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Post by Archangel » Sun May 07, 2006 11:58 pm

Cale successfully maintained his frown until he was left alone in the engine room, then it broke into a thin smile. He shook his head and snorted a quick laugh at the exchange between himself and the Kiffar gunner; some part of him had naturally assumed everyone aboard were a mercenary of some type. He expected someone in Aiden's position couldn't trust anyone else - and what a person to trust, it seemed.

Cale could hardly speak for every mercenary out there - in fact, experience had taught him that he was an exception, not the rule - but he was always loyal to his first buyer, and then to his second. When he completed the job for the first, he would do the job for the second, and so on - if they conflicted, then the first buyer came first, regardless of the price. First come first served, and if they came at the same time, the highest bidder won. Too often, he felt, mercenaries went the other way around.

He made his way out of the engine room and toward the crew section; he had yet to choose a room, but it hardly mattered to him. He intended to spend either all his time or no time at all there, and in either case, it would become home through time, not through location. He picked the one on the end, furthest from the bridge and closest to the lounge and observatory sections of the ship. He could not help but notice that this felt far more like a luxury cruise than a battle freighter - but then, perhaps Aiden was richer and less militarily inclined than his garments and secrecy seemed to indicate.

* * * * *

The hours passed quickly. When Cale was not sleeping, he was skimming through his datapad; it held various tidbits of information from his past, and he used it to remind himself of things he had done, things he deserved, and things he felt were completely unwarranted assaults on his happiness. Reading the datapad made him angry, which was why he only did it at night; there was no sense in being angry at crewmates or at enemies when they had done nothing to merit it. But that anger, that rage only present in the hours of the standard morning, resolved itself into strength and power as the following day struck at his valiant struggle for survival in a dismal Galaxy.

He was settling back to sleep after skimming through one particularly painful part of his past when he heard voices coming from nearby. He slid his room door open slowly and silently as he could, then made his way toward the voices. After a few moments, he could make them out as Sradac - the spacetrooper - and DeVries. He listened for a few moments, then made his way, as silently as ever, back to his room. It was not his place to listen to others' conversations, and certainly not his place to intrude - but it gave him another little insight into the life and times of Caitlyn DeVries. Perhaps she was not the frigid Navy woman she made herself out to be.

His room was nice and cozy after treading the corridors barefoot; he settled into the bunk again, listening intently as Sradac returned, his step distinctly more militaristic than the lighter DeVries'. He went in one chamber - Cale did not know whose, though he presumed it was his own - but then came back out and went into another. Cale surmised that DeVries had fallen asleep, or for some other reason, Sradac had carried the woman to her quarters, then returned to his own. He passed it off and filed it away in a dark corner of his memory; such knowledge would only become vitally necessary if he found himself fighting against the two other ex-Imperials.

He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Post by Coal » Tue May 09, 2006 2:46 pm

“Corellia,” Terfas said, nodding thoughtfully. “Nice place. Couple good bars and casinos, if I remember.” He nodded again, turning back to look at his console.

Need to know from your employer, he thought, considering Aiden’s words. He could tell there was more to be said, and that he wasn’t going to find out what right now, so he decided not to try. Later, maybe.

“Alright, then,” he continued after a moment. “In that case, I’ll log our flight plan with port control. But,” he leaned forward to look out the viewport and the crowded airspace above the docking bay, “We probably won’t get a departure slot till morning.” He turned back around and slapped his hands on his legs. “So for now, get your butt out of the way.” At Aiden’s surprised look, he pointed under the console he sat at. “I wanna poke around in there. So get,” he stood, making shooing motions at the captain. “Go harass the rest of the crew, I got work to do.”

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Terfas spent the rest of the night on the bridge, leaving for only an hour and a half for a snack, fresher stop, and a ‘cat nap’. By the time DeVries showed up, he and Xto had run through the navigational systems, rebuilt three control runs that were faulty, forcefully convinced the navacomputer that Hoth wasn’t Mustafar, and managed to burn himself on exposed wires and relays six different times.

And then came Ms. Happy Face. If the exec had given a heartfelt ‘good morning’, he might have let her off the hook. But, as it was...

“Goooood morning, sunshine!” he said, loudly, turning his seat around to face the woman, beaming with a smiling face as big as a Death Star. “And how was your night? Comfy sleep, nice and cozy? Had your blanky and teddy with ya?”

