Awareness was making her blush all over but Grendel forgave the traitorous lack of control, it was the closest thing to clothing she had.<br><br>Mercifully, she was able to get to Eli while he was alone. <strong>"Sorry.&nbsp; It's in a girl's nature to keep a guy waiting."</strong>&nbsp; Grendel swept a bare arm up and down her naked form.&nbsp; <strong>"And I'm suddenly <em>all </em>girl."</strong>&nbsp; She seemed as suprised as Eli.&nbsp; Still, she always liked to make a grand entrance.<br><br>She took a step forward to give him a <em>feel </em>of how much she had changed and possibly her a <em>feel </em>of how much he might be appreciating it unless she had lost her touch.&nbsp; But something strange happened.<br><br>She saw herself approaching Eli through his eyes.&nbsp; She saw Eli through her own eyes.&nbsp; She saw herself approaching Eli through...&nbsp; And it went on like an infinity mirror.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh no, we are sharing sensations..."</strong>&nbsp; This would be a rare treat if they were alone but on a crowded ship...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for being so late to reply.&nbsp; I assume this post takes place a little before Eli's last post above.&nbsp; If it helps, Eli could quickly help Grendel get dressed and agree that she could explain things later after the current talk with the other crew.&nbsp; Otherwise, we can see might complications might have happened just before Eli's last post.&nbsp; I am willing to do whatever I can as I have been a little late to the party and want to make things right.<br><br>If it works better, Grendel has just found Eli and has followed him into the room <em>starkers </em>before realizing that he is currently addressing others.&nbsp; No doubt a very awkward conversation might follow.<br><br>Let me now what y'all think...<br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 20:53:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon before going topside<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Ohh, I uh, wow and he blushed. He'd not felt <em>those</em> sensations in awhile. She always brought the most intense ones out of him. I see, and I like it he said to her, realizing their were sharing some sensations, he had a stupid grin on his face as he took in her form, and then took her hand. I definitely want to explore this later, in detail, for a long time he added, as he led her to his quarters. I'm sure I have a shirt you can at least wear for now to have something, we can figure out the rest as we go along because he knew his shoes wouldn't fit her. He found one of his shirts, which would be like a dress for her, and handed it to her to put on. It was clear from his heat and the forming bulge in his trousers that the shared sensations between them were quite enjoyable, and he took a moment to plant a not-so-chaste kiss on 'her' lips before showing her the Zhodani crystals. The others are waiting for us, but I thought that was important to show you. I can't remember what it means, but I know it's related to psionics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 21:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>Will looked to Max, "Nah, not cards... It's the old adage, 'a thousand credits pay-off per stitch'... Let's say the Scouts compensated me some for throwing me to the wolves out in the ass end of the galaxy..." he spoke with some cynicism, "Saved a bit too when most of the medical bill from the damage I got getting freeze-dried by the Navy got paid off by latter-said Gestapo..." he also added. Grunting as he leaned back against the wall he was perched against, he gave a nod to the Doctor about the input of credits and looked back to Adrianna. "Okay, seems like we got a bit of a plan for the rest of the time we're dirtside..." he spoke to the group.<br><br>"Red; me, you and the Doc should head out when needed to all chip in whatever for the fuelling seals. For 2k really it'd have been easier having four of us shell out to be even, though maybe we can go thirds if we purchase some extra fuel at the same time. I trust you with the maths to sort all that shit out..." he explained to Adrianna firstly. "Because the others are low on cash and talking about sorting out <em>Captain Aslan of the 57th Solomani Century</em>, they can do that together whilst we sort the payment out. That all done, once we're fuelled, maybe then we can finally take-off..." he grunted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 06:03:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: </strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><hr><br>Max offered a small shrug but was none the less smiling, <br>"Garnish my share, you know what I mean."<br>She did not address the other point however, sensing that there was perhaps something of a sore spot there, soon finding herself smiling once again as the good doctor entered the room,<br>"Looks like we've lucked out a little on our crew here, I can do a little maintenance work myself- but for the most part I'm a professional when it comes to sticking my nose in, I can handle firearms pretty well if things really hit the fan as well."<br>Max would pause listening to Will's plan before giving a nod to it.<br>"Makes a lot of sense, maybe we'll luck out and there is no sentient comptuter made to run it- because looking at the construction of that thing I'd wager all the money I don't have that it'd fetch a respectable price. One way or another we'll find out though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 06:47:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>The Vargr snaps those sharp fangs in midair not very far at all from Max's ear. "Not. Ordnance testing with hammer, like being." She takes another pull from the water bottle. The ship's air is rapidly getting to desert-levels of dryness. "Better time probing first taking. If impossible all other opportunities, robot disabling <em>before</em> computer in linking. Otherwise, like grenade to test by in a closet pin pulling."<br><br>Ghrreigh has considered sticking her oar in with regards to the MCPO...She's not sure what Adrianna's rank is/was at this point, but she's definitely a flier rather than someone who keeps the fleet flying. However, as best the Vargr can sort out human interplay at this point, it seems there may be some past relationship the pilot has, she's decided against sitting in on this, but... "Gleaning some background you and this mick-po, has. If a hand needing in trade from a black-ganger lieutenant who's around the fleet a bit stirred, whistle you can. Otherwise in the hole here, being." she offers amiably towards the flustered human.<br><br>She listens intently to the response regarding payments and anagathics. "To be life support next sorting," she interjects at Will's assessment. "Inert robot and computer low priority being. Ship to be always capable for lift, that survival is."<br><br>Ghrreigh notes that capabilities are in discussion again. She should just dump her dossier into the computer network, except she hasn't had time to poke it and secure it to her satisfaction, and the presence of TL16+ tech on board doesn't make her feel comfortably safe, network-wise. "Naval Engineering and Gunnery, I was being. Lieutenant. Specialist, computers, generalist drives, turrets, engineering, and some 'diplomatic work' along border with Kforuzeng and Ekhlle Ksafi."<br><br>She flicks her ears a moment, high and proud. "Bumping fangs, boarding actions and low-gee, null-gee tactics." The Vargr smiles deliberately with her mouth closed so all her fangs are hidden.<br><br>"Don't to war without me go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 17:47:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>To everyone:<br><br>"I spent 12 yrs in the Imperial Navy as a pilot, 4 yrs in the Tenalphi Army cavalry, 4 yrs as a Diplomatic Liaison and then I was an Entertainer for a while. I can pilot, fly, drive just about anything but Spacecrafts are my speciality. I know how to handle myself in a fight. I not a big fan of killing people anymore, had my fill of it in the Army.&nbsp; I know who to talk to and how to get things done having been an NCO most of my career. I am handy fixing things generally, but not an engineer."<br><br><br>"It seems like we are all in agreement that we need the fuel seals done before we leave. If there are no objections I will put the work order it and transfer the credit immediately and I will put it on the ship's coffer log. Do we have a inventory of the ship perishables like food and such? We may need to do some shopping?"<br><br>to Will:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Red; me, you and the Doc should head out when needed to all chip in whatever for the fuelling seals. For 2k really it'd have been easier having four of us shell out to be even, though maybe we can go thirds if we purchase some extra fuel at the same time. I trust you with the maths to sort all that shit out..." he explained to Adrianna firstly. "Because the others are low on cash and talking about sorting out Captain Aslan of the 57th Solomani Century, they can do that together whilst we sort the payment out. That all done, once we're fuelled, maybe then we can finally take-off..." he grunted.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"well Twitch, my trick is not ordering the work to be done but getting on the PRL which is reserved for ships in Imperial service or those ships the base commander deems in special need.&nbsp; Lucky for us the base commander almost never sees the list and relies on the NCO's to execute and edit the list as necessary. That is why I am going to have a chat with the Master Chief Dervilia. I am sure she will want a return favor of some sort, but that could also have job opportunities attached as well. That is assuming things go reasonably well."<br><br>to Max<br>"I know what you meant. I was just messing with you alittle." Adrianna smiles. "You think that high tech computer could have an AI on it?"<br><br>To Elijah:<br>"Good to know the you got the Medbay mostly in order, Doc. Are you up on alien physiology like vagr?"<br><br>To All:<br>"We need to figure out primary responsibilities for the Ship. Obviously, I am the primary Pilot, Greg seems to be a passable engineer, Elijah is the Doc, Theo can handle our legal entanglement and keep our passengers happy. We need a person to be the Captain of record. The captain of record can hold other positions on the ship. Any ideas?"<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 18:31:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>"We doing the background thing again?" Will sighed, showing some annoyance at the tug to share what he discussed earlier, "Fine... Born on Penelope, po-dunk desert world the Megacorps are trying to fully terraform, people are mainly steam-age tech moisture farmers there. Spent four years as a navy lineman til they freeze-dried me, ended up in the Scouts then, where I delivered the post for 12 years, 'til now. I'm a dab-hand at astrogation, that's my main bag. I do mechanic work, investigation, a little medic shit, I'm alright at piloting ships this size I suppose if needs be and I can use my blade decently if shit hits the fan." he explained, somewhat put-out by it.<br><br>"I <em>do</em> have training in engineering, guns both ship and hand-held, some basic knowledge of vacc-suits and zero-G shit, though ya don't wanna rely on me for that, though I can help the Vargr here in engineering if shit gets fierce, if you <em>want</em> to pull me from astrogation I'd probably be better assisting the Doc, got more knowledge curing a flesh wound... My usual plan for when stuff in engineering packed up was to kick the shit outta stuff 'til it worked again... So yeah..." Will finished for a moment, before folding his arms over his chest and the seemingly uncomfortableness he was feeling in his back's muscles began to show clearer on his face, making him stand straight and walk around some to relieve it.<br><br>He looked back to Adrianna after her comments, seemingly even more annoyed by what he heard to scrunch his brow, before he spoke again to her, "Right then Flygirl, just collect the credits off me when it's done. Getting a Patron early on will be a help, maybe it'll be a reason to finally take-off." Will seemed to completely skip over any talk of being Captain, for or against the position, purposefully. He took a seat, down on the floor if no chairs were near him and sunk his head some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 20:00:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Will <br><hr><br>Seeing Will in obvious pain she gets a sad look on her face.&nbsp; She stands up and walks over behind Will. She gently puts her soft hands on his shoulders "Let me see if I can help you with the pain and little?' Assume he doesn't push her away, she will start massaging his shoulders and neck gently at first then getting deeper to release the muscle and work the small knotted muscle along the vertebrae releasing some on the trapped nerves helping the general tension in his neck and shoulders to drop. The massage gets almost to the level of pain but then feels more like a deep release.&nbsp; "To be honest, Twitch, I liked Red better than Fly Girl. I can dance but never as well as a Fly Girl. If it makes you feel better I would be honored if you would Astrogate for me."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2018-04-26 12:47:19, Adrianna (uid: 37316) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118276)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 05:10:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:Afternoon </strong><br><strong>Tagging:Mess of travellers</strong><br><hr>Max would pause before sighing and giving an aimiable shrug,<br>"Ahhh I know you're probably right Greg. I'm not the worst with the spanner, I'll muck in with the checks... Still want to check that bot out though...And yes, I can vouch for Greg's rap sheet, can be <em>quite</em> the disruptive influence when she tries."<br>Listening with interest to Adrianna she would eventually reply,<br>"It might do, it's a hellishly advanced hand computer, and the program thats paused on it will take up every last bit of it's resources, I'm damned curious to plug it in. As for the rest, I'd toss my name into the ring for captain on record, of course we have shares and big term decisions should be discussed and decided as a group but when shit hits the fan it only makes sense to have someone overviewing things. Given my lack of other skills useful for spacetravel I wouldn't have any other pressing tasks demanding my time allowing me to maintain an overview of the situation. I have experience in role, coralling the cops under me and while I've never been in charge of a ship under fire I can guarentee you I'd make it a top priority to get reading up on the ins and outs of the job."<br>Plus, she thought to herself with a note of amusement the captain quarters looked<em> really </em>nice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 04:27:32</strong>
