Futuristic The Explorer's Privateering Regime: IC

[The Mechanist]

The endless black void that we call the universe, so empty and yet so full of life at the same time. We are but specks of dust upon specks of dust and yet we make up so much.....its as beautiful as it is scary. Aboard a space station within a system is a group of travelers and adventurers, all lining up and signing up for the Explorers Privateering Regime, a company started but the intergalactic republic to send freelancers to scout out planets both safe and dangerous in exchange for pay. What do these freelancers do? Why they determine the habitability of these planets, see if they are good enough to colonize or just leave alone.

Aboard that station one man by the name Valen Corevious sits and waits, watching others as they walk around, shop, talk, and more importantly sign those forms. Captain Corevious is on the station today in search of a crew, watching closely and "eyeballing" those who walk by to see if they deem fit enough to join his crew on the IEV Red Moon, his large frigate that was given to him by the EPR after his field promotion to captain.

Sighing he sits and waits, already seeing a promising group to join him on his adventures, travels and of course fortune finding, both him and his first mate Ami Llya'na the Quarian.

Mentions Noble Scion
Futuristic - The Explorer's Privateering Regime: Character Sheets
Futuristic - The Explorer's Privateering Regime: OOC

 

[The Mechanist]

Valen sighed as he shifted positions, his gaze constantly switching back and forth as more and more recruits signed up at the registration kiosks. Many promising freelancers trying to make their fortunes in the EPR, or the Explorers Privateering Regime, or are just trying to find job security because you sign up and are assigned you're pretty much set as long as the captain is a good one, and Valen, is a damn good captain.
Without looking at her Valen spoke, "Ami, see any promising recruits? I've seen a few that seem promising, and I also got a message from some techpriests about someone they want in my ranks? Normally I would've said no but this guy they're sending us seems very qualified, great field mechanic and engineer as well as technologically literate? Count him among the ranks, but see anyone here to add as well? I see some of the conscripts over there...." he said pointing to the convicts who are willing to serve out their sentence. By Intergalactic law all EPR Captains are required to have at least one conscript aboard their vessels to give them a chance since no one wanted them at first. As Valen looked he could see a few that he thinks would serve the red moon well. Another sigh escaped him as he sat waiting, taking mental notes of those he would interview or talk to for recruitment on his vessel.

Noble Scion First mate
Birdsie techpriest reccomendation
Fable conscript

 

[Noble Scion]

Ami Llya'na

Spoiler: Appearance

"Tech.. Priest? Your decision, captain, if you could bare to listen to the droning of whatever religion it is they hold." The first-mate sighed, unsure of what to make of the term. She had heard rumours of such a 'cult', but never bothered to look into the matter.

"'Promising' May not be the correct word by my standards.. But I've seen a few that might be beneficial to have in our frigate. There's a couple that are merely capable with a gun.. But that alone could be useful. An interesting one that seems to have the ability to turn into smoke.. That's about it from those that are trying to join externally. Aside from them, the EPR are contributing some members to join us on our expedition that seem to be somewhat competent, with a variety of skills to offer us, and some.. Quirks we'll just have to deal with." The Quarian listed off with the ease of a trained speaker to her superior, not even bothering to consider them as anything other than a resource in this expedition that she was now the first-mate of. "Hopefully they'll be of use to us." The famed Ami Llya'na muttered to herself as she continued on her duty of sifting through the seemingly endless pile of paper before her.

"Are you sure we should be taking convicts, Captain Valen? It seems like a risk that is more than likely to lead to a negative impact on our expedition than a positive one, but then again, the more people we have the more manpower we have." She asked, choosing to voice her logical concerns for some level of reassurance that at least she had suggested not taking them for fear of something bad happening down the line. If this decision ended up being a poor one, the blame wasn't going to fall to her and ruin her perfect record. "Completely your decision, of course." she chimed in before he could respond, before returning to fiddling with the papers as her gleaming pink visor turned back down to the pages upon pages of applicants to join this trip of theirs.

She'd certainly expected more, but of course, her standards were always going to be too high for any normal beings.
The Mechanist Birdsie Fable Sir Fungus Archie The Dark Wizard The_Omega_Effect​

 

[Birdsie]

(AN: Sorry if this is a bit too long. I'll try to keep 'em way shorter as we go on. I was just using the fact that this was my first post to get some extra writing in. If you don't feel like reading all of it, just skip to below the divider (*). Everything below it is relevant.)