He kept the smile on his face, totally sincere from all indications, as he turned back around, noting the way the woman stiffened at his comments, then dropped it as his seat back blocked DeVries’s view. Terfas had decided long ago never to ignore or back down from someone that felt like being a pain in the aft panels.

“Coronet,” he answered her before she could respond. “Coronet City, Corillia. Aiden said he’d meet a contact there with further destinations.” He turned to the side, just enough to see the woman out of the corner of his eye. “Apparently he has his own employer to listen to.” Not that I really believe that, he said to himself.

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Post by Pryde » Tue May 09, 2006 11:03 pm

Caitlyn's back stiffened and she gritted her teeth as she listened to the Farghul patronize her. She had half a mind to tell him off, but Terfas never gave her the chance.

“Coronet City, Corellia. Aiden said he’d meet a contact there with further destinations," Terfas said just before Caitlyn could begin her tirade, “Apparently he has his own employer to listen to.”

"Nothing unusual about that," she lied, putting the matter of setting him straight aside for the moment, "His employer hires him to do a job and he hires us to help him do it. In exchange we get a cut in whatever his employer is paying him."

At first glance it seemed like common sense, of course, but Caitlyn had known from the moment she first saw him that there was more to Aiden than he was pretending to be. As much as she tried to ignore her feelings the simple truth was that old habits died hard. She might try to hide or even run away from what she is, but the fact of the matter was that in the end her past would catch up with her. After all, how could she possibly run from herself?

"Anything to report on the status of the ship," she asked, changing the subject, "Considering the amount of time you spent in here yesterday I assume you must have done something constructive."
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Post by RileyKenobi » Thu May 11, 2006 4:37 pm

Marley stretched, yawning wide and long. She rubbed her eyes and stumbled sleepily into the fresher, allowing a blast of hot water to fully awaken her. She cleaned her skin and hair thoroughly, reveling in the hot water and steam. Job-hopping left one with a longing for a proper home, at times, and this most definitely included the commonplace accomodations that most planet-dwellers took for granted. Even on a ship, Marley welcomed soap, hot water, and towels.

The Kiffar buckled her belt securely and pulled the t-shirt over her head, donning her vest again and tucking her datapad into one of her numerous pockets. She stopped by the break room for a small bite of rather mediocre breakfast before heading to the bridge, where the sound of voices alerted her to a few more of her crewmates. To her displeasure, she found one of the conversing crewmembers to be DeVries, who appeared stiff and starchy, as usual. A smirk flashed across Marley's lips; she'd known this Imperial for a day, and already her mannerisms were so blatant they'd become routine in the Kiffar's mind. Rather depressing, that, she thought, her eyebrows flitting up momentarily. She caught the last of what DeVrie was saying.

"...of time you spent in here yesterday I assume you must have done something constructive."

The comment was snippy and unecessary, which was to be expected. Marley folded her arms and set herself away from DeVries, with a few paces between her and the Farghul at the console.

"In case you were interested, I didn't have any problems in the engine room, and everything looks tip top to me, considering. Would you mind if I took a look around the turrets and such, get acquainted?" she asked, making eye contact with the Imperial pointedly, waiting for her reply.
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Post by Archangel » Thu May 11, 2006 7:48 pm

Cale woke drowsily the next morning; by the sounds of things, everyone else was up and moving - or at least, most people were. Certainly that drunk - Max - was still sleeping. Cale pulled on his boots and placed his slugthrower and blaster in their respective holsters; the rest of him was dressed as it always was, asleep or awake. He had found, through harsh experience, that changing clothes often left one bare and unprepared for too long a period of time - especially if one wore far less for a sleep cycle.

He strolled nonchalantly around the ship, grabbing a bite of some dreadful substance - it might have been bread a few years earlier - in the break room. His next stop was the loung; he made full of its facilities, making its name far more apt as he lay down on a couch, his feet and head resting on opposite armrests. Considering their spatial position, it was extremely unlikely he would be needed until they got wherever they were going - and not knowing that destination bothered him no more than working for someone who seemed more inclined to hide than fight.