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				<hr>Name:Grendel<br>Location: Eli's quarters, then Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br>Time:Afternoon <br>Tagging: Any nearby<br><hr><br>Grendel felt just how <em>male </em>male might be, via Eli's conveyed sensations.&nbsp; It was enough to regret being just a girl.&nbsp; But if she wasn't all girl right now, she wouldn't be enjoying Eli's <em>appreciation</em>.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm inside you wanting you inside me." </strong> She tried to purr seductively and failed.&nbsp; Damn Cat.&nbsp; Instead, she caressed her own now worthy breasts and sensitive nipples.&nbsp; Most men wondered what being female was like and Grendel could at least gift Eli with first impressions.<br><br>By some miracle, they managed to make it to Eli's quarters and Grendel dressed quickly as one mind sharing two bodies could.&nbsp; It would seem to the others that Eli and Grendel had a quick tryst.&nbsp; And that was fine with the young psion.&nbsp; The others would only be wrong by a couple of hours if Grendel could arrange a little privacy later.<br><strong><br>"We will talk later."</strong> She said, knowing he had questions and she owed him answers. <strong>"And more, if you are willing."</strong>&nbsp; She winked. "And I know you are...happy to see me"&nbsp; She flinched from the crystals given her temporarily boosted sensitivities.&nbsp; Her curiosity would have to wait until later.&nbsp; Would it be Eli or the crystals she embraced first...?<br><br>Later, in the mess hall, Grendel tried to keep quiet and distance herself from the others.&nbsp; With her shared sensations, it might be problematic to be in close proximity...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Again, sorry for the delay.&nbsp; My mom is in the hospital with Colitis and I am having to house and pet sit.<br>To keep pace with the game, Grendel is tabling her reunion with Eli but I am very interested in roleplaying it out later.<br>Grendel playing wallflower will probably not keep her safe for long.&nbsp; &nbsp;Any one can approach her and out this psion.&nbsp; It's time this secret was out for anyone who didn't already know.</div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard Ship, now and then<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chraenta Grendel Ripli and others<br><hr><br>'Yes, and yes' he said in response to her mentioning talking and more. 'Plenty of both' he said, grinning and blushing a bit. 'I, just wow' he said to her, feeling a bit of everything rushing through him with the shared senses and liking it. 'Ha, yes I suppose you can tell that I am glad to see you, you can see just how much' he said to her, as they made to head up to see the others. It took a bit of effort to concentrate, but he wasn't complaining. Far from it.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>'Not much of a captain' he said when it was asked who should be captain. 'I'm fine being the Doc and Science crew of the ship, and assisting with mechanics and what not' he said. Beside, the Medical Area had it's own quarters, which he was fine with also. 'Funny, I spent eight years in the navy, but not as a doc. Oddly enough, I spent the time as a mechanic and doing navigation chart research, mainly on out of the way, small convoy ships. My experience in the navy is not what you'd expect of a trained physician, so I'm pretty used to doing what needs to be done on a ship, without complaint.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 00:56:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>"'Passable,' sure, being." Ghrreigh bares her fangs again, ears high. She does, however, incline her head to Adrianna in slight acknowledgement. "Is better ways than to kill most times. But sometimes looking ready to kill one of those ways is. People with knife to throat being eager to negotiate."<br><br>She stands up, gesturing with the empty water bottle. "Not offending to mean, Authority, but..." the Vargr waves the bottle towards Theo. "Legal knowledge having, noble-Solomani-ancestry pedigree is, and people skills having. Probably good captain material my opinion, being."<br><br>She flicks her ears back a moment, again, "Things I am not hearing others say: naval tactics, turret gunnery. Experience with former, having...Expert shot with latter being." She clicks her fangs. "Maybe train others some basics, can. Hard to self in foot with turret beam shoot."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 04:58:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>"On a ship like this where we are all owners it would be hard to have a Captain in the traditional sense of it. I have had my fill of stiff necked overbreed tweebs trying to get me killed with their incompetence for the sake of their honor.&nbsp; I am proposing the Captain position be more a person that get things done for the owners that a power on to themself."<br><br><br>"As to Greg's proposing Theo, I worked with him several years ago. He is a wiz at the legal stuff, well organized and one hell of a cook. Is he the right person to take on the job of Captain? I am not sure any of us are the right person for the job. None of us have commanded a spacecraft. The closest I have come is owning the Jezabel. Maybe we all need a turn as captain to find out who we want for a longer term. We need get ourselves organized and functioning together as a crew and organization and paperwork are right in Theo's his wheelhouse. Maybe we start with him as Captain for 3 months then change it out. We could start with someone else. Max is volunteering to take on the job too."<br><br>"I can keep my quarters aboard the Jezabel. My stuff won't fit in any place but the Captains cabin and that would be a poor excuse for taking the job." she smiles at everyone and gives an expression of what do you think?<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 23:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr><br>Max gave a nod to Grendel as she showed up, something about her seemed different, more... feminine. Curious, her face showed the puzzlement for a second before rejoining the conversation.<br>"No offence taken Greg, it's true I don't have experience with naval tactics or gunnery as well and I think you're probably right Adrianna, when I'm talking about a captain I mean mostly someone to make sure we're all moving to a plan when shit really hits the fan, this sort of discussion and back and forth is a great way to decide what we want, but not perhaps the best plan if- God forbid we run into pirates out there, the region isn't the most stable."<br>Max directed a shrug towards Adrianna with a smile,<br>"Taking turns to decide might be the smart way to do things."<br>Max wrinkled her nose as the atmosphere was getting increasingly dry,<br>"Hells Greg, you need to go so all in on the drying thing? We should probably grab a sample of the mushrooms while they're still alive, just incase they turn out to be something valuable we can cultivate. Wouldn't surprise me on this ship."<br>Max stood, rubbing her throat with her right hand as she moved towards the kitchen...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 19:11:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard Ship, Mess Hall Discussion<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>He'd been listening, and knew that captaincy was not something he was cut out for. His very limited administrative and diplomatic skills had mainly been used to smooth over disagreements or to improve departmental funding for projects, but as a scientist, he was not really a people person when it came to the day to day admin skills needed. His inexperience in the world that was outside scientific experimentation and medical facilities would show rather easily, even his eight years in the navy kept him pretty much in the CiC as a navigator, and occasionally down in the mechanical room as a mechanic.<br><br>'I'm going to agree with Max. I should take my name out of the running for future captaincy turns. I'm just not qualified. Surgery, experimentation, data collection, absolutely. Mushroom examination, absolutely, and we should look at those' he told her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 10:57:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Theo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Meeting crew!<br><hr><br>"I'm flattered that you think that's a good idea," Theo said to Greg, and meant it. The vote of confidence from the Vargr was... unexpected. "You're both Navy girls," he said to Greg and Adrianna, "so a Captain is someone who you can rely on to formulate a plan and give orders when everything's going pear-shaped, right? I've dealt with all sorts of people, from bureaucrats to judges to nobles, but the last time I stuck my nose into something where someone was trying to kill me, both Adrianna and I came within a hair's breadth of dying without even catching sight of the enemy, as it were."<br><br>He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his arms in the practiced motion of someone who was about to unleash a sheaf of papers. But of course there weren't any handy, so he had to make do with stretching. "So here's the caveat I propose. You can put my name at the top of the list. That'll give the ship respectability in the eyes of the law and a large section of clients. That means we can get away with more. In a diplomatic or legal emergency, I absolutely don't mind being in charge. Likewise with keeping everything in order with the authorities in our travels. I would probably optimize the captain's quarters for meetings with clients, unless we want to dedicate a stateroom to it. Making a good impression is worth hard credits.<br><br>That being said, I'm not a <em>leader</em>. My guess, and I'm prepared to back this up, is that I'm not the man for the job when it comes to commanding under pressure when the crisis is more immediate than an angry noble or a mountain of subpoenas - those are problems that would absolutely crush us, but they would crush us slowly. I know Greg's capable of it, and Max, you say you'd be good at keeping things coordinated in a crisis." He cracked a little smile, "do you want to Rochambeau for first officer, or should we be more sophisticated about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 18:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Theo</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm flattered that you think that's a good idea," Theo said to Greg, and meant it. The vote of confidence from the Vargr was... unexpected. "You're both Navy girls," he said to Greg and Adrianna, "so a Captain is someone who you can rely on to formulate a plan and give orders when everything's going pear-shaped, right? I've dealt with all sorts of people, from bureaucrats to judges to nobles, but the last time I stuck my nose into something where someone was trying to kill me, both Adrianna and I came within a hair's breadth of dying without even catching sight of the enemy, as it were."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adrianna snickers a Little "As I recall you were looking the guy is the eyes when he cut your eye in that duel. He cut my leg off when I faced him the week after. I did get even with his employer few years later. Him and his friends were killed or captured when their coup attempt was trigger early."<br><br><br>"We would need to vote if we did a first officer in the same way we are doing captain, in my view."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 00:36:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>Will was surprised when Adrianna replied to his general usual surliness with some TLC, though he couldn't remember the last time he got a good back massage to get his nerves all sorted... And he was sure whatever year he last did get one not to do with his physiotherapy, it was likely paid for with credits. He let out a defeated sigh to her words, almost cracking a smile on his face that wasn't so old to be stoney, though he had a few more years to grow into such a look. "Alright already... You win. Red it is." He kept somewhat silent through the rest of the debating between who should be Captain, by people's reactions he could see who was being honest and who was making any play for power.<br><br>He had heard enough though, so finally he spoke up; "I'll vote to put Theo's name..." he said pointing to the man with his other hand raised up, "... As the name on the line. Having those high-society connections will make things easier. He's also made it clear he ain't gonna be power-playin' that shit over our heads and run the ship like it's his and we're just crew. I vouch for lil Max over there to step to the plate when things get actually fierce and need direction, otherwise this position is just a name on a sheet of paper, it don't mean shit if we all have equal say, which is how it should be." He looked over to Max, "Max helped me out when I was barely in my twenties when the Fleet threw me to the wolves and I didn't know my dick from my elbow, she's the gal I'm happy who got my back. Each one of us got experience with something and we know what's what; though I reckon someone with Theo's social connections'll let a lot of shit we'd otherwise hit slide right off us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 03:35:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh flashes her fangs at Adrianna again. "Captain is captain. Elect once. Not unelect. Who won't follow, don't vote. But sensible to have war leader and captain separate, sometimes is." She declines to ask how the woman intends to keep her quarters on a non-jump capable ship's boat once the ship gets moving.<br><br>"Captain is captain," Ghrreigh repeats to Theo. "Conflicts solve, ship's goals sets, decisions final makes. Crew input can, and advise expertise should, but captain decides. All shareholders we, fine and good, but when ship lifting is, shareholders claws off the controls take, captain is trusted to do best by ship and shareholders both. Even ancient Solomani this knowing. " <br><br>"In emergencies, captain not contestable is. Ever. Can't otherwise work. Vargr this well know. But a wise captain when having time counsel seeks."<br><br>She glances back at Adrianna, points the empty water bottle at her. "Hotshot. Duels not combat being. You tactical training for naval engagements got? I do. And boarding-parties-wise, Max and I ships taken down before have, hatch by hatch and bulkhead by bulkhead." Now that has to be an interesting story. <br><br>The expression the Vargr makes at Will's description of his situation ("the Fleet <em><strong>threw me to the wolves</strong></em> and <strong><em>I didn't know my dick from my elbow</em></strong>") is really something else. It's hard to explain what, but it's definitely something else.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 04:43:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ghrreigh</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ghrreigh flashes her fangs at Adrianna again. "Captain is captain. Elect once. Not unelect. Who won't follow, don't vote. But sensible to have war leader and captain separate, sometimes is." She declines to ask how the woman intends to keep her quarters on a non-jump capable ship's boat once the ship gets moving.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Glares back at Greg. "Captain serves a short time then we try another person as Captain. Then in a year or so vote for a more permanent Captain. That was what was discussed." <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ghrreigh</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Captain is captain," Ghrreigh repeats to Theo. "Conflicts solve, ship's goals sets, decisions final makes. Crew input can, and advise expertise should, but captain decides. All shareholders we, fine and good, but when ship lifting is, shareholders claws off the controls take, captain is trusted to do best by ship and shareholders both. Even ancient Solomani this knowing. " <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The Captain takes direction from the owners and gets done what needs to be done. the exception being when there is an emergency like combat. That has also been discussed. Outside of an emergency the Captain of record is just a shareholder with extra work."<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ghrreigh</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She glances back at Adrianna, points the empty water bottle at her. "Hotshot. Duels not combat being. You tactical training for naval engagements got? I do. And boarding-parties-wise, Max and I ships taken down before have, hatch by hatch and bulkhead by bulkhead." Now that has to be an interesting story. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adrianna gives Ghrreigh an unwavering glare "How does 15 months on the front lines in the Army on Warden fighting door to Door with a gauss rifle outnumbered an undersupplied and 12 years in the Navy piloting anything in space, numerous anti-piracy campaigns and a major Naval engagement. That enough experience for you?" <br><br>"Your lack of effective communication skills, greg, does not make me all that confident in your ability to lead in combat. Knowledge of tactics is only part of leading people in ship to ship or man to man in to combat. You might do well in an advisory role, you could concentrate on tactics and advise."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">occ</div><div class="spoiler_body">[occ: the shipsboat will fit in the cargo hold] </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 05:47:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr><br>"You might have a gift for it doc, never know- but I can respect you've found your calling."<br>Max will call back as she moves to fill and drink a glass of water from the galley, downing one glass quickly before refilling it and heading back to her seat, sitting down with one leg crossed over the other, foot bobbing in the air.<br>"You know, I seem to remember that in ancient wet navies the quartermaster was all but captain most of the time, maybe that's the sort of role you're hunting for Theo? I would ask if you renovate the captain quarters, leave the bath in, I'm looking forward to getting some use out of that. Stateroom wise, there's one in a hideous paint scheme we're probably going to be repainting anyway...We have options there and ah, yeah Will, putting Theo's name down for the record is probably a smart move... Though ahhh, ease off on the canine idioms huh buddy?"<br>Max would give him a look of her own before turning to Greg, with a somewhat sympathetic look.<br>"I don't think he meant anything by it Greg,"<br>Max sat back as Greg and Adrianna exchanged words with what felt like increasing hostility, Greg's words reminding her of an incident aboard the Good King Gregor, causing her to smile, supressing a laugh for a moment. She made a mental note to have a quick word with Adrianna later about Vargr psychology, it was sounding like she was taking this a little personally. Still she listened and took another sip of her fresh glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 06:35:42</strong>