Mind Impulse Unit, Mk. XII, Mars-Pattern Software
v12.1 revision 4126
Copyright 9503 Sol, Cult Mechanicus. All Rights Reserved.​

Checking processing nodes: All OK
Checking core OS integrity: OK
Checking core system status...

Failsafe Power System: Online​

Mass Buffer: OK ​

Potential Well: All OK (985 kWh stored)​

Anti-Malware: OK​

Main Reactors: All OK​

Starting Remaining Reactors: All OK
Core systems initialized. Maximum sustained output: [10 kWh]
Activating start protocol. Control transferred to AI subsystem.
Loading core modules...

Core Reasoning Engine --------------> OK​

Automatic Response Subsystem -------> OK​

Scan Reader Subsystem --------------> OK​

Associative Memory Subsystem -------> OK​

Database Retrieval Subsystem -------> OK​

Multiphase Planning Networks -------> OK​

Pattern Recognition Networks -------> OK​

Adaptive Learning Module -----------> OK​

Social Interaction Module ----------> OK​

Hormonal Control Subsystem ---------> OK​

Cybernetics & Bionics Subsystem ----> OK​

Loading secondary modules... DONE (all OK)
Activating consciousness...

Four-Two-Three-Four-Two (42342) [Fixer]

The techpriest's unmoving stature suddenly started. His eyes lit ablaze with yellow light, like flood searchlights. He retracted a long cable into his mechanic thumb, then covered it up with a brown glove - recharging took him around sixteen minutes, twenty-eight seconds, three deciseconds, two centiseconds and a millisecond.

His HUD blinked on, reminding him of his directives for today. There was only one.
[1] Meet Captain Valen of the Red Moon.

The techpriest left the small depot he recharged in, and connected with the station's wireless network, downloading a map. His system did the rest of the work and calculated a trajectory - a path - to his directive, showing it on his HUD as holographic arrows. He followed.

The path of least resistance led to the registration area. He saw several lines, to several reception desks. The techpriest's enhanced visors did the rest of the work and he saw his quarry behind the crowd, at one of the aforementioned desks.

*​

The pair were approached by a humanoid creature in red robes, his face sheathed in umbra and only showing two, unblinking lights instead of eyes. A number of coiling pipes, presumably containing wires, were connected to the hood's insides. From his back stretched a pair of devices; what looked like an industrial-class claw for lifting heavy duty objects and a mechadendrite with two, separate red dots. On his chest was the logo of the Techpriests of Mars, a half-human, half-robotic skull.

"Technician Unit Four-Two-Three-Four-Two reporting for duty," he introduced himself, his voice layered in dissonant, robotic distortion. Yet, in this voice, there was a trace of emotion: undiluted joy and melodic celebration. "I surmise you are the Captain of the Red Moon, and you are..."

He shot a glance at Ami. His database searched for any publically available information regarding her, piggybacking on all nearby networks to gather information. Her clothing was given the most attention, as not much else was currently available. The answer took him eight-and-a-half deciseconds to find. "Ami Llya'na, the famous Quarian."

His social interaction module silently 'told' him to use the instead of a, as it made for a more polite, subtle expression.

The Mechanist Noble Scion

 

[Fable]

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Spoiler: Inventory

• "Mech" Suit
• Two Blasters
• PPID

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Nécole had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against a stack of crates along with a few other conscripts from the prison which she had been detained at. She'd been cut a deal for "good behavior" and was allowed to have her work for the EPR as a needed grunt. She didn't expect to get a shiny position if she was taken aboard a vessel, but it was better than dying of boredom in the prison. She yawned widely before letting her eyes explore the area. Most seemed to avoid looking at the conscripts or if they were looking they didn't seem to be eager to pick anyone up. She stood up and let her arms drop down naturally before nodding her head at the guy in charge of making sure convicts like her didn't attempt to escape. Not much of a chance she'd get far anyway until the cut her bonds around her ankles which were just long enough to allow walking, but not running.