Still, Cale pondered, perhaps it was better to hide rather than fight - in some cases, anyway. There was a point, naturally, when hiding no longer did any good, and it was fight or die. That was something he hated about old clichés - it's not fight or flight, because if you run for it, "you'll just die tired," as some bounty hunters tended to say. Might as well put up a decent fight, make at least a dent in the enemy before going down - if you run until you're cornered, you're more likely to collapse at the beginning of the fight instead of the end.

Then again, this trip was not exactly running, either. They seemed more on the trail of something else, something quite elusive. Cale shrugged it off and closed his eyes. He made sure not to fall asleep, but he might as well relax until he was needed - you never knew when you would have to be up for the next fifty standard hours, so the goal was to have as much rest under your belt as possible.

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Post by Pryde » Thu May 11, 2006 10:38 pm

Caitlyn couldn't see the expression on Terfas' face since he had the back of the chair towards her, but she could feel his contempt for her. That didn't matter to her much, though, as long as her crew continued to hate her she'd never have to worry about losing one of them. Derak, on the other hand, was another matter entirely, his loyalty to her and constant presence complicated things. She knew at one time he had feelings for her, but she could never allow herself to admit she cared for him as well. After all, it was her companionship with Daniel and his eventual betrayal that caused her to lose control. If she were to lose Derak--well, that's something she didn't want to think about.

To be fair, though, even if she is a bit tough on the others, she didn't want to see anything happen to them either. During her years of service to the Empire she has seen her fair share of death and destruction, and certainly she has even participated in her fair share of killing as well. But with each death she lost a friend, and with each kill she lost a piece of herself. Ultimately it became an endless cycle of pain and suffering, she joined the service to avenge her parents and in return she nearly lost her soul.

Terfas opened his mouth to deliver another witty retort, but before he could respond Marley's sudden appearance interrupted him. ""In case you were interested, I didn't have any problems in the engine room, and everything looks tip top to me, considering. Would you mind if I took a look around the turrets and such, get acquainted," she asked, eyeing her directly while waiting for a response.

"That's a brilliant idea," Caitlyn replied, almost sarcastically, "and if you run into Cale, Derak and Max have them meet me in my quarters. I may have some work for them."

She turned to leave then, but just before she stepped through the hatch she stopped suddenly and turned back to face the Farghul. "Terfas, I expect a full report on the status of this ship on my desk by mid-afternoon," she told him, "and do be a dear and be sure to dot your 'i's and cross your 't's, I'd hate for any details to be left out."

Then she turned to face Marley. "I expect you'll have a report for me as well," she told her, "Written is prefered, if you don't mind."

Then she turned and left before either of them could say anything in return. As she headed towards her quarters she made a mental note to talk to Aiden about acquiring some sort of fighter for Max. She didn't think highly of the man's capability considering his state of being when they first met, but even a hardcore officer like her had to admit that looks could be deceiving. Either way the added defense of a fighter would be very beneficial for their small little freighter. But first a few modifications would have to be made to the ship. Such as converting one of the cargo bays into a makeshift hangar for their fighter. That, of course, would be the responsibility of Derak, Cale and Max...
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Post by VagueDurin » Fri May 12, 2006 10:57 am

ooc: sorry for the delay on the post, and the confusion with the time and location of everyone... we're just going to take a few small liberties and assume that Aiden got Marley's report about the engine room and such and he passed it on that she would need to take it to devries in the morning...

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Aiden awoke the next morning, groaning as he rolled out of bed and stretched before pulling on a black longsleeve shirt. He didn't waste any time, knowing that these hardcore military types were probably up way before him, and that the mercenaries probably never slept to begin with, he headed out of his quarters and towards the main body of the ship... He smiled sligthly as he saw Caitlyn heading towards him.

"Whats the good word, Ma'am?" he asked as he leaned up against the bulkhead of the corridor.
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Post by Pryde » Fri May 12, 2006 9:18 pm

"I suppose the good word is that we're still flying," Caitlyn replied, stopping long enough to talk with Aiden. "I hope your crew isn't afraid of getting their hands dirty," she continued and Aiden couldn't help but notice that she insisted on refering to them as his crew even though they were both in charge, "though the ship may be in fairly decent condition it's lacking certain facilities we'll need."

Aiden cocked an eyebrow at her and asked, "Such as?"

"Well, a proper briefing room for starters," DeVries replied, "And a hangar facility for our fighter."