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				The debate about Captaincy continued without her and Grendel was glad of it.&nbsp; In her experience, it was difficult for a psion to command, it took <em>distance </em>to send a subordinate into harm's way.&nbsp; And her 'kind' had enough power as it was.<br><br>Grendel nodded back at Max shyly.&nbsp; But she couldn't help feel pleased that her own bust line was approaching the circumference of the naturally endowed true woman across from her.&nbsp; That earlier psychic watermark had some power, Grendel had never been so <em>girl </em>so <em>fast</em>.<br><br>Something to think about later, for the moment, Grendel took a step even further back in the corner.&nbsp; She stepped on a tiny shard of glass from some shot glass shattered long ago and missed by indifferent cleaning.&nbsp; It would not have registered through the most marginal of footwear but it sent a small spike of pain through the soft skin of Grendel's sole.&nbsp; She gasped slightly.&nbsp; Had the tiny torment been transferred to others...?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grendel's physical sensations are being shared with those near her.&nbsp; I would guess the sudden pain is also transferred, possibly even further due to its suddenness and intensity.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would guess Max would feel the irritation in her own foot.&nbsp; It wouldn't take much for the canny character to now realize Grendel is a psionic.&nbsp; But I leave that to VoidKnight and LizzieV to decide.<br><br>Other characters might even perceive this as well if it suits.&nbsp; Of course, they could keep this new knowledge and <em>leverage </em>to themselves...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 07:03:38</strong>
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				The Vargr's smile snaps out to its limits. No, seriously...She can't pull her lips back any further than they are. All that ivory is on bright display, now. "Crrmrgh's shaven testicles! Sound? How does sound?" She snaps at the air, teeth clashing sharply. "Sounds like an unweaned, mewling, rock-licking pup who could not Navy hack, and <em>then</em> could not <em><span class="bbc_u">Army</span></em> neither hack! All gods and demons from pilots who believe they can shit gold bricks save me! Human or Vargr, pilots is pilots!" The sneering tone she gives the word "Army," is the sort of thing that's been known to start barroom brawls.<br><br>Ghrreigh <em>vaults</em> onto the table and stalks across it, mane bristling high and teeth bared. "And communication skills! You! You a thing <em>proposing</em> does not make that thing <em>discussed</em>! One person agreement not quorum is!"<br><br>She comes to a halt, leaning down deep into Adrianna's personal space and glowering at the redhead, her dentition still on high beam and her poise obviously demonstrating officer training...Although most human officers wouldn't bring their bared teeth that close to a subordinate's nose. Ghrreigh doesn't know Adrianna's exact rank, but the lack of tactical training tells her it isn't command. "Your shaven, undercooked ass a navigation beacon is <em>not!</em> Giving to other shareholders direction <em>STOP</em> until all have their opinions weighed in, and those opinions respect!"<br><br>Her teeth are close enough to make a bite very easy, and she seems to be doing her best to be sure that they're the part of her Adrianna has the best view of...But her hands are relaxed, her claws aren't extended, she isn't moving to grab the other woman...And perhaps most importantly, she isn't moving to draw the autopistol at the small of her back.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Voting fine is. 3 months fine is. But when captain is captain in emergency, IS CAPTAIN. No questioning. Clear?"</em></span><br><br>She isn't exactly yelling right in Adrianna's face.<br><br>She's <em>SNARLING</em> right in Adrianna's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 16:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard Ship, Mess Hall Discussion<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>'Elijah was about to say something, especially since things were getting heated, but he winced, and felt a pain in his foot. Looking down, he didn't see where he'd stepped on anything, and there wasn't any breakage in his boot. He realized what it was, and smiled, and stepped back a bit.<br><br>'I think it's fair to say, as everyone is a shareholder here' he said calmly 'that a process for deciding things definitely needs to be put in place. Voting appears to be the best option but the professional opinion of the person or persons who have the most experience in a field that is the current subject of discussion should bear some weight. I've already said I'm not interested in any stint as a captain, based off of my personal experience, but if I give you a medical opinion, I expect it to carry the weight of my professional opinion behind it. This is no different a situation' and that was all he was going to say, stepping back to stand next to Grendel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 22:52:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br><hr><br>Will grimaced and as soon as Greg got in Adrianna's face, a blade crossed between both of them, just inches from the Vargr's neck and pointed so the steel would be clearly noticed between her eyes infront of her muzzle. "I didn't mean no offence before and I don't now doing this... You need to step back and put them fangs away. If you're gonna growl threats and make a tantrum instead of place your given vote in, then you need to leave the room..." Will growled. He was stood bolt upright now, like all the grumbling and aching was him powering low for bolts of energy like he was now displaying. He lowered the blade slowly, "You're lucky I believe in equal rights... Calm yer tits, take a breath, stop yer bawling and make your vote."<br><br>His blade now slid back into his scabbard and point made, he made a rather visually accentuated deep sigh out, "I hate being <em>that guy</em> though my patience has run it's course and I won't have us fightin' before we even take off from this shit-heap..." he muttered to noone in particular. He then looked over to Adrianna, "Don't think me stopping 'em is me taking sides. Stop debating yourself and make a vote. If you want, vote for yer damn self if needs be then stop draggin' your high heels an' go and get those fraggin' repairs sorting. I want off this rock asap and this is bullshit we can talk on when we're in Jumpspace or some shit..." he grumbled before walking away, gripping his fists at his sides.<br><br>"Fuck! It's like all you fuckers wanna do is just sit here in the highport and put more effort into thinking ways of not going nowhere else. Sort this shit out and when you're done come find me. I'll be dicking around on the bridge..." he growled as he limped off towards said area, "Fuck!" he yelled out as he was just out of earshot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 04:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Y'all</strong><br><hr><br>Things... Had gone a little too far. Max had been hoping for a time to bring things up tactfully but it seems like that time had gone and for some reason she felt a damnable ache in her foot- but that could and indeed, would have to wait as she stood quickly, raising her hands as the blade was bared.<br><br>"Fucking hell man! The sword was a bit much! Greg- sit down a minute." <br>Max snapped her own teeth towards her, making a distantly ridiculous clicking noise,<br>"Everyone relax a moment- think we need a lesson on Vargr psychology here a minute. Greg is going to growl and threaten, it's not that she nessecarily wants to fight anyone... It's... As if you locked up a human alone in a room for several years, we'd go mad. Vargr have psychological needs and one of those is to work out the power structures and their place in it I guarentee you you'll not find a firmer friend than Greg once that structure is set. Sorry to speak for you Greg here but both you and others seem to be getting pretty stressed. What is not going to happen though is no one. Repeat no one is going to draw fucking weapons on each other again no matter how tense things get."<br>The last sentence was shouted for the benefit of the retreating Will.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 07:17:50</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location:Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br>Time: Afternoon<br>Tagging: Anybody<br><hr><br><strong>"Max is right!" </strong> A loud voice said.&nbsp; And Grendel was surprised to hear it was her own.&nbsp; It wasn't just self-preservation, although a brawl here and now would make her very sensitive self literally 'feel everyone's pain'.&nbsp; <strong>"Betrayal, Traitor, Backstab; those are <em>human </em>words.&nbsp; Vargyr don't have them.&nbsp; For them, the idea of a pack member disobeying the Alpha is unthinkable.&nbsp; And the idea of an Alpha not putting their pack before themselves is just as unthinkable.&nbsp; Questioning a leader, at least their intentions and loyalty, is like questioning the Law of Gravity or the Word of God."<br></strong><br><strong>"And <em>Will</em>..."</strong> Grendel paused, <strong>"...please be patient.&nbsp; He's been through more than most of you know..."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered.&nbsp; <em>Most of it by me</em>, she thought...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A quick post if more soothing is needed.&nbsp; Grendel is laying on Vargyr psychology thick as jam, hoping to give the outnumbered Greg one more advocate...</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 18:48:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall of the Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Early Afternoon (before Max's last post time wise)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br><hr><br>Adrianna looks into Gregs eyes with intensity and conviction. "Your words might have more weight if you were not puffing yourself up by standing on a dining table like a little yappy pirate dog that all bark and no bite. Your armor is looks like you stole it from a drunken pirate. No respectable naval officer would ever put kills on a uniform like that and expect the crew not to space them for it. " she smiles a little "and yes I am shaved since brought it up. Hair just gets in the way of the fun."<br><br>When Will draws his sword in defense of Adrianna. She reaches up and gently moves out of the way. "Thank Will, but I can handle whatever yappy dog can dish out"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 16:56:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh doesn't flinch as the blade slides between Adrianna's gaze and her own, and when the human moves it, the Vargr's eyes haven't shifted a millimiter. Staring into the Vargr's eyes is (literally) like staring into the eyes of a wild wolf that hasn't seen enough of humanity to fear it yet: analyzing, observing, weighing whether she's prey or predator.<br><br>So far she isn't looking like she leans too much towards 'predator.'<br><br>"Uniform's in the Hole. Armor doesn't kill marks get. Suit has damnfool <em>pack</em> and <em>battle</em> markings because I for <em>your</em> side fought, this last war." She points at a broken yellow bone along her forearm. "Yorbund," the silhouette of a chipped fang, "Kinorb," and a highly detailed crown between the fanged teeth of two jaws. "Beck's World, under Elphinstone. With you later deal, youngster." It's a bit of an assumption, given anagathics, but in Ghrreigh's experience hot pilots tend to have short lifespans.<br><br>She twitches her <em>ear</em> full of kill triangles towards Max. Putting kill marks on a uniform? Silly idea. But then, poor humans have such a tiny amount of surface area on their ears...<br><br>Without turning her head, Ghrreigh's eyes slide sideways and she meets Max's eyes for a moment, then they half-close and her body shifts, head turning last with the deliberate slowness of a turret re-aligning as she puts her back to Adrianna, tail almost brushing the human's face but stopping half a foot away quite deliberately.<br><br>She addresses the table. "Born in space, raised in space, I. For Kforuzeng and Imperial Navy fought, close on three decades. Kforuzeng -- Corsairs -- and Navy both knowing are, discipline and obedience in combat or out critical. Laxness to command or democracy out of emergencies leading is to slow response <em>in</em> emergencies. And is not always crew able to guess when command may know is emergency. Tighter ship better flies and fights. Vacuum no prisoners takes. Reactor failures negotiate don't. Crews to hop when officers "frog" saying for a reason."<br><br>Still not looking behind her, she begins to clank her way back across the table deliberately. Not a retreat, a slow advance towards her own position. "Kforuzeng frequently leadership challenging, Vargr culture is. Strongest, best leader need. Failures easy to question. So is <em>system</em> in place, Kforuzeng having. Not enough to "in emergency," or "in combat," say. Space never wholly 'safe' is. So is system. Never in combat challenging. Never during a drop to planetside. After a jump into non-hostile territory, when sensor-sweep completed is, or in non-hostile territory when determining next destination is, or after battle when non-hostile space achieved and all systems in full repair are. Command is challengeable only when ship in good repair, engines jump-ready, and known lack of outside threats being."<br><br>"<em>Strongly</em> suggesting that we likewise do." She clicks her fangs."Captain is captain except during such specific circumstance. Wise captain asks opinions, and wise underlings give expertise if concerned captain not of situation aware, but captain is captain. Voting, challenging, dueling, only when all is known safe and good." She glances after Will, though he's no doubt out of earshot by now. "Captains who abuse trust, who do not crew's safety and well-being first put, don't after jump last long. But until such time, one damnfool voice in emergency by coordinated crew backed is more powerful and responding faster than crew what to do arguing."<br><br>"Also strongly suggesting proper votes to take at such time. No 'maybe good idea' as an answer. Aye, no, abstain. Less confusing, is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 17:30:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Y'all</strong><br><hr><br>Max would sigh and rub at her temple before sitting back down.<br>"Right well. Look I think we're in agreement, captain is declared, captain is followed. We've got other things we need to get done today so lets get those votes down. If Theo is wanting the job, he gets my vote." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 17:59:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Mess hall of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><br>"As far as I am concerned the captain commands during emergencies or ships operations and other than that takes direction from the owners. Unfortunately all the owners are not present to vote. I am going to go find Will and the grand debate will have to wait until we get back." Adrianna walks gracefully out out of the mess hall in the direction of Will left. <br><br>She walks up on Will studying a locked box.<br><br>Green=Speaking<br>Blue= Communicator<br>Purple=Computer<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 18:25:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Theo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Meeting crew!<br><hr><br>Theo had started to his feet when Greg got on the table and up in Adrianna's face, but nobody had started throwing punches or close to it and Adrianna didn't appear to feel threatened, and Max had defused the situation handily. When Greg clanked back to her place, he let out a long breath he didn't remember holding.<br><br>"I believe that's as close to settled as it can be. I'll serve as captain, with Max serving as first officer. She speaks with my full authority.<br><br>For my first act as Captain, I can put forward a hundred thousand credits for making our problems and inconveniences disappear. I think there was some talk of buying a janitor bot?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 18:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Crew Discussion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>I agree with all of that Elijah said simply, glad that seemed to be over. It seemed to be the best course of action.<br><br>He was surprised at that amount however.<br><br>Are you sure? I can spare around twenty thousand credits myself, if you want have some help with the costs. I'd be glad to help out, spread it around so to speak the doctor offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 22:41:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Locked box in the pantry<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Adrianna, open.<br><hr><br>Will at first went to the bridge as he stated, though one look at it and he grunted. He really didn't want to walk past again the others to get to the hatch near the medic office leading down to where he currently would be fiddling with the locked box again, instead he went out the airlock and went in the ship again via the downfloor cargo bay door to reach where the box was downstairs. Nevertheless Adrianna would find him smacking the box against the wall, partly taking his frustration out on something than actually trying to get the damned thing open. He could hear the footsteps passing by in his direction before he saw the redhead and let out an audible long sigh.