She spied two robotic-looking figures a distance away and made her way over to them. She went over to the pink clad one before sticking out her hand as a sign for a handshake, "Nécole Wyrick, conscript desperately looking to do something other than play sudoku in prison." She completely ignored the weirdo with wires coming out of his face, honestly kind of creeped her out a a bit.

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[The Mechanist]

Valen looked at the tech priest that stood before him, listening to his jibberish before he made a remark about his first mate. “So you’re the tech priest? And here I was thinking you would be more....priest like. Well welcome to the red moon I’m Captain Valen, the Quarian you pointed out is my first mate so show some respect to a commanding officer.” He said to him, “now the before I let you into my shop tell me why exactly you’re here?” Valen asked the priest before noticing a conscript approach Ami. He decided he would let her handle the woman, right now he had to deal with the priest.
He knew it was only a matter of time before more would approach them, hopefully ones not as nosy as the priest. “Hmm he better not mess with C4T...” he thought to himself as he awaited the priests answer.
Birdsie
Fable
Noble Scion

 

[Archie]

Uric was by the Kiosks, shuffling through the documents on his orange-glowing holoreader that emitted its holograms out of his watch. He tapped on his letters of recommendation, nodding as he read them. Uric was already an EPR member who had served on the Asteria as Purser and Supercargo, responsible for handling the cargo and some financial aspects of the ship. Before, he performed largely the same function the Talmorian Combine's capital ship, Invisible Hand. Though both ended with unfortunate accidents beyond the control of any of the officers besides the captain, Uric, as the logistics and sales frontman, was never blamed for them, and always managed to secure good references from EPR and Talmorian fleet overseers.

He had been unemployed for a total of three days since the decommissioning of the Asteria, most of which he spent travelling back from the ship's location of detainment in the deep outer rim, back to the lands of the Intergalactic Republic. Red Moon was the third ship he sought employment for - the other two, as he found out, had already hired supercargos, and wanted to try their luck with them. Uric knew that finding a job he wanted would take a lot of cold calls on captains, and, without complaint, went on to the third.

He located three individuals standing in a space. The braver among the applicants, most of whom were clustered around Kiosks, left the Kiosks to speak with the commanders directly. Uric recognized the three offices from EPR staff databases, which the organization's Vice President of Operations had provided him yesterday as compensation for Uric's recent loss of employment due to the actions of his former captain. The supercargo was in charge of transacting the commercial business of the ship, so to get the job, Uric knew he had to demonstrate courage and the ability to make a concise pitch. He walked with purpose, approaching the Captain, First Mate, and the Quarian.

"Captain Corevious, First Mate Llya'na, I'm Uric vo Dunha" he introduced, extending his hand for a handshake. The sight was unusual. In the way he walked and his terse speech, he was stereotypically Nakal. However, he spoke with no accent, and his Quarian pronunciation was refined from two years as supercargo on an EPR vessel.

"I've served with perfect marks as supercargo aboard EPRS Asteria. I was hoping you would give me a shot at handling your commerce, Sirs" he said, switching off eye contact with between the Captain and First Mate.

Noble Scion The_Omega_Effect The Mechanist , Birdsie

 

[mausedpotatos]

Albert plods up to the processing area for new crewmates with a ream of synthetic paper detailing his employment history in one hand. His entire head is devoid of hair save for his eyebrows. He is clad in a drab blue boilersuit and black work boots, along with a synth-leather workbelt threaded through the boilersuits belt loops. Attached to the belt is a pouch. The pouch is packed with wrapped protein bars.

Albert shuffles up a respectable distance behind Uric, intent on waiting his turn before talking with the Captain and who he assumed to be the first mate. Albert produces a protein bar from the pouch and begins to languidly chew and swallow it. He finishes it, and then begins on another, and then yet another. He tucks the first two discarded wrappers back into the pouch. He is very precise about eating the bars too. He holds them as to get no chocolate on his fingers and finishes each of them in four business-like bites. Albert observes the rest of the room while he stands idly.

Albert was internally slightly off-put by the number of non-humans in the room. He was not used to seeing so many different species of intelligent organisms, having been raised on an isolated human colony.
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[Osuka]

Leaving orbit sucked.