Aiden seemed about to say something, but Caitlyn held up a hand to forestall him. "I know," she said, "I know we don't have a fighter, but it wouldn't hurt to acquire one. And the hull of the ship could use some special attention as well. Just because we are a mercenary crew doesn't mean we have to look like one."
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Post by VagueDurin » Fri May 12, 2006 9:55 pm

Aiden nodded along as she spoke. It made sense... At least the hangar, the fighter, the hull... It must have been her background that yearned for a proper breifing room... Aiden would be just as comfortable conducting such breifins in the spacious lounge... but that was him... He shrugged a bit mentally, then glanced up and down the corridor slightly. "Sounds good to me. "I'm available for any slack that needs to be caught up. I know my way around a wrench enough to not break anything worse than it is already, and i'm not afraid to get dirty." he finished, crossing his arms slowly. "Suppose we'll need a list of supplies and anything else we'll need to procure while on Corellia... but we should have plenty of time to work that up as well." he paused once more, and could tell she was getting impatient. "Aye, looks like you've got stuff to get to, so i'll leave you to it, and head up to the bridge."

Bidding her farewell, he made his way to the bridge unhindered. He found a few crew members up on the bridge and smirked at their expressions. "Why do y'all look like you just had your souls sucked away?" he asked with a light chuckle.
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Post by Pryde » Fri May 12, 2006 10:46 pm

Caitlyn nodded in response and Aiden, having somehow sensed her eagerness to get to work, promptly disengaged himself from their conversation and headed towards the bridge. She meant to ask him about the funds they'll need to purchase these supplies they're planning to pick up on Corellia, but she figured she'd get another chance to talk to him about it later. It wasn't like he was going to get very far.

As she entered her quarters she made a mental note to ask both Cale and Derak to make a list of things they'll need to better perform their respective duties. From the TO&E provided by Aiden she knew they were coming up short on weapons and combat armor for their two combat specialists. The others, of course, had other needs as well, and she would make a list herself. Though, Caitlyn's list would mostly pertain to trivial items such as food, water, hardware and equipment meant for repairing not only the ship but anything else they might carry as well, and other necessities the crew would need, particularly for their personal hygiene.

As she ran the numbers in her head the totals just kept on climbing. Maybe I'm asking for too much, she thought to herself, I should try cutting down the list to just the basic essentials. As she sat herself down in her chair her body immediately froze when her hand fell on something that startled her. She felt the cool metal surface of the item an instantly knew what it was. With a surprised yelp she quickly grabbed the object and shoved into into her desk drawer, her hands and body visibly shaken from the ordeal.

How did that... Who? Why... Her mind couldn't seem to focus, she had no idea what had just happened. Was someone in her room last night? Or was it her? Did she somehow pick it up while she was asleep? Her heart pounding she tried desperately to gain control of her nerves, but when she heard a light rap on the door she nearly jumped out of her skin. With a startled cry she leapt backwards, carrying herself and the chair to the floor as the door to her quarters slid open...
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Post by Balsa » Sat May 13, 2006 8:29 pm

Derak awoke, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had slept relatively well given what happened last night, though he knew that that was due to the knack he had to fall asleep under almost any circumstance. He pulled himself off the mattress and made his way to the sink, and splashed water over his face, washing away the last tendrils of sleep.

Sradac sighed as he stretched, beginning his morning routine of calesthenics. As he worked through the simple exercises, his mind went over what had happened the night before. That was the first time that she had really confided anything regarding her past in him. All the other times he had confronted her, she had turned him away, and he had given up. He didn't know why he had continued to push the issue last night, but he had, and had finally learned something: Daniel had been at the heart of it all. But, he also felt that there was more to what she had said.

Derak finished up his exercises and stepped into the fresher, the water rinsing away the sweat and his tiredness. He used the few minutes to gather his thoughts, to plan his day. He still had to review the interior of the ship and complete contingency plans. He also mentally jotted a note to follow up with Caitlyn regarding the night before. He felt he had made some headway by getting her to admit that something was wrong, so Derak didn't want to lose that advantage.

The stormtrooper finished his shower and pulled on a fresh jumpsuit before venturing out to grab a bite of food. He didn't want to confront Caitlyn just yet, so, with a nutrition bar in hand, he decided to venture the corridors and scout out various vantage points.
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Post by Coal » Wed May 17, 2006 6:43 pm

OOC: Pardon my delays. I just keep getting distracted.