<br><br>"I regret nothing." he spoke, without looking her way, he didn't know who was approaching, for all he knew it could have been the damned Vargr again, "I don't care if you don't like me, people tend not to and that's damned-" he hit the box against a wall again, making a loud <strong>clang</strong>, "-fine by me. I don't have the patience to deal with anyone who got their head up their ass, I just wanna see some space in peace, make some credits doing stupid shit... So I can maybe retire on some nice planet I find..." he grumbled, "I fly ships and I like tinkering... I'm not a people person. Having some dickhead near turn me into dry ice, dealing with dickhead pirates trying to strong-arm my mail for over decade..." he turned and finally saw Adrianna there, "... It ain't what I expected when I was on the moisture farm, looking at the two suns and wanting to be anywhere else but the desert."<br><br>"Here..." he said, after a beat, showing her the locked box, "Help me try and get this open, see what's in there." He leaned up against the wall, "You, I can about tolerate, Red." he offered, possibly as much as a compliment or nicety he could give out, whether or not down to his current mood, was hard to tell. He may even have cracked a little smile before going back to his stoney frown again. He was too young for such a face, despite looking a decade older than the redhead with him. "We can talk, though don't bother about the damned elephant in the room. If I was really gonna gank anyone, they'd be stood up, facing me, with their weapon doing the same. So don't try and offer any sage words for or against what happened. The dog was damned complicating things. Now talk to be about anything else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 13:46:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Mess hall of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here..." he said, after a beat, showing her the locked box, "Help me try and get this open, see what's in there." He leaned up against the wall, "You, I can about tolerate, Red." he offered, possibly as much as a compliment or nicety he could give out, whether or not down to his current mood, was hard to tell. He may even have cracked a little smile before going back to his stoney frown again. He was too young for such a face, despite looking a decade older than the redhead with him. "We can talk, though don't bother about the damned elephant in the room. If I was really gonna gank anyone, they'd be stood up, facing me, with their weapon doing the same. So don't try and offer any sage words for or against what happened. The dog was damned complicating things. Now talk to be about anything else."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me, Twitch." with a small smile as she sits down next to Will not worrying overly much about modesty at this point as her skirt riding up a little to show off quite a bit of thigh. "That was actually rather chivalrous of you to drawing your sword in a ladies defense, thank you. I would not worry about Fluffy overly much. It is just the way of the vagr." as she looks at the lock on the box. "Can you grab the the probe with the small light on it?" She looks into the old magnetic pin tumbler design of the lock. "Did you know I used to work at the Lunion Naval reclamation yard when I was in my first tour in the navy? As ancient as this form lock is, it is all too common on older naval ships and free traders as a cheap form of privacy and security." She pulls a demagnetizer from the mechanics tool box and begins the sequence as she gently manipulates the pins in the lock feeling for each pin to slide to the correct position and release. "Master Chief Dervilia taught me how to open these locks. Well she was not a Master Chief then, that was what almost 20 yrs ago. The trick is to momentarially demagnetize each little pin in the lock so you can then slide it up a until you feel it get to the slide point on each pin and the lock turns." <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-05-10 06:09:31, Adrianna (uid: 37316) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=119237)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 15:15:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time: Afternoon</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theo, Doc, Grendel, Greg<br><hr>"Thank you captain, I'm flattered you trust my judgement."<br>Max would bow her head to Theo for a moment, eyes opening a fraction as he mentioned his wealth.<br>"I have a sneaking suspicion this is largely going to be presented as a fait accompli but I'd save making it properly official till all votes are in."<br>Max paused for a moment, eyes rolling up and letting out a small hmm.<br>"That said..." <br>Max turns her head to follow where Adrianna and Will left the room.<br>"Got a sneaking suspicion that they're going to take a while and while the slush fund we're amassing gives us a fair bit of leeway I do think we've all got work to do. Reckon we should either allow for some voting by intercom or catch people later. Can see how we get on and perhaps call a movie night with drinks tonight or something? For now though..."<br>Max would shrug and drink from her glass,<br>"Both time and those mushrooms are wasting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 21:30:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Locked Box<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrianna Kahn, Will Friez<br><hr><br>The lock pops open with a small click, cracking open the case reveals a treasure trove of things most of which look like that came from the captains room or other areas of the ship before being sealed. On the top of the thing is a video recorder, solid and maintained but well worn. It's covered with rainbow and star stickers at different points and currently contains a log (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285178.msg14133991#msg14133991) in storage. Directly under the recorder covering most of the contents is a large tablecloth, white and covered with dozens and dozens of names scrawled across it with markers in different handwriting.<br><br>Beneath the tablecloth are tons of datachips and a large number of scrap books filled with hundreds of pictures. The majority of them featured five individuals although only in the last half did the final one begin showing up more often. The brown haired woman that had been identified as Chloe was in most of them and the others seemed to have names attached as well. There was a thin woman who nearly always seemed to be messing with tools or holding a computer board with a short pixie haircut that seemed to be different colors in different pictures named Violet. There was a vargr who often appeared in an apron and a chefs hat, sometimes chasing the others around the ship waving a big spoon, named Bailey or at least that's the name the humans looked to be able to use. A tall swarthy looking man sometimes wearing a more traditional Zhodani dress appeared often enough, often with a small soft smile on his lips as he looked at the others with the name of Roy. Finally the sex doll seemed to be mobile in several of the picture, some work on it progressing through them until it looked to be moving more naturally rather than posed.<br><br>One of the more prominent pictures, very well framed in the book, had them all together. There was a huge white cake with blue piping in the middle of the table with a candle lit in the center and the words 'Happy Birthday Era' scrawled across the top if it. The sex doll looked to be sitting in front of the thing with a surprised look on its face while Chloe pulled everyone in with both arms from behind the Aslan. Violet looked to have an almost manic excited grin on her face as she gripped one of Era's arms while the Vargr had a startled grumpy look on his face but the shift of his ears and tail betrayed his own attentiveness to the situation. Roy seemed to just be leaning into the hug and taking it all in stride, holding a lighter in one hand and a blindfold in the other one.<br><br>Dozens of other people appeared in the various pictures although usually only a few times at most. Everyone other than the crew had a picture of them next to a white tablecloth holding a marker with an increasingly large number of names on it as time progressed. Another scrapbook held tons of pictures of other worlds and strange structures, wildlife, and starfields.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">The message log(s) are pending. Some because they haven't been decoded and and some cause I still need to write it. I'll try to remember to update this message with the link and post it in ooc as well along with the information thread area when it's done. I can detail more pictures on request.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 22:24:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Locked box in the pantry<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Adrianna, open.<br><hr><br>Will let out a small 'hrrmf' and let out a little exhale and a defeated shake of his head as a small grin came for just a second when Adrianna called him 'Twitch' again. His silence about the nickname looked like he accepted it as much as Adrianna accepted her own nickname he dubbed her with. The redhead's skirt sliding up was an eye draw, whilst Will was clearly a grump and fairly antisocial down to his run of luck in his adult years, he could still appreciate forms of companionship. Before when he was young and dumb and more lusty, he held a torch for Max of which by the way he looked at the petite woman and how he spoke differently to her was clear enough he still did. Adrianna happened to be attractive, seemed to give a shit about him and she disarmed him from his sullenness, which left the ice forming around him to begin to crack a little.<br><br>"I'm not worried about the Vargr. I'm not worried about anything except taking off before I hit 40..." he replied to her at first, he paused and reached down to help her, sitting close up next to her and handing her the probe, letting out a little hissing sigh as the discomfort in his nerves pulled through him as he sat up close. "I owed you one for the backrub..." he offered about his actions before she came to him, again a small hint of a smile before it disappeared again. "It's strange to hear you mention years like that. You look a fair bit younger than people my age. It was sixteen years ago when I joined a Navy crew... Makes me feel old, I was 18 back then. If the Navy didn't mess me up so bad, I'd probably be saluting you right now rather than sat here on a metal floor having you do my work for me..." he spoke as he helped as best he could with Adrianna's work.<br><br>Will handed the vid recorder over to Adrianna when the box opened and instead went through the blanket, opening it up and looking through the pics. "The others will want to see this. Looks like Captain Aslan has a name; Era. That thing Max was messing with has gotta be it's AI." He paused, he could feel a lot of memories in what they found, a lot of feelings. It gave the man pause. If Adrianna plays the log infront of him, the feels from it would likely hit him straight in the gut. As is, he looked through some more photos of the old crew and back to Adrianna, "We should keep these. Clearly they meant something to those who had this ship last. Maybe we could decorate the larger areas with some of the loose ones. I... came to this ship with what I had on my back. I don't have any physical proof of my life, outside Max and Grendel knowing who I was. I ain't really a people person. Doesn't mean I never wanted to be one though. Plus, I dunno... Feels like the right thing to do."<br><br>He put the big collection of pictures wrapped back in the blanket and slipped it under his arm to hold. "We should go find Max and let her know about this before she burns out that AI or does something to it." He stood up and offered a hand down to Adrianna to help her up from her seat. He wore an awkward half-smile on his face as he did so, clearly unused to smiling, though also pretty clearly glad of the talk time he had with the redhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>11-05-2018, 16:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Lock Box<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">If the Navy didn't mess me up so bad, I'd probably be saluting you right now rather than sat here on a metal floor having you do my work for me..." he spoke as he helped as best he could with Adrianna's work.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You would not have saluted me anyway. I worked for a living. Besides, this the least I could for the man who came to my rescue." with warm smile&nbsp; and humorous flirty tone in her voice. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adrianna was never a commissioned officer. </div></div><br><br>"You keep coming to a lady's rescue and I will have to find more ways to punish you for your sins other than just back rubs. We do have a cargo hold full of toys." with that same wicked smile and flirtatiousness in her voice and demeanor. <br><br>Her tone turns serious for a moment and she coughs with a hoarse voice "It is too late for me Twitch, You may have to put me out to pasture. I turned 40 a few months ago." &nbsp;Cough, cough and then starts to giggle. &nbsp;"We will be off this rock soon enough."<br><br>Rather than watching the vid recorder. She doesn't want to bring&nbsp; up and bad memories for herself right now. Better watch it once and get it over with than watching now and then again the the rest fo the crew. She helps Will put things back in the lockbox letting take the pictures out.<br><br>"Seriously, I like the memory wall idea. That is so sweet to honor the former crew. You are right the rest of the crew needs to see this and there is a few votes pending."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>11-05-2018, 19:58:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Crew Discussion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Vote by intercom if needed, I think it's time to get some work done and before I leave ship to aid in whatever needs to be done offship, I do want to look at those mushrooms, which reminds me, we should find a small space for some hydroponics, nothing large, to perhaps grow some fresh food occasionally, or at least have a small herb garden for spicing up food he said. <br><br>We've got enough funds between all of us to get what we need done, done, so that should be the first priority. I'd like to get off of this rock as well, and that would put us one step closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>11-05-2018, 20:29:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Making a move to the Dining Area<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone.<br><hr><br>Will let out a chuckle at Adrianna's mention of not needing the salute, followed by a blush at her next comment of the kinds of punishments she'd lather upon him if he continued, "I like you, Red..." he grinned, clearly having warmed up to the pretty woman, "I'd usually do a white lie and say something like you look half that age... Though, you clearly already do..." he grinned, patting her on the back as he started up to go up through the floor above where the hatch near Medical back to Dining was. "Tell anyone else I came up with such a schmaltzy idea and I may have to direct something pointed at you though..." he added with a sly wink, leaving exactly what such a phallic thing that could be to her imagination...<br><br>Soon enough they were closing in to where the rest of the crew was, Will decided though to hang back and let Adrianna lead the rest of the way into the room-area proper once Medical was reached. Not that he had his tail between his legs somewhat at being dragged back there in his pride, though that was exactly the case with the trying-his-best to be stoic ex-Scout. "Here..." he said, offering her the blanket wrapping the photos and books of photos, "It'll all be better coming from you. It does me better to not have the crew thinking I'm some romantic type. They can learn more about me soon enough." With that he joined the others fully again, "I already voted. Theo for Cap for me. Do I need to be here to see the votes come in now I've done mine?" he grumpily greeted the others...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 15:30:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Lock Box<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Will let out a chuckle at Adrianna's mention of not needing the salute, followed by a blush at her next comment of the kinds of punishments she'd lather upon him if he continued, "I like you, Red..." he grinned, clearly having warmed up to the pretty woman, "I'd usually do a white lie and say something like you look half that age... Though, you clearly already do..." he grinned, patting her on the back as he started up to go up through the floor above where the hatch near Medical back to Dining was. "Tell anyone else I came up with such a schmaltzy idea and I may have to direct something pointed at you though..." he added with a sly wink, leaving exactly what such a phallic thing that could be to her imagination...