Leaving orbit, from Kurt's first experience, was like deciding to leave your stomach behind via the route that food is supposed to leave, and that alone was a disturbing thought. Thankfully it was only a metaphor and his pants were still clean. If his pallid tone could be seen under his fur, he was sure his old brothers would've ribbed him about it, and he would've told them to shove it where he felt like his stomach decided to leave in order to stay planet-side, which was funny since even in this day and age, it seemed like you had to reach a certain velocity in order to leave orbit regardless of what technological advancements had taken place.

He had to remind himself multiple times why leaving orbit was a good idea in the first place, and this had to be the billionth time he had done so: After waking up in the old facility as some kind of Werewolf from a horror film, Kurt had found himself entirely lost. Nothing was as it had been before. All the buildings had been replaced, leaders and policies changed with such drastic contrast that it made his head spin, and everything he thought he knew before he took an ice nap was almost completely null-and-void. So, because of that, Kurt had to make money. To do that, he had to learn everything all over again. There were odd-jobs for someone of his... Skill-set, for lack of better word - mainly security and such, and it was fine as far as pay went, but having to update his gear from the old Accuracy Industries Arctic Warfare and the USP .45 to something energy based, which he had to learn how it all even worked before he shot them for the first time, was ridiculously expensive and didn't lend itself well to the idea of making a sustainable living. With that in mind, the only thing left to do was take up the advice of an acquaintance he made, who sat next to him, and join up with the EPR, and he only hoped that he could work his way up from "Grunt" to.. Well, whatever ranks they had nowadays. Were they different? How did the pecking order work? Were enlistees treated differently? Would there be new training regimens for him to take in order to qualify?

Kurt felt his hand drifting to the ruck and the gun case he had with him that he insisted on carrying with him. The Gun Case had locks that had been attached to it by ship security so he wouldn't just crack it open and start acting like some wackjob terrorist, and the ruck held the only other thing he really owned aside from his clothes and his weapons: A set of armor that he had modified over time that he took from the facility. It was some kind of pre-ice-nap armor that was being prototyped - another thing that had sucked the life out of his wallet, and all he could really do with it so far, with way too much help for him to call it his own, was add kinetic servos that took the burden of it's own weight and that of his weapons off of himself and added a HUD. The HUD was something he was still getting used to, to be honest. To him, it was an annoying necessity, and liked to remind him quite a lot that it was in his field of view, but that in itself was why they called it a "Heads-Up Display:" It was meant to be in your field of view. It gave biometric data such as heart rate, blood pressure, adrenal levels, environmental information like if there was a toxic gas deployed in the area (which is why he added a filtration unit to it), and all sorts of other things that he thought was useful for someone with a tight wallet and a need to upgrade. Truth be told, he couldn't have even thought of doing anything of the sort to it without the help of the girl who had told him about the EPR job.

Regardless of being out in space, which was a first for him, the ship was actually comfortable. It had adequate heating and the seats, which he refused to leave because outer space, were comfortable enough to sleep in if this wasn't your first rodeo. The ride was surprisingly short, though, and he found himself watching the locks being removed from his gun case and ruck sack, which he had to sling over his shoulder due to the weight, and stepping into the space station.

The inside, he decided, was far too much to take in at the moment, all at once, and the signs were covered in more alien languages he had no hope of ever understanding unless he took some kind of intensive course that threatened to suck the life out of him unless he kept up. So instead of trying to figure out absolutely everything about everything, he decided to play the dumb grunt so the girl who came with focused on where they needed to be and... honestly, there was a lot going on in the station. Lots of different people with obvious roles they were enlisting for, some that weren't as obvious, aliens, robots, cyborgs, androids, community and personal ships, and after some confused meandering, finally, a lounge that didn't have as much to boggle him with as the rest of the place did.

"Great," he muttered through his muzzle, scratching the back of his right, pointed ear with a free hand. "Wonder if I can just sign the enlistment papers and sit down, or if I have to actually talk to anyone? I can't be the strangest or most intimidating sight here as far as I know... So where the hell is this 'Captain Corevious' guy at?"