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“Ya know,” Terfas said, pointing at the closed lift hatch doors, “She ain’t that bad.” When he looked up at Marley, he saw her raised eyebrow and smiled. “Just like every other Imperial officer I’ve dealt with,” he explained. “Just I’m not behind any targeting sensors, shields, armor, cannons, missiles...” his voice trailed off, hand waving absently in the air, then snapped his fingers. “Turrets!” he exclaimed, changing subjects like an auto-taxi changed lanes. “Before I forget,” he said, turning to a side console and picking a datachip from the pile atop it and tossing it to the Kiffar.. “That has a few programs for targeting computers, help ‘em defeat EW systems.”

He reached out to pat Xto’s dome.

“X’s personal creations from a very long service life in fighters. Plugging them in the turrets should help a little in a fight. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, standing and stretching in a way eerily similar to a house cat, “I have a report to make to the exec.”

He turned to the astromech and pointed down at him. “X, file, to the exec’s personal computer, the following report.” He took a deep breath, then nodded. “Ship functions, high flight probability, signed, Terfas Caldo. And make sure to cross the i’s and dot the t’s.”

Terfas looked back at Marley, grinning, and winked at her, then headed for the lift, but paused when Aiden came through them.

“Oh, nothing like that, boss,” he answered, waving a hand dismissively. “But, a bit of advise from someone that’s been in command before?” He made every effort not to sound like he was critiquing the captain, and waited till Aiden nodded for him to go on. “Talk to DeVries. I wouldn’t see so much of a problem with her as an exec if she just said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ more often. I know some of us are ex-military,” he went on, putting a hand to his chest. “But, I for sure, and the others I’m betting, got out to get away from hard ass officers. And she has, so far, looked to me like just that.”

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Post by Archangel » Wed May 17, 2006 8:02 pm

[OoC: I can't believe you people are making me go to DeVries...]

Cale stretched and stood from his rest; maybe the "executive officer" had some decent work for him to do by now. He made his way to her quarters and rapped lightly on the door; normally, he would have spent as much of his time as possible avoiding her to get out of whatever work she had for him, but he had decided - during his rest, no less - that it might be best to make a good impression on the Imperial Navy woman by actually stepping up to the task of a little dirty work.

At the time, he had not known quite how dirty. DeVries let him enter, and he snapped to attention, a salute already in place. Oh, how the old ways came back, he thought annoyedly.

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Post by Pryde » Wed May 17, 2006 10:41 pm

"Cale," Caitlyn said after getting to her feet, her voice sounding a bit surprised. If the man had noticed the overturned chair he gave no indication of it, instead he snapped off a crisp salute. DeVries smirked at him slightly but refrained from snapping off a salute of her own. As much as she appreciated the gesture being ex-military she was hardly deserving of it. She may be his superior officer, but they were both civillians.

"I was expecting to see Max and Derak with you," she continued, putting a stern look back on her face as she moved over to pick up the fallen chair. "I suppose it doesn't matter, though."

Setting herself down in the chair once more she quickly smoothed out her shirt before glancing back up at Cale. "Anyway, I have work for the three of you, and you'll likely require the entire trip to Corellia to accomplish it."

With one hand she reached over to her computer and punched in a few commands. A data card ejected from the machine which she picked up and tossed to Cale. The card itself contained plans for converting the aft cargo bay into a fighter hangar.

"I expect you to keep me updated regularly on the status of the project," she told him, "and do try to hurry. I don't plan on leaving Corellia without a fighter."
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Post by Archangel » Thu May 18, 2006 4:38 am

Not quite sure what to do with his saluting arm, Cale just left it there until the data card was tossed at him. He caught the card deftly and vainly tried to refrain from frowning at the object. It seemed like it might have been simpler to simply tell him what to do, but the mention of the word "project" implied it was of some extravagance. At least he managed to keep a raised eyebrow from his face; he nodded curtly and replied, "I'll... get right on it."

He turned his back and strode from the room; perhaps Derak would be willing to assist him in whatever this was - and, if he was lucky, Derak would have a datapad for his new orders. There was no telling where Max was at that particular moment, and Cale was not keen to seek him out.