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I started antigathic very early in my navy career to keep my girlish figure. Vain, I know but worth it." as she does a little fashion model spin. <br><br>In the mess hall:<br><br>"I have been thinkin. This is basically a large scout ship. One tradition the scout service had was a crew memorial wall for everyone that has ever served aboard. They considered it good karma to have one. It creates a lineage for the ship to remind them who they are when things go south as they often do in the scout service. I would like to do the same with these pictures of the former crew we found in the lockbox and add ours to the wall too. " Pointing to the pictures in Will's hands.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Soon enough they were closing in to where the rest of the crew was, Will decided though to hang back and let Adrianna lead the rest of the way into the room-area proper once Medical was reached. Not that he had his tail between his legs somewhat at being dragged back there in his pride, though that was exactly the case with the trying-his-best to be stoic ex-Scout. "Here..." he said, offering her the blanket wrapping the photos and books of photos, "It'll all be better coming from you. It does me better to not have the crew thinking I'm some romantic type. They can learn more about me soon enough." With that he joined the others fully again, "I already voted. Theo for Cap for me. Do I need to be here to see the votes come in now I've done mine?" he grumpily greeted the others...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"As far a official vote tally, I am voting for Theo. Twitch is Voting Theo. Shall we go around the room for the Vote?" &nbsp;Looking at greg "How do you vote Fluffy?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 16:22:56</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285467.msg14137539#msg14137539">Quote from: Triggvi on 12-05-2018, 15:30:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As far a official vote tally, I am voting for Theo. Twitch is Voting Theo. Shall we go around the room for the Vote?" &nbsp;Looking at greg "How do you vote Fluffy?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Smiling mirthlessly, the Vargr leans back in her seat and spreads her hands in a deliberately harmless-looking human gesture. It'd be a lot more disarming if there were fewer claws and teeth involved.<br><br>"Black gods of void, Army. I'm the one him nominated. Theo, yes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 17:29:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr>"In the interests of moving things along since we all have work to be doing and a few points seem to have been retread a bit, Myself, Greg, Will, yourself and Theo are all in favour of Theo, giving him a clear majority, while you were out he's also mentioned that he's happy to pony up up to 100k to get this ship flying again and named me First Officer."<br><br>Max would pause for a moment before looking over the various weapons in the group, she makes her voice a note lighter, trying to make it sound as unaccusatory as possible. <br><br>"In that spirit- while I'm happy we can all get along and things are getting more smiley, I'll be asking people to surrender weapons to be placed in the ships locker... Probably going to ask for anyone that can bust a lock to have a look at getting it open as well, assuming no one got handed a key after the auction... By your leave of course."<br><br>Max would look towards Theo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 18:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Adrianna_Kahn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Lock Box<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will<br><hr><br>Adrianna give Max a look that says you are a little premature to pick up the job of first officer.<br>Owner Vote to confirm Max as the first officer. I am will to vote yes.<br><br>After the Vote is taken:<br>"The only weapon I normally carry around is my stunner because it is nonlethal. Right now all my weapons are secured aboard the Jezabel. I am happy to put my gauss pistol in the armory, but my rifle and my combat armor have special meaning for me and I request that you let me keep them secured on the Jezebel.&nbsp; I am not an all my eggs in one basket kind of girl." She takes and momentary pause the think" I am pretty good with locks, so I will try and get the weapons locker open and get us keys to it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 21:02:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>Giving a low rumbling chuff of minor disagreement, Ghrreigh dips one ear with a slow swivel at Max, glances from her to Theo. "Captain said XO is. All respect being, XO and Captain: eggs in one basket is only first part of problem. Other problem is where is basket tactically being. Ship's locker on this vessel right beside primary airlock is."<br><br>She smiles without any teeth, "As your resident bloody cut-throat pirate consultant I, first thing boarding party will on small vessel try to control main ship's locker, is. They at first breach will having it be, and right beside it bridge is being." She flicks a finger towards Adrianna, "Recommending instead lockbox install on bridge, Army keeps her extra weapon in, sidearm for navigator. Similarly recommending lockbox in engineering. Control of engineering, control of ship is...More so than bridge. Engineering can bridge system controls cut...Bridge can't stop engineering from manual overrides making."<br><br>She winks at Max, telegraphing it large to make it clear in the way only someone unused to the gesture would. "Besides, am time remembering what happened when I <em>first</em> you my shotgun handed."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 18:02:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Making a move to the Dining Area<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone.<br><hr><br>Will shrugged, "Whatever. I got a tranq rifle and my blade. I'd prefer to keep my flak jacket on me, if that's alright. I don't have a sidearm. I'm not the best aim due to the fuckin' obvious about me, so my rifle has a scope on it. I'm a dab hand with my sword though most times." he unclipped the scabbard with blade from his belt and slipped the tranq rifle off his shoulder. "I'll probably get a decent pistol with some good aim-tech to help my shakey hands at the next system we end up at. Being the astrogator, I'll listen to the doggo's advice and get a decent side-arm." he paused... "Also who the fuck is 'Army'?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.<br><br>He shrugged, "Whatever. Max makes a decent first officer. I'd have put myself up for that role, but you all will probably listen to her more, so that's fine with me. So much also for Captain in name only on this ship..." he looked over to Greg when they stated the Captain made Max first officer and the connotation such a thing should remain unchallenged. He put the blanket wrapping up the photos and the books down somewhat centrally and unwrapped it so everyone in the room could visibly see the loose photos of the old crew atop the closed book which would hold more. "Max, that computer is an AI for the Aslan. It's name is Era. I recommend anyone who's good at computing to help out Max bring 'Era' back online. Maybe then we can learn more about what happened with this boat, plus... Never know, they may make a good crew addition..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 20:06:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybody<br><hr><br><br>The Vargr tilts her head at Adrianna in answer to Will's question, though Ghrreigh thought he'd been in the room when she'd called the other woman that previously. <br><br>She could be wrong, she was still tense. She clenches and unclenches her gauntleted paws a few times under the table. More visibly to everyone else, her mane is starting to settle, particularly in the wake of the Scout's acceptance -- grudging, but still, as best the Vargr can tell, acceptance -- of Max as XO. No doubt to Theo and Max, who know her better, the slight indications of the Vargr's mental standing-down from near-combat mode are probably more obvious.<br><br>"I, or XO, training you with shipboard combat shotgun can, if wish." She focuses more intently on Will, looking a bit analytical...And also like she knows what she's talking about. "Good for airlock clearing. I even having gyrostabbed assault shotgun can borrow, if liking. Though maybe I more flechette rounds to buy for <em>Doorknocker</em>, needing."<br><br>As near as can be told from looking at her, it's like he never slid a sword across the top of her muzzle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 20:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr><br>"I like the sound of the wall, going to say that recording I found earlier myself was one that really tugged at the heartstrings. Feels like working a missing person again, or a murder without a next of kin."<br>Max was happy to accept that she'd been passed in as XO seemlessly enough, though it struck her that a vote might be needed at some point in the immediate future about the exact role and authority of the captain, for now, it mattered more that other things got sorted out.<br>"Thanks Will and I don't see massive problems with keeping a gun on your shuttle, though I'd probably want to check the locks on it Adrianna... Think I'm going to want to fondle your shotgun next time you can spare it Greg, sounds like a beast of a weapon."<br>Max&nbsp; would say with a grin to her before she raised a brow and carefully turned the computer in her hands over as Will explained what- who it was.<br>"That's ahhh... That's certainly something. How did you come across the information? It... Does sort of give us a moral duty to plug it back in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 21:14:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna Kahn<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall of the Starfinder<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all<br><hr><br>Looking at Greg "Listen Fluffy, I am happy to let the captain of record nominate a First Officer.&nbsp; The nomine needs to be confirmed by the owners.&nbsp; The captain works for the owners not the other way around. This not a navy ship where the captain is second only to god. You are an owner of this ship, are abrogating your responsibilities?" Adrianna loses her playful tone for moment.<br><br>Responding to Max"Max the Jezebel's locker is biometric and DNA encoded. There are more secure than than weapons locker on the Starfinder. Fluffy does have a point about lockboxes at your duty stations for lethal side arms. As owners we would all have keys to the armory and lockboxes anyway. We might upgrade the lockboxes to biometric locks for quicker access and security. Keep the long arms and long blades in the Armory."<br><br>"Twitch here was working on a lockbox when I found him. We were lucky and with Will's help, we were able to pick the lock. The Information about ERA was in the lock box along with logs and pictures and vid recorder." <br><br>"Seeing the pics is when the memorial wall idea came up"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 22:43:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Making a move to the Dining Area<br><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone.<br><hr><br>"Shotgun training would be helpful. Something to do in Jumpspace for sure..." Will answered Greg, as he folded his arms across his chest, "We'll see how things go..." he added on the offer to use Greg's shotgun. He was somewhat short to trust and didn't want to be seen as weak for making friendly so quickly after he was last in the room here. Will did however then nod along to Adrianna's words, which he was onboard with. When she was done talking he piped up, "Now we're all here... May be good to watch whatever's on that vid-recorder together. Something clearly landed this ship up as it was, maybe we may find more clues about that on whatever data this thing has on it..." he offered.<br><br>He pointed at the vid recorder all covered in the various stickers over it's surface and looked to Adrianna and the others. Clearly he wasn't very confident in working with the level of tech that the vid recorder represented, that or it's bright and cutesy pink stickered exterior was something Will would rather let someone else fiddle with. "I'll watch the vid with you all, then I'm thinking I'll go and see what stateroom I can hang my gear in. Once the ship is ready to fly and we know where we're heading, I'll go the bridge and see about programming us a pathway to get to whichever system gets agreed on." he offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 04:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr>Max would rub her temples at the continuing argument.<br>"I think we need to settle this with a vote to be honest with you, how much authority does the captain actually have. At the moment the point seems to be largely moot since we're in agreement but I'm sensing this is going to come up time and again.<br><br>Max would however watch the vid with interest, feeling another pang at the evidence of destroyed lives before finally sighing.<br>"I don't see that I could rightly turn down requests like that. By all means, lets arm up just incase but I'm going to plug the girl in I think... And sign the scroll."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 06:26:19</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location: Starfinder Mess Hall<br>Time: Afternoon<br>Tagging: Any nearby...<br><hr><br>If asked, Grendel had simply nodded approval at all of the group's decisions.&nbsp; She was content to stay in the quietest corner of the too-small mess hall and be unnoticed, at least as unnoticed as she could.&nbsp; Her tremendous sensitivity would eventually wear down, she hoped.&nbsp; It was a pity, some of the physiques of her crew members would have been a joy to sample under different circumstances.<br><br>But there would be time, there was nothing else <em>but </em>time once in jump space...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A very short post to explain the player's long absence.&nbsp; My apologies again, folks, I'm lucky to have so many friends online and off...&nbsp; :D</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 11:13:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Theo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Meeting crew!<br><hr><br>"So what we're saying here is that my second act as captain should be to draw up a charter that delineates our various responsibilities and duties, the extent of any one of our authority in any given situation, and procedures for making changes, and submit it for negotiation and ratification?" Theo steepled his fingers and if he had been wearing glasses they probably would have shone in the mess hall's light, "that would satisfy Greg's need for clearly defined authority and both Will's desire for democracy," he gave a little half-smile at Will, more teasing than critical but the critical aspect was distinctly present, "and his unwillingness to stay around and reach consensus, correct?" <br><br>He waved a hand, "by all means plug it in, I'll work while we watch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 20:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall of the Star Finder<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>"Give me a few and I will go get my Gauss Pistol just in case the Era has a melt down and decides to try and take over the ship or worst the base." make it bad terminator references with a shy smile. She turns and moves swiftly out of the room to her quarters aboard the Jezebel. She puts her thumb on the lock and seeing the biometric and dna sensor light up and a soft pop of the gun locker. She reaches in and draws out her glasses and gauss pistol and then slides home the ammo clip. She fit the holter to the middle of her back and closes the locker. <br><br>a few minutes later she is back in the mess hall for the plugging i n of the high tech AI Era to the Aslyan sex doll.<br><br>"I am ready. lets do this, XO"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 22:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br><hr><br>"See this sort of thinking right here, is why Theo is going to do good work"<br>Max would nod at his suggestion of a ship charter before finishing another glass of water and rising from her seat to move towards the bridge.<br>"After that message I really hope we don't need that but alright- lets get it done." <br>Once those with weapons had assembled, Max would uncover the port she'd uncovered earlier and taking a moment to look at how the computer lined up with the contacts- would carefully plug it in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 00:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Crew Discussion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>I've got a shotgun, it's the only weapon I know how to use. Seeing as how my quarters and the med bay are a bit difficult to get to, I'd say that a locker in my area should be safe enough. I'd prefer the only thing I know how to use be close, in case something happens, otherwise I've got to come out of my quarters, which only have one way in really, and then make my way to a locker where the weapons are located. In a worst case scenario, that's not a good thing in my opinion, however, as a person who is not really trained in combat or combat tactics, I'll abide by a sound explanation and policy that works he said in reference to the point about giving up and stowing weapons.