His head turned down to the girl as he asked the question. The girl, he thought, was average height - he just had to point his head down due to being as tall as he was to look at her. She told him her name was Azaeda-Id, and she was incredible with technology as far as he could tell. Azaeda was something of an ooze or whatever, but more importantly, was the reason he was able to get a place to stay while he got his identification cards, papers, the jobs he picked up, and the weapons and tech that he was using now. Going from homeless in your own home country to being on a space station was all thanks to her. Their deal, in a nutshell, was that he would teach her how to fight if she taught him how to use this era's tech, and so far, though they haven't gotten far, it was a good, working, professional partnership. She'd be the brains, he'd be the brawn, and they'd help each other out.

Deathkitten

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Oliver Hunt​

~Head of Security​

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Oliver sighed, it was the beginning of what his new post would be and his people were already being worked to the brim background checking the influx of individuals signing up. He had already gotten settled into his private quarters a few days ago, hardly having time to have met anyone as he worked overtime to make sure that everything checked out on the large frigate. It was the Captain's job to make sure the Frigate's mission was a success. It was Oliver's job to make sure that said Frigate was secure from intrusion both physically and technologically and that its field operatives stayed safe by accompanying them down to places. When he had heard that a tech priest Birdsie was joining the crew, he stopped in his tracks and went down to the IT space, working them overtime. He had heard interesting stories about them and their "god". He wasn't going to have any unauthorized network problems on his way, even if it meant he was already late to meet the Captain. Eventually finishing with them, he lit a cigarette, motioned for two guards in the hallway and began to make the trek to where the Captain was meeting everyone on the ship.
Eventually stopping outside the door, he gave his cigarette to one of the guards and fixed his shirt a bit, before motioning for them to stand guard outside of this room and with that, he proceeded in. Giving a proper EPR salute to the captain and first mate, eyeing her for a second, be began speaking. "Sorry, I'm late I had to make sure IT was up to standards" he side briefly, his eyes glossing over the tech priest and then falling on everyone else. "Good day everyone, my name is Oliver Hunt, and I'm The Head of Security for this here Frigate, my job is to make sure that the Captain's mission, your mission, goes without a hitch and that you don't die on the field.". He caved after speaking, lighting another cigarette and puffed a cloud of smoke. The tattoos on his knuckles and face in full view.

The Mechanist Noble Scion Archie The_Omega_Effect mausedpotatos

 

[Sir Fungus]

After finishing her last job, the lone zabrak brandished the tip of her vibro knife, sheathing it in her boot as she awaited for her next contracted to meet her in front of the EPR ship. Hopefully it wasn’t some uptight ‘Play by the rules’ type of guy. But, credits are credits and she wasn’t complaining. Taking the rest of her stuff out of her hover car, she strapped 5 grenades around her belt, 2 blasters in her empty holsters, and finally a set of thermal clips in both her pockets. She sighed aloud as the words escaped her lips “Life as a bounty hunter sucks..” she thought maybe she should drop the contract here and now, But ‘fuck that’ she thought as she looked around to see a gathering group of people. If she was going to be able to explore and make a profit out of it, this was her chance.
“Excuse me, is this where a...” she looked down at her datapad with a puzzled look before replying to her cut off sentence “Captain Valen is?” She looked up at the group of strange people and aliens alike. Her intimidating but business like form showing that she didn’t want no sarcastic answers or comments.

The Mechanist Noble Scion Archie The_Omega_Effect mausedpotatos The Dark Wizard Osuka Fable

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Oliver Hunt​

~Head of Security​

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Oliver visibly frowned as he took another puff from his cigarette, the glow accenting the black ink on his face. His eyes falling on Haindhiazhia Sir Fungus like heavy anchors. Dressed like a professional and yet the audacity to ask a stupid question, was what was running through his head. "Haindhiazhia yes?" he sounded irritated, every recruit would have gotten a dossier of their commanding officer and relevant staff. It was basic 101. "This here is Captain Valen" he expressed pointing with the fingers that held the orange glowing cig. He wondered how many professionals they'd be getting. His work was definitely cut out for him.

 

[Deathkitten]

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Mood: Excited!
Notes: Came onto the station with Kurt, and has an agreement with him... though she definitely plans on making him a friend as well.

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Osuka [/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]Blue was looking forward to signing up for something as awesome as the Explorers' Privateering Regime. It was, quite literally, exactly what she had been looking for. She'd be able to be curious, to find all sorts of new compounds, and she'd be able to make new friends! Perfect situation!