Cale caught up to the Spacetrooper in one of the corridors and slowed his pace to match; he held out the datacard, not toward the other, just into the air where it could be seen. "Our new orders," he said plainly, "which I haven't seen. A 'project' of some importance, presumably related to a snubfighter."

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Post by RileyKenobi » Thu May 18, 2006 6:06 pm

Marley caught the chip between two fingers and eyed it for a moment before listening to the rest of Terfas's sentence. Upon Aiden's entrance and comment, Terfas smiled and winked at her, which she took as a good sign for the beginning of this odd voyage.

On his way out Terfas suggested that Aiden talk to DeVries about her mannerisms, and Marley nodded in agreement. That woman was intolerable. Tucking the chip in her pocket, Marley pulled up a schematic of the ship and took note of the turret locations throughout the ship. She picked one closest to her quarters and set off through the corridors, doing her best to try and avoid another run-in with DeVries as she did. Finally reaching the turret, she slid down the ladder and sat down promptly in the chair, running her hands over the controls and familiarizing herself with the menegerie of buttons and switches surrounding the viewfinder and panels. She smiled. Not bad for the craft. It'd do the job, most definitely.
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Post by Balsa » Sun May 21, 2006 6:17 pm

(OOC: Let's pretend Derak had carried a noteputer with him? :P And sorry for GMing your char, Arch. If it's a problem, feel free to delete my post as appropriate. :P)

"Project related to a snubfighter?" Derak reached out for the datacard but Cale brought it out of his reach. "You want to let me see that? I've got a noteputer to read it with," the spacetrooper said as he pulled the computer from a pocket. Cale, after a brief pause, handed the datacard to Derak, who promptly punched it into the computer. "Hmm... It's something about modifying the hanger to hold a fighter." He looked up at the scout trooper and shrugged. "Eh, I've had some experience with modding bays, but I can't say I'm an expert. How about you? Know anything about this sort of thing?"
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Post by Archangel » Mon May 22, 2006 3:18 am

"What," Cale replied, "modifying a starship in any capacity? Hells, no, I'm a scout. Marley's the mechanic. She ought to be doing this." Still, he decided, Marley was probably busy elsewhere - as if DeVries would let anyone onboard the vessel get off without having some sort of duty to perform.

Hells, how he hated jumping through hoops.

The mercenary shrugged. "Even so, we probably ought to get started; it shouldn't be too hard to just follow those plans, right? It ought to be straightforward enough, even for a grunt like me," he said noncommittally.

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Post by Archangel » Wed May 31, 2006 6:20 am

Progress on the cargo bay modifications was slow, and that was being generous. Max still had not shown up since his drunken stupor the previous day, and Cale supposed he was still sleeping off the hangover. One big reason that Cale never drank alcohol before a mission. At the moment, Cale was working on installing the atmosphere containment field generator; he was lucky there had already been one in the cargo bay, presumably as part of a shipment that was never delivered. Otherwise, it would have taken a long, long time to put one together from scratch - especially considering he had absolutely no clue how to construct such a thing.

His interaction with Derak was minimal; they worked on separate parts of the would-be hangar and only met when they needed to look over the details of the modification plans - which was rarely. Each man was typically capable of remembering his duties, even if they were a bit outside his field. Cale connected the last of the cables to the containment field generator at the base of the bay wall - the one which was hardened against the space on its opposite side. Removing it would require a dry dock, most likely - unless they did it the ugly, quick way, and that could leave an entire chunk of the hull stupidly unprotected in the case of an attack.

He sat back and sighed, rubbing a few beads of sweat from his forehead; the environmental systems for that section of the ship maintained a low temperature for the sake of the cargo - or whatever cargo was once contained therein - but the strenuous and motive work of moving the generator itself and connecting all the appropriate power cables generated enough excess body heat to spawn some sweat. He glanced at Derak, working diligently on his own duties, and resisted the urge to spit. The complete devotion that the other trooper showed toward DeVries was somehow repulsive.

Cale stretched with a grunt and moved on to another task. There was plenty more to do before this place was ready to hold a starfighter or three.

[OoC: This was really just for the sake of posting. Somebody needs to do something.]