<br><br>Once it seemed everything had been settled, he sighed.Organization was good. Working in a research facility, and then doing a couple of tours in the navy made him appreciate well laid out plans and chains that provided insight and direction when needed. Great, let's get that done, then I can finish settling in the medical bay, and if need be, head out to finalize some other purchases. I literally arrived here without packing much, and am in need of some personal effects and clothing, plus some fresh air might be nice he added, as they headed up to listen to this 'message'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 01:06:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybodyn<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh nods at the doctor. Sound sense. Centralization makes sense for some things, but in the Vargr's opinion, weaponry isn't one of them. It's too easy to cut a crew off from a central armory, particularly if it's next to an airlock, like this ship's.<br><br>She murmurs a few reservations about the AI...And turns up with an automatic grenade launcher (set to single-shot) that looks like it's nearly as big as she is. (It isn't, but it's certainly big enough.) It's got an assault sling set up with quick-change clips for both microgravity and surface use. If anybody even looks at her funny about it, she's simply going to mutter "Flechettes. Lowveloc." She pronounces the clipped phrase with a hard 'k' sound at the end, instead of the 's' one might expect from a curtailing of 'velocity. "No hull pen."<br><br>She's doesn't point out what the gauss pistol might do to some componentry that flechettes won't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 01:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall of the Star Finder<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>With a look of shock for the stupidity of trying to use a grenade launcher in a small enclosed room, even if it will not harm hard targets much, the people in the room are not hard targets but soft ones. She raises her voice "Fluffy, are you bug nuts, put that thing back before you kill us all!! " as she reaches behind her back to grip her gauss pistol prepared to do whatever it takes to save the crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 05:54:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everybodyn<br><hr><br><br>The Vargr hisses through clenched teeth, closes her eyes a moment, then opens them again, focused on a point about six inches behind Adrianna's skull. "Is low-pressure recoilless system, equivalent to shotgun. Flechette load. Shotgun equivalency, again, just larger bore size being.&nbsp; Won't drill control systems like that pfiztikated gauss popgun carrying, you, Army."<br><br>"You gods sure not boarding crew. Going to need some classes, to be. Smoothbores flexible being. Shotgun can microgrenade handle, grenade system can macro shotshell handle. Savvy you savvy? And if bot is hostile and is not hurt by small holes drilled in it, what you do? Robots not subject to hydrostatic shock being. Shotgun therefore better tool for purpose."<br><br>She pats the bullpupped weapons-system. "And bigger shotgun better."<br><br>"Haven't bot apart taken to abilities check. Don't know if weapons having. Don't know what ship's authorization and access having. Aren't AI brain investigating. No, just plugging biggest potential unknown on ship all together, and without vote after so damn much about every other vote fussing. There damned well <em>will </em> one tool present be of rapid assisted disassembly capable."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Triggvi, your character should know this. We've had shotshells and experimented with flechette rounds for grenade launchers since the Korean war. If you aren't familiar with something my character's doing and it's technology related, maybe you'd better ask me OOCly about it before deciding to judge it, okay? Or is Adrianna deliberately trying to start random shit?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 08:23:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall of the Star Finder<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br>"Greg wants a vote and she is willing and get people killed to get it. So let's vote on Max's idea to turn Era on. I vote yes."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I understand exactly what the tech is and does and I also know the basic guidelines for the safety specs are important. What is the spread on the flechettes from a grenade launcher? what is minimum safe distance? If you read the post then you know adrianna was concerned for peoples safety not ship systems. You seem to be glossing over that small but important detail. Also the optics of a mass casualty weapon to a person waking up to her crew gone. Does not sound friendly to me.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 01:13:33</strong>
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				Summarizing some things to allow those interested in exploration to finally get some chances. There is more than enough stuff on the ship and planet to last for a little longer than anticipated and as such I'm moving some to the history thread to allow for a mixture of interparty rp and exploration rp.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright"></div><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>One thing had led to another and Greg had decided to stay in port, having been able to find a way to cash out his shares for another vessel and heading off into the unknown. The waking of Era had proved less than fully enlightening with most of her memories locked away in the ships systems, although she was able to point the group towards some local patrons for Theo and the rest to discuss some work towards while she goes through the labor intensive process of recovering her own memories. Those she can see are bittersweet, haunting, alien, and familiar all at the same time. She knows little of what happened to the last crew although she's determined to find out what happened if allowed and knows it has something to do with the Foreven sector, part of why she lent the information of the name she knew.<br><br>The Darian empire was every interested in forming a relationship with the group should they prove lucky, willing to several months worth of maintenance <em>if</em> the group could survey and report on target systems for them, with bonuses based on samples gathered and what resources looked promising. The hard part would be keeping the ship well maintained during that time, especially without as skilled an engineer on board. Fortunately several of the crew can at least run the ship and keep it going, for now, with elbow grease needing to provide the care that spending a lengthy time in space would not.<br><br>The system the crew had jumped into had been fairly normal as they surveyed the system with a few oddities that still bore checking out. The outer systems were uninteresting and nothing special seemed to be lurking around the gas giant, which had kept the ship in fuel for now.<br><br>The crew currently hovered around a habitable looking planet they had yet to survey after finishing sending and retrieving the probe drones sent to its moon. The moon itself was barren although it had odd pockets that were too radioactive for the drones to venture into without losing any remote connection. The planet itself had yet to be fully examined, something that would doubtlessly take at least a few weeks, although the most interesting part of that would be the sample collection assuming the atmosphere was as breathable as initial cursory scans indicated.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">A subset of possible things in history thread that could be done if desired</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Tracking down crew member discovered in video tape that left the ship on planet</li><li>Travel, 1 week jump, 3 days in Emape System, 3 days in 3232, 6 weeks surveying</li><li>Date to ensure priority repairs</li><li>Waking up Era</li><li>Shopping</li><li>Talking to patron</li><li>Examining Chemicals in the Med Lab</li><li>General Ship cleaning/maintenance</li></ul><br>I'll need 2 checks for ship maintenance since there's no time to return to dock for in system maintenance each month without heavily compromising the profits that could be ventured.<br><br>Era is now a somewhat helpful member of the crew. She has few skills of her own currently, most locked away behind the encryption in the ship computer and her own software, but she's working on it. Her body is built for pleasure and she can taste and feel but her physical capabilities are lacking. She can process data very quickly though and if a person has a library with information appropriate to a situation she can give substantial aid to helping.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 07:35:36</strong>
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				<hr>Name: <strong>Grendel<br></strong>Location: <strong>Mess Hall<br></strong>Tagging: <strong>Era, any nearby<br></strong><hr>The week had been tumultuous but at least now the crew and ship were on their way.&nbsp; Still female, and it seemed likely to stay that way, Grendel had spent as much time with Eli as he wished and they could spare.<br><br>But it was time to get to know the other members of the crew.&nbsp; In this infinite, eternal and indifferent universe, they might be the only souls to rely on when things got dicey.<br><br>She sent out a message to Era via a terminal in the Mess Hall, <strong>"Era, would you like to play a game of chess or Go?"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A short post as we have changed scenes.&nbsp; And I am short on spare time this week and it shows.&nbsp; Grendel is fascinated by Era, it is a luxury to be able to talk to a mind that she cannot read.&nbsp; I am suggesting Chess or Go as both might have the charm to be known to the Imperium at large far from Terra. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 05:40:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Max was a layman, a smart layman maybe but a layman that much was certain as she looked over the details of the surveys so far, the habitable planet could be some real paydirt if it panned out but the radiation pockets were holding her interest as she poured over the details, sitting back in one of the bridge chairs, one leg crossed over the other, her outfit largely unchanged from before.<br>"These radiation pockets are weird- how strong are they? If we wanted a closer look could the ship hull plating hold up to it? Could a vacc suit? Thinking if we can it'd pay to be complete in the survey"<br>She asked of no one specifically as she lifted her morning tea to her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 18:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Galley<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone, Anyone, No One<br><hr><br>The past week had been a whirlwind of activity. Once off the rock they had been on for awhile, the void of space had surrounded them, and left plenty of time to do things that needed to be done. Elijah of course spent plenty of time with Grendel, getting re-acquainted as only the two of them could, and he enjoyed that immensely, having missed her greatly. He also spent time getting to know the others, answering any questions they might have, and participating in any discussions or activities he'd be invited to join. He had managed to buy some clothing before they left, something he'd sorely needed as he'd been on the move for awhile and had been wearing most of the same things for awhile, although unless someone helped him out, his choice of clothing was drab and utilitarian, befitting a man who spent a lot of time either working in research, or treating patients.<br><br>Two things occupied his 'working' time. The first was a complete examination and overhaul of the medical area's supplies, drugs and chemicals. That would likely take the lion's share of his time as there were many unidentified items that needed clarification. Luckily his education and practical work experience, combined with his expansive medical database, were combining to help him wade through all of that, and to correctly label and mark what needed to be identified. There were a few evenings where Grendel's distractions were just what he needed to get some rest and stop working, and he was grateful for that.<br><br>The other item he worked on setting up was his scientific equipment that would be useful planet side for collecting data and research. Calibration and configuration took some time, so that by the time they arrived on point, it was ready to be deployed.<br><br>He took a sip of coffee. While I have some anti-radiation doses on board, I only have three. Can't tell you the engineering specifics, but I'd rather not have to use up our store of radiation antidotes so soon if it can be avoided he said from the galley, simply savoring coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 21:22:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall of the Star Finder<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr>"We can use the Jezebel to collect samples on the planet while figure out how to get better reads on the moon. High levels of radiation can mean rich deposits of uranium and such. We will need to survey the entire system." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 05:21:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>Era, having been unrestricted so far in her connectivity, easily spoke through the ship connection as she bounced around in the ship. It was hauntingly new and nostalgic at the same time as she struggled to regain the memories that were locked away. The reminders and pictures from the ship crew she could see were bittersweet and alien at the same time, a deep longing and pain mixing in her mechanical mind against the confusion at feeling such things about the unknown members. <strong>"Go might be fun. Chess is too easy to solve."</strong> She nodded, despite Grendel not being in the room to see her as she answered.<br><br>She'd spent some time trying to help the doctor classify the drugs as best as she could, her ability to process the database a very valuable resource although she lacked the intuition and trained practical instincts that she could not match. The drugs were expansive and varied, raw material and recreational things that could be used for fun or for spending time making compounds as needed in the decently stocked medical bay.<br><br>Her skill at dealing with the actual aspects of tuning the sensors was minimal at best but the quick looks ups and refinements had her easily looking up the tolerances the human crew members could figure out from the listed data. <strong>"Ah, the ship hull is good enough but the ship is too large to get close. Vacc suits could protect for a bit but without anti-radiation drugs you'll risk permanent damage. There are a few spots you should avoid for longer than a few minutes. It'll knock comms out too while you are there. I'm not sure what would be causing that but it's pretty big, whatever it is. The Jezebel would be pretty good for getting in closer but I'd still be careful and keep some doses on hand. I don't know how to do it yet but maybe if one of you has some skill you might be able to find a way to break through the radiation for a short range communication with the probes too. It's risky though. I can help do the adjustments if one of you has ideas but I'm not really good at that stuff."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 05:56:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br><br>"Taking a ships boat to the hard radiation while the ship can survey a world would make sense to me, we've got some doses to help with the rads so so long as we keep the crew small it should be fine. Though we'd need to keep the crew volunteer on that one I think."<br>Max will muse as she listens to Era.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 01:21:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Galley<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone, Anyone, No One<br><hr><br>I've got three doses available, you'd have to choose carefully who would go Elijah said. That's all that I've got, small crew for sure he added, providing his input on the discussion. It seemed somewhat risky to him, but then again, that's what the anti-rad doses were for, just that sort of thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 16:16:35</strong>