She was practically purring on the way out to the station, blue form glowing from an inner light, at the moment comprised primarily of oxygen and nitrogen. Her companion seemed nervous, however, uncertain. He looked uncertain about lots of stuff though, so that wasn't that surprising. She was, indeed, average height, for the average fifteen-year-old human girl, that was. It was what she based her form off of... or at least around that mark. They looked so squishy and cute, a mess of compounds that absolutely delighted her, so she decided to pay homage to them by taking a form that somewhat looked like one of them.

The gas girl was snapped back to reality when Kurt began to speak. He was a strange animal-human person. He looked very soft though, so she supposed it was alright... What did he ask again?

Captain Corevious. Right. IEV Red Moon. The thing they were actually here for.

She smiled and looked up at him, "Well~ I don't think you're going to be the strangest thing here by a long shot, so don't fret. I mean, after all, I've never even met one of my own before! That makes me way weirder than you. As for the Captain... hmm... I think we just have to sign papers? I'm not really certain, to be fair. I do imagine, however, that we have to go to one of those kiosks. Perhaps we can state which ship we prefer there?"

Blue moved forward, pausing slightly to make sure Kurt was following before simply heading towards the kiosks and lines. Her form was bouncy, not quite interacting with the world around it as a normal, solid form would. A side-effect of having your own gravitational field, she supposed. She always found it weird that people were so... klunky and stuck to the floor. Maybe there was some appeal to it she was missing out on? Regardless! Kiosk-ho![/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][div class=Gradient style="background: linear-gradient(transparent, #f2f2c0); margin-top: -20px;"][/div]

 

[Noble Scion]

Ami Llya'na

Spoiler: Appearance

"You must be this tech-priest I heard about.. Welcome." she said rather stiffly, not sounding particularly enthusiastic about his strange, wirey appearance, but not exactly being aggressive either. "I would much rather prefer if you were to address me as 'First Mate Llya'na', as it is more befitting of my current role." She said before turning away to face one of the others that had approached her in such a short space of time, muttering the words ".. Some cultures would much rather you earn the right to say a first name." beneath her breath as her bright appearance turned to face what appeared to be convict, given the direction they had come from. Ami simply hoped that he would prove a little more useful than mere cannon-fodder on the journey to come

The black-haired woman held out her hand with a small joke to help lighten the mood, and if they had been anyone else, Ami may have even feigned a chuckle. "Don't touch me." Was all she said with a clear hint of contempt to the offered hand. Convicts were people she would much rather stay away from, who knew what their hands had gotten on them, and there was no chance she was going to stoop so low as to shake the hand of one, it would've been too disgraceful to perform such an act as the daughter of the great Llya'na family. "Ami Llya'na, but you shall refer to me as first mate Llya'na, or simply first mate if that's too difficult for you." she growled, recoiling her three fingers resting upon the desk into a fist, making her lack of kindness towards the woman quite clear.

She'd been hoping if any convicts had been elected to join their expedition that they would've stayed away from her, even if it was a bit of a childish fantasy to think of such, given her role. She found their very existence insulting. Where she was the best, they were the worst! The Quarian simply scowled at her from beneath the mask, her visor tilting away from the woman as she found the idea of gracing her eyes upon such a person uncomfortable, begging for something to distract her from what the convict represented. Not to mention that she still wasn't used to how physical human greetings were. A greeting between Quarians in an informal setting was a simple bow of the head, and formally was a bow. Physical contact was frowned upon in general in their culture as it was one of the ways of spreading a disease, even if they all wore suits to prevent such a thing.

The captain seemed to start chatting with the Tech-priest, while another person appeared and also went his way, leaving her with the girl in the suit. Ami folded her arms right as the distraction came in the form of a man called 'Uric', who seemed to get off to a perfect start in her books. He used her title with the correct pronunciation, notified them of experience and gave his name immediately on greeting. The first person she had met so far that seemed 'promising' as her lone superior had put it, even if she knew very little. "Welcome Uric vo Dunha, I'm certain we'll be able to find you a place aboard the Red Moon." she smiled, her accent extending his name a little longer than intended, allowing herself to untense after simply meeting her first convict in person. her arms dropped gently back onto the desk.