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Post by RileyKenobi » Wed May 31, 2006 3:49 pm

OOC: For the sake of moving things on, Marley knows the comm codes. Lala. *kick kick*

IC: Marley scanned the ceiling for the comm button, and with a deft flick, activated the single comm system with DeVrie's comm code. In the last ten minutes she had dictated a curt "report" into the ship's data log about the engine and overall mechanical state of the ship, as DeVrie had requested. As she finished punching in the last few numbers of the frequency, Marley's finger hovered above EXECUTE. Her mouth twisted a little as she thought for a moment. Confrontation was unavoidable.

So let's get it over with, she thought with a smile.

She tapped EXECUTE. "DeVrie?"

The reply came back, short and almost a little surprised. "Who is this, and what?"

"Come now, I'm the only other woman on this ship. I'm in the starboard turret pod and I was wondering if it wasn't too much trouble for you to, ah, meander your way over here to pick up that report you requested, ma'am?" she added the last word with a twitch of an eyebrow, wondering whether she would receive a swift reprimand or (heaven forbid) actual cooperation.
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Post by Pryde » Fri Jun 02, 2006 12:06 am

For a moment there was silence on the comm, then, to Marley's surprise, DeVries finally responded. "I'll be right there," she said simply, pushing away from her desk and leaving her quarters. Of course, Caitlyn would have preferred it if Marley had dropped off the report to her, but she had been meaning to inspect the turret bays herself and this gave her an oppurtunity to at least see one of them.

Once she arrived Marley was tucked inside the turret control chair looking very comfortable in her surroundings. DeVries was curt in greeting her, but the edge in her voice with which she typically spoke was softened somewhat. "Show me what you've got," she said upon entering the turret bay, "but please go over it quickly, I'm rather busy right now."
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Post by RileyKenobi » Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:36 pm

Marley pulled up a schematic on the medium-sized screen position slightly above her head and to her right. She pointed and enlarged images as she spoke.

"Looking over the mechanics of this thing, it's a pretty simple layout. The matinence panel and the gauges are all up to date and the drives have been cleaned recently. Whoever had this ship last took good care of it. The power core's slightly dated but for this model and size of a craft, it functions just fine," she explained, letting the pictures flash before DeVrie in 5 second intervals.

"And what about the turrets? You seem to have made yourself at home," said DeVrie, glancing about the bay.

Marley smiled lopsidedly. "I'm quite at home. The most these need are a good cleaning and re-oiling of gears and just general use. I don't think these controls have been keyed up in at least 2 years. The mechanisms are probably gunked up but otherwise, she's good."
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Post by Pryde » Mon Jun 05, 2006 12:23 pm

DeVries thought about that for a moment. In here she was out of her league, she only had a basic understanding of ship operations, but when it came to mechanics she tended to depend on other's for their expertise. Marley may have sounded like she knew what she was talking about, but in all honesty could Caitlyn really trust her judgement?

"And your assessment of the rest of the ship as well?" She asked the other woman. Caitlyn may have only known her for a day, and she may have her doubts about her, but right now she was the only mechanic available. Only time will tell if her skills are as good as her mouth.
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Post by RileyKenobi » Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:09 pm

"To put it simply?"

DeVrie's eyebrows twitched at this.

Marley shrugged. "She's a pretty good craft. No hunk of junk, no tip-top of the line model either. As long as we're not planning on a huge amount of lightspeed and cross-galaxy travel, she'll hold up fine. Matinence will be minimal but I'll check weekly just to make sure," she said matter-of-factly. "Any other questions?"

Marley's fingers twitched slightly and the gunner realized she hadn't brought her pack of cigs with her to the turret. She cursed inwardly and drummed her fingers in lieu of twirling a cig as she waited for DeVrie to reply.
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Post by Pryde » Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:54 am

Caitlyn watched her for a moment as she drummed her fingers against the arm of the chair. Not planning on a huge amount of lightspeed travel? She asked herself quietly, somehow I think that's exactly what we're planning on.

"That will be all for now," she said finally, "Keep me posted should anything unexpected occur."

Turning away from the gunner she eased herself out of the turret pod and climbed up the ladder. A small space like that was really only meant for one person, so she was glad to finally be some place with a bit more room. Glancing at her chronometer she couldn't help but be surprised by the time. She briefly toyed with the idea of heading back to her quarters, but ended up wandering aimlessly around the ship's corridors instead.
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