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				"Well I'm not rated to fly the Starfinder, I _can_ fly the Jezebel with permission of course, that split would make sense to me. I'd just need a volunteer to go with me to be taking the readings and the like. The boat hull should cope with the rads okay but it really is the more dangerous option."<br>This was far outside of Max's comfort zone but she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect, her detective instincts keen to get to the bottom of the hard rad source.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>08-06-2018, 06:12:04</strong>
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				Name: Grendek<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Any nearby...<br><br>Grendel tried to hide being impressed.&nbsp; <em>Chess was too <strong>easy </strong>for Era?</em>&nbsp; <strong>"Um, <em>sure</em>, go with Go!"</strong> She said to the unfathomable and unreadable AI...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A short post as, again, I have had limited time this past week.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 15:21:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br><strong>"I don't know if there are any vacc suits around but you can use them to protect against radiation fairly well. If you can avoid the hot pockets it might save you the use of the drugs unless you need to get close to something really dangerous. That's what my readings on the suits are at least. If you have a radiation sensor then you can at least map out the edges of the hotter zones and prepare right? I'm sorry my memory is still rather locked away. I can't do more than offer suggestions and this body is nice but it's not really built for much other than advice and other activities. Oh, I might be able to help whoever is using the ship sensors. If I link with them I can probably sharpen the data little."</strong> Era said sheepishly, getting out the go board and setting it up. The black and white stones are set in the small bowls to the side as she pushes the black stones towards Grendel to play.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2018, 12:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr>"I am am curious as to the quality of the Radiation. Have we determined if the radiation if naturally occurring radioisotopes or from enhanced ones like plutonium or other elements? That would tell us alot." <br><br>"I think my combat armor is more radioactively protective than the vaccsuit. Let me see if I can adjust the sensors on the Jezebel to detect the forms of radiation better so we can map the hot spots. Era I could use your help on that. "<br><br>Adrianna grabs a tool kit for the ships locker and proceeds to start working on adapting the jezabel to the hard radiation. She will pull all of her stuff off the Jezebel. Adrianna thinks to herself 'This will be some work&nbsp; decontaminating of her when we get back.'<br><br>Doc<br>"hey Doc, I hate to say it but we might need a few doses ready if I fly the jezebel into the radiation storm. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>14-06-2018, 06:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Max would clear her throat,<br>"I... Could try to fly the Starfinder in a pinch then. Not convinced this is the smartest way around to do things though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>16-06-2018, 03:23:54</strong>
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				Grendel picked up the Go stones and began to play.&nbsp; <strong>"You have a very lovely and unique avatar, Era.&nbsp; I find it <em>enticing."</em></strong>&nbsp; Grendel said conversationally.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure if she was trying to get psychological leverage on the AI to win the game, if that was even the right phrase, or if it was the truth.&nbsp; Maybe it was the mind she could not read.&nbsp; Mystery was the greatest aphrodisiac, Grendel had found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2018, 16:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><hr><br><strong>Doc:</strong><br>"Doc, you are the closest thing we have to a physical scientist. Can you help me determine whether the radiation is natural or man made for a lack of a better word?"<br><br><strong>Max:</strong><br>"As brave as it is for you to volunteer to fly my Jezebel, Max. It is my home and no one flies it into danger but me. I would be happy for the company. My Combat Armor has the medkit add on. I can be load it with a dose of the radiation drug. As far as the Starfinder, it only has to hold orbit of the planet." Adrianna looks a little antsy about all of this talk of radiation.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>18-06-2018, 14:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>"My thinking was that we could cover more ground faster if we split up- I'm not so good with the bigger ships is my thing though. We should try to keep the team eating up the hard rads as small as wel can, I mean we'll probably be fine- but no sense in risking things right? Who's been doing the sensor suites?"<br>Max will glance around those assembled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 11:27:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shipboard, Starfinder Bridge, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br>Over the past few weeks of the ship's shakedown, Ghrreigh has settled in somewhat surprisingly. To those who know Vargr, this may not be surprising. The captaincy has been stable, the social framework has settled gradually into something routine, and while occasionally she's done seemingly bizarre and childish things like snagging food from other people's plates at mess and grinning fangily at any protests, she seems to've found her place. It remains to be seen how she'll work with the group in combat, but that's always a thing one learns in only one way. Simulations (unless no one involved knows they're simulated) don't ever result in the same behavior one gets when bullets fly. Its clear from her own personal drills and exercises that she's got plenty of experience fighting and doing shipboard gunnery work, but that's little indicator of where her reflexes will be towards the rest of the crew.<br><br>It's also clear that, antiagathics be damned, the Vargr's rather old.<br><br>The ship is showing a bit of its age, and or mileage, too. Ghrreigh hasn't complained about it, which is a striking contrast to how verbose she was about the captaincy, but anyone paying attention can tell that it's a full-time job and she's putting in more work than one might expect for a single engineer in a vessel this size. Her logged maintenance reports in the computer system indicate that it's consuming roughly twice the effort it should be taking, and anyone watching the Vargr can tell she knows what she's doing, so it's the ship itself which seems to be the difficulty.<br><br>Ghrreigh remains a touch distant around Era. She's eventually signed onto the scroll, once its provenance and meaning were explained to her, but she's a little twitchy around the android. Max and Theo may infer that it's less about whether she still suspects Era of being a sleeper killbot, and more a question of where exactly the android stands authority-wise in the crew.<br><br>In the new system, she spends a great deal of time on arrival recalibrating the jump drive and double-checking maneuvering systems. Keeping the ship ready to run and jump in a heartbeat seems to be an important thing, whether it's from her experience as a Corsair or her long years in the Navy (other Navy members of the crew may suspect it's the former...Few Navy ships have quite such a paranoid level of concern about readiness states, much to the disappointment of younger officers).<br><br>Eventually, though, she does settle in at one of the roundtables to discuss the odd sensor readings and how to explore the system. She doesn't look like she's had much sleep, though, and her inspection of the sensory data seems cursory. Perhaps because she knows others have already been at it for hours and she doesn't expect to find much.<br><br>“Radiation, problematic is.” Ghrreigh mutters. “No obvious patterning on planet, imagine? We having yet big cratering at river mouths and intersections of planet checked? Ortillery strikes? Bad designed fission power systems?” Weapons locker or no weapons locker, she slips a small pistol out of one hip pocket of her coverall, and a roll of delicate cleaning tools out of another, and begins disassembling the former with the latter on the mess table. “Worth our while to burn one of the drones for closer flyby of hard-rad regions, being? Drones easier to buying replacement for than telomeres and gonads.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ghrreigh flubbed a Sensor roll with a 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122091). I'm not sure if you'd like me to roll for ongoing general maintenance, Lizzie? Just let me know.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>08-07-2018, 17:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All except Roland<br><hr><br><strong>"Thank you. I feel like there was a reason for this body but I'm not sure why it was chosen."</strong> Era gave the fanged grin, helping to get the game of simple rules but complex strategy set up for the stones to be placed one by one as they took turns. The AI had been as pleasant as possible during the trip so far, although it was hard to read the emotions of a being who had complete control over facial expressions unless they wished it.<br><br>She did seem to rather enjoy, outside of the engine room at least, sometimes growling and verbally sparing with Greg when they weren't around others to keep the Vargr guessing at her place in the ongoing dominance game of the canine race. She'd back away before anything would get physical, both not wanting to risk her body and being ill suited to any real confrontation, but mostly hoping to at least make the alien feel a little more comfortable with slight challenges when there wasn't anything critical demanding attention. The only snippy nature she had when she was around Ghrreigh doing maintenance was pointed detail side comments about certain things she could see might need to be double checked or using her internal memory banks to recite details in a semi-challenging way when it seemed they might help. She wasn't nearly as skilled as the engineer by a long shot but her databanks had plenty of useful information about the Starfinder she had no problem tossing out, so long as it helped out and ruffled Greg's feathers enough to be a challenge without getting too mentally draining.<br><br>The comm system started to crackle with fragments of transmissions incoming, sporadic and broken but with a steady thrum of an imperial style distress signal coming from the moon and just barely penetrating one of the radiation pockets there. That the signal pierced it was no small miracle considering how much interference there was.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ghrreigh</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll once for ongoing maintenance for being out of port please :-) If you want to have engaged Era in verbal sparing during the month during maintenance she grants a +1 to the roll for being used as an information source.<br></div></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Roland<br><hr><br>Living off of rations had not been the ideal circumstances in the heavily damaged ships boat. Roland had been chancing a rumor about the path of a particular ship when all hell had broken lose. One problem led to another and then a miss-jump, engine failure, and the explosion had left little option other than to abandon his old vessel in the ships boat. The force of the blast had crashed the boat into one of the heavily radiated craters of the moon, half buried into the rock and the engines completely disabled. Fortune at least favored him slightly considering the unusual addition of shielding to the ship's boat, specifically due to how often the other vessel had been used for mining before he'd gotten it prior.<br><br>Fuel supplies were getting distressingly low and all the excess power had been thrust into the jury-rigged signal booster he'd managed to get just to try to find something, anything, that might pick up the beacon. As it was, luck seemed to be paying out again with a ship appearing finally on his ships sensors over the moon he'd found himself on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 06:29:56</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Era<br>Location: On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br>Time (if Needed): Morning<br>Tagging: All except Rolan<br><hr><br><strong>"Hm."</strong> Grendel said, <strong>"maybe one day we will have to take that stylish bod of yours for a test drive, Era." </strong> She wasn't sure if she was trying to unnerve Era to gain psychological advantage in the game or because the possiblity was truly intriguing.&nbsp; Either way, it wasn't helping Grendel's game of Go.&nbsp; Computers had mastered Chess long ago.&nbsp; Go had been considered the last human game for an AI to master and Era was doing just fine.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 14:57:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr>Max mulled over the options for a moment before she replied,<br>"The boat's hull should be fine- we could suit up for double protection but... Maybe using a drone wouldn't be the worst choice in the world-"<br>Cut off by the distress signal, Max looked frustrated and paled a little.<br>"Shitting balls, damnit, doublefuck, bastarding, asshole. Alright come on, lets get some suits on and get going, some luckless fuck just made the decision for us."<br>Max rises from her chair and heads towards the boat, pausing briefly to grab and pull on a vacc suit and hit the intercom.<br>"Doc- we've picked up a distress call from inside those hard rads- be prepared there is a survivor we might be bringing someone back who might be wishing they were dead. We'll take precautions but might catch some fun times ourselves."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 15:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship's Infirmary<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Eli pushed the comm panel,&nbsp; and spoke into it. Sure thing, I'll have the sick bay ready. If you do bring someone aboard, they should be checked out regardless, so if you have a survivor, just bring them directly to the sick bay, and I will make sure that they are medically good. Seems like a fair idea just to be safe anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 09:41:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shipboard, Starfinder Bridge, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br><br>Staticky or not, the distress signal has a cadence to it, something no starfarer ever forgets…or ever wants to hear. <br><br>Ghrreigh stops her muttered musings mid-sentence, her hands bundling the half-disassembled pistol, cleaning tools and all, into a tight wad and velcroing it shut. Not neatness, but you don’t leave random things where they can bounce around a ship during action stations.<br><br>…And as far as any Navy are concerned, there’s only one reasonable response to that signal. Beat to quarters, match vectors, and get the poor puppies out.<br><br>The Vargr darts down the narrow corridor to the rec-deck, rebounding opposite the escape pod hatch in a way that’d make more sense if she were in microgravity…Or expected at any moment to be in microgravity. Either way, it helps Ghrreigh adjust her drive straight towards the Engineering hatch. Before the iris has fully sphinctered open, she’s slapping the tool bundle against one of the velcro pads on the bulkhead, and calling up readings for the ship’s systems onto her visor. While she’s checking those, she wriggles into her vac-armor, pausing only to chin the main channel open. That ‘come on’ could’ve applied to her, but, well, Theo can tell her ‘no’ if he wants to, before she reaches the lock. It's a rescue. UNODIR, she's going where she can make a difference.<br><br>And if Theo has anything less than a firm ‘no,’ well…All respect, but she’s followed Max into the Void’s teeth before, and she'll worry about how the Captain and the Second sort it out later. “Engineering, ready, unmanned, main boards to bridge routing! Engineer seconded to…” she almost says ‘boarding party.’ Old habits die hard. “…Seconded to rescue party.”<br><br>Ghrreigh bolts back the way she came, trying to catch up to Maxx. The Vargr is armored up but leaves her visor open for now, and she’s hauling a bag of tools nearly half her size, not to mention her favorite ‘doorknocker.’<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Maintenance Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ghrreigh rolled an 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123380) on maintenance with Era’s help. The information forum shows that repair checks are at -1, are maintenance checks? I didn’t take into account whether it was easy, routine or difficult, also, so there’s just the 2d6+1. I also didn’t know if there was any particular utility to Ghrreigh having sprung on the deluxe starship engineering tool set from the CSC (p.79), PRIS goggles, big hammer and all. You can call the ball. :)<br><br>First a 7 on sensors and now this. Ghrreigh needs to have her dice checked. &lt;_&lt;</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 16:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Ship's boat<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Greg et al<br><hr>Fortunately Max will have been delayed due to having to start the boat up and generally having less experience with getting into a Vacc suit herself, giving Greg ample time to catch up as she slowly and methodically activated systems, compensating for the lessened dexterity of the suit. She turned to look over her shoulder as Greg clambered aboard and noted both the armour of the suit and the shotgun.<br>"Good thinking- this is a soft suit I've got on so I'll let you grab point just incase and we'll vent out our oxy while we're still aboard the 'finder, sound good?"<br>It was nerve wracking, worse still that she had to stay calm. It was a dangerous flight into a possible trap inside a boat- but you don't ignore a call. Ever. That much was, if anything could be- the universal law all spacefarers shoulder obey. Hitting the coms again to the ship.<br>"Starfinder, this is the boat, Max and Greg are ready for launch, sorry for the lack of warning Cap'n but we've got a distress call in there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 07:23:12</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location: Shipboard, Starfinder Bridge, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br>Station Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Anyone interested<hr><br>Grendel intently listened to the intercoms, ready to help where needed...<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A strange post, I didn't want Grendel to end the Go game prematurely with Era but other things have been happening that are now far more important than a board game.&nbsp; So Grendel is somewhere aboard the ship ready to help out.&nbsp; She will either don a suit and join the boat crew (if there is room) or wait in the ship's bridge.&nbsp; Either approach will work well with her psionics.&nbsp; Let me know (via OOC or IC) what y'all think.</div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 05:51:51</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location: Shipboard, Starfinder Bridge, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br>Station Time: Morning<br>Tagging: Anyone interested<hr><br>If there was going to be injury or even death, Grendel would feel it.&nbsp; But there was also the nagging fact that Grendel was beginning to become fond of the mixed nuts that filled this flying can and not just Eli.&nbsp; Grendel hoped they would be compassionate if her true nature was truly revealed.&nbsp; But 'what to do with a outed psionic' wasn't a question the crew typically asked themselves so there was no answer for Grendel to skim off the top of their thoughts.<br><br>In the end, there was no other decision for her.&nbsp; <strong>"Wait,"</strong> Grendel said over the intercoms, <strong>"I would like to join the boarding party."<br></strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">It is up to the other players, if Grendel is welcome, she will don a suit and join the boarding party.&nbsp; If not, maybe there wasn't enough time for Grendel to suit up and she will help monitor from the bridge using her unique perceptions.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 15:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Ship's boat<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gren and Greg<br><hr>Max would take a moment to consider the request, an extra pair of hands could be useful if there was debris or something, she still wasn't entirely sure what Grendel brought to the table other than being a general oddball- but a pair of hands was a pair of hands,<br>"Get here and be suited by the time the engines are hot!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 18:03:29</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shipboard, Ship's Boat, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Station Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max and everybody<br><hr><br>Ghrreigh runs the last few exchanges back in her head briefly, <em>hadn't the doctor said...?</em> She bares her teeth a moment unhappily, then chins the comm again while she's checking the seals and getting herself and her gear strapped down.<br><br>"Negative on ancillary personnel advising! Doc said three doses got, survivors likely needing." Radiation poisoning is horrible, but there's no point straining their already limited ability to triage. <em>Three doses on this ship and a crew and passenger possible complement of, what, a dozen? Whose blunted fangs did this ship stock?...Worry about it later!</em> "Doc likely assistance needing to prep for ops." Ghrreigh wishes she knew more about the human's skills, but she definitely got along best with the doctor, so far as the Vargr's nose could tell.<br><br>Hatch sealed and locked, Ghrreigh double-checks Max's webbing, then makes sure her heavy toolroll and most especially the bullpupped launcher.<br><br>"Hatch sealed. All secure!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 18:40:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Ship's boat<br><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gren and Greg<br><hr><br>Max would pause for a minute before slapping the intercom back on,<br>"Shit, Greg's right- alright can you help the doc prepare for possible wounded? Praying that we're not going to be among them might be helpful too. Alright venting air, Starfinder-"<br>The hiss of escaping air filled the room before suddenly- only the breathing noise of her own helmet and the noise of the engines through her seat could be heard.<br>"Starfinder - Go for launch"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 05:52:33</strong>
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				<hr>Name:Max<br>Location:Ship's boat<br>Time:Morning<br>Tagging:Max and Greg<hr><br>Grendel was late to the launch but it had been her own damn fault for being so indecisive.&nbsp; And she had to admit, she was probably needed here.&nbsp; <strong>"Affirmative on remaining here.&nbsp; Good luck, guys."</strong>&nbsp; She sent over the comms.&nbsp; <em>I must seem such a fool to the others</em>, Grendel thought.&nbsp; And a telepath could not lie about that to herself, she'd know.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">All good.&nbsp; I kind of like Grendel seeming slightly off to hide her greater secret.&nbsp; &gt;:)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>30-10-2018, 04:42:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> On Ship, Urnian 3232, Foreven Sector<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Time skip forward!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>The week had been a difficult one with some risk to ship and careful painstaking avoidance of the thickest of the radiation fields. The radioactive material could prove valuable at the end of the survey but that was only a small comfort in the back of the mind while extracting what ended up being a trapped fellow by the name of Roland.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>06-11-2018, 05:44:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Longue<br><strong>Time:</strong> Time skipped- Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><br>Max settled into a chair in a white tank top and loose fitting trousers with large cargo-pockets. Boots on her feet as she let out a heavy sigh.<br>"That... Was just about the longest week I think I've ever had. Though I'm guessing our new guest Roland- you've had a longer one?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2018, 17:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Moved Forward<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>The week had started off with a buzz of excitement, that had been confirmed as a good thing after Eli had tested everyone for radiation sickness, and they all passed. He then ensured that their new passenger was in good health before attending to any other duties. Now, it was quiet time, he was sitting in the galley sipping on some coffee while they chatted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzureHue</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 06:13:59</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Roland Brandt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> (Post-Timeskip)-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>Roland had been no trouble for Eli to examine, and indeed made light conversation in the process, glad to be in the company of another ex-military type and to have a reliable physician to determine whether the radiation might've given him some new growths. He'd of course provided his name and any salient medical information, though dogtags would've done for some of it.<br><br>The scruffy former soldier gives a rolling shrug, and a surprisingly friendly smile, contrasting with some impressive scars and the way he stands, which suggests that he might be subject to an inspection by a barracks officer at any moment, as they settle in to recline and speak. "Reckon I might've had a bit of a rough time of it, ma'am, though I wouldn't call it the worst of m'life. Could tell ya some fucki-..." He pauses, attempting to self-censor and only getting it approximately right: "bloody...? Stories, about my days in the ISM. Ground Assault operations gets you in some deep shi-... I mean, isolated places, surrounded by much worse than radiation. I owe you for helpin' me out back there."<br><br>A firm nod to each of the crew present, with an expression that suggests he's keeping track of that debt and means to see it repaid. "Roland Brandt, at your service, former Lance Sergeant, Imperial Star Marines Ground Assault Division. Took up Free Trading after mustering out, had it pretty good 'til I wound up on that fucki-... Charmin'... Rock. Need to get in touch with some folks when possible, let 'em know I'm still kickin'."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-11-2018, 17:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Longue<br><strong>Time:</strong> Time skipped- Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><br>Max had also of course submitted to medical treatments and tests without complaint. Lucky really.<br><br>Max couldn't help but feel a tick of amusement at the corner of her lips at the marine catching his own swearing, though made a point not to laugh aloud. It was a fun foible in a ship where they had found a literal ton of sex toys. <br>"Said longest- not worst, reckon we all have some good stories on that front- still never known the life of a marine so chances are you'd be winning. I like the restraint on the swearing front there- trying to kick old habits huh?"<br>Though at his introduction she would lean forward to offer him a handshake.<br>"Former detective Maxine McKenzie,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 04:21:47</strong>
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				Name: Grendel<br>Location: Inside the Ship<br>Time (if Needed): Moved Forward<br>Tagging: Eli (or anyone if they are really open-minded)<br><br>When Eli was not otherwise occupied, Grendel slipped next to him and slipped off her robe revealing only all girl underneath.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, Doctor, I'm here for a thorough examination."<br></strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A brief post to say I am back.&nbsp; This encounter can be played out but we can just fade to black to not slow down the game as wished.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 16:09:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> A few days ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Eli had finished up his other duties, and had examined everyone else and a clean bill of health had been given. Luckily, no radiation sickness or poisoning for anyone had been found, and everyone checked out in good health, which for him, was a relief. The door to the office opened and Grendel entered, followed by the door sliding shut and locking and then her sultry words and appearance made him smile.<br><br>'By all means, I think a very thorough investigation is in order' he said to her. He motioned for her to hop up on the bed. He began to disrobe. 'I believe some more invasive and complete testing is needed though' he said, leaning in to kiss her rather passionately.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Moved Forward<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>'Don't worry about the language. We're in the middle of nowehere, out in space. You're likely to hear a lot worse, even from me' he said to Roland. 'My full name is Eli Henkow, former member of the Imperial Bureau of Science and a former Physician for several of their military units. It's good to have you aboard.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>22-11-2018, 04:19:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Grendel<br>Location: Inside the Ship<br>Time (if Needed): A few days ago<br>Tagging: Anyone interested.<br><br>Afterwards, Grendel dressed and slipped out of Sick Bay, trying to keep the secret smile off of her face.&nbsp; Once again, Eli proved he <em>did </em>have a surgeon's hands (to start with).&nbsp; She was a little disappointed at having to hold back slightly.&nbsp; Had she gave in to experiencing the full pleasure of the encounter, she might have broadcast the rapture to everyone in this tiny ship.&nbsp; And Grendel didn't want to be responsible for a crash...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">This encounter, Eli and Grendel are fading to black at my request.&nbsp; I want to see if a detailed romantic encounter between a few characters helps the game as a whole.&nbsp; If it does, well, maybe there will be some prodigious purple prose next time.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AzureHue</strong> on <strong>24-11-2018, 06:08:56</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name:</strong> Roland Brandt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> (Post-Timeskip)-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><hr><br>The handshake is accepted firmly, his hand rough from work and training, grip measured and respectful. and he clears his throat on the matter of his habit of swearing like... Well, a Marine. He decides to tackle the matter of his misstatement regarding time and difficulty first. "Longest, yeah, might've been. Got some godda- pretty stiff competition there, too. Not much more boring than dropping into battle only to wind up punching through the planet's crust an' having to wait for rescue or capture. Wouldn't think you could get lonely for a trench fight, but there it is."<br><br>He offers a handshake to Eli as well, now the medical business is over and there's nothing pressing to delay it. <br>"Honored to be aboard, Miss McKenzie, and dam- right pleased to have a competent sawbones on hand, Doctor Henkow. The swearin' thing's more of an attempt to be more respectable as a businessman than anythin'. If I don't stow that shi- mind my tongue in casual conversation, it's a lot harder to do it when barterin' with a client or station traffic controller who tests yer patience... And in my experience that's most of 'em."<br><br>"Like I say, you didn't have to stop to pick me up, and I'm in yer debt. Until we part ways, consider me at the service of the crew. Basic mechanical knowledge, enough medical trainin' to assist in triage, piloting, you name it. I can handle myself in a fight just fine, too, an' you've fucki-... damn we-... *absolutely* earned a fighting man by savin' his hide, you ask me, though with any luck that favor won't get called in."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Haven't got a character image yet, but... Think a young Cid Highwind in space with this guy and you're pretty much there. Also just realized spoken dialogue should be green. Oops. -.-</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>29-11-2018, 03:15:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Longue<br><strong>Time:</strong> Time skipped- Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><br>Max will recline having shaken his hand and offer a wince at the story told.<br>"Alright- I'll give you it- that sounds rough. Not exactly blessed with good luck are you?"<br>She would listen to the rest of his introduction and nodded.<br>"I can appreciate the gratitude, truth be told it can cut a little bit of both ways since you lead us to a little bit of a payday there- even if we give you a nice share of it by way of thanks- reckon we can make it back by installing a swear jar!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2018, 18:54:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Ship<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Moved Forward<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>'I guess we should discuss what's next, and if you don't have anything going on, perhaps you would like to sign on as part of the crew. I'm not sure we have a clear cut manifesto of what we're doing, but there's likely to be some excitement along the way, and some pretty sedate moments as well. I think we've used our excitement quota for the week at this point' he said.
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