A couple of new members for their 'little' group now approached, the first being a tattoo'd man, the one of which she had read a little about, with his unusual ability to dissipate into smoke, and what she assumed was the bounty-hunter, one of the hired guns looking for a job, who seemed to be a non-nonsense type of person by their tone of voice, similar to Ami herself in a way, but of course, different in many other aspects. "Yes, this is where Captain Valen and I, First Mate Llya'na are residing. If you wish to join us, then please wait a moment, I'm sure you'll get the chance to join based on some of the other.. People, we seem to be accepting." the pink Quarian said with reluctance, eyeing the one that had introduced themselves as Nécole Wyrick as she said so. She was going to have to learn to tolerate such a presence eventually, but for the moment, she was having difficulty to perform such a task. "Please do not worry about being late in this scenario, we're already having our hands a bit full." Lady Llya'na scowled at the smoke-man, about as close to being humorous as Llya'na was ever going to get, before picking up the small stack of papers before her, picking them up, tapping them against the desk to reorganise them, and began ticking her way through the list of accepted applicants that had taken the time to even show up.

The humour wasn't exactly intended for him, but for everyone else, yet the effect might go to the second convict amongst their ranks anyway. It didn't matter much in the long run anyway, Ami was not here to make friends, she was here to earn the one thing she lacked, experience, however maybe it couldn't hurt to learn skills such as tolerating the presence of those far, far beneath her as well.
The Mechanist Birdsie Fable Sir Fungus Archie The Dark Wizard The_Omega_Effect​

 

[Osuka]

It must have been a blessing to have a mind as sharp and a metaphorical heart as pure as this kid's. Well, if he could even call her a kid. Kurt had never found out her age, though he figured she must have been old enough to take care of herself since there were neither biological nor foster parents involved in their professional interactions. It also, as she had explained it before when he picked up that her movement was "weird," must have been nice to have her own gravitational field. What he had, though, was a suit that matted his fur and got a little stuffy. They discussed the idea of placing some kind of cooling system in the suit if he was okay with making it a bit bulkier until they had the funds to get something more up-to-date, but then again, he was already pushing the kinetic servos with what they were handling. With the weight of the suit, his weapons, and his own body, the total mass of work that the suit was doing was around two-hundred-ninety pounds, and he wasn't about to make it even a pound more.

So instead of having a gravitational field, he settled for a suit. A suit that let him stay on the ground, stay dexterous, and definitely did not have any way, shape, or form of taking his feet off the ground if he didn't think about keeping his feet on the ground. Just the way he liked it.

When she turned to make sure he was following, Kurt decided to tease her and instead of closing the and giving her his usual nod that cued that he was following, Kurt suddenly turned his head to the side, upward, and started twisting his pinky nail in his ear. He'd whistle if he could, but his stupid muzzle made that a bit of a difficult task, so instead of doing that, he pushed his tongue out, up to his nose, and then crossed his eyes before turning to her and acting as if he didn't realize she was waiting.

Now if only people understood the "Who's on first" reference.

He only kept up the charade for another second before nodding and following behind to the Kiosks and the relatively quick lines. He saw a few people simply flash their ID before walking away, and some others using their... Hologram watches? - he never found out the brand name for those, to be honest, and much preferred a watch that did watch things in the late 2099 era like link up to all your tech rather than having all of your personal information. Of course, those were government-issue, encrypted, and also didn't hold your personal information because that would've been a breach in government information and yadayadayada. The people who were using their watches had been uploading their resumes into the kiosks, it seemed, which made Kurt a slight bit nervous about the cyber security protocols... Given that he had no idea what cyber security was in this era, but back in his day (He was old at the age of 26 it seemed), that would've been an enormous slap on a wrist and maybe a boot out the air-lock if they had been doing this in space back then. Times most definitely have changed.

Waiting in line gave him a lot of time to listen, and specifically, listen to the conversations happening in the room. From what he could gather with his handy-dandy animal ears, the First Mate was more than proud of her title and took it more seriously than his commanding officers took theirs, the Chief of Security seemed like a reasonable enough person and was as amicable as someone whose entire job was ensuring people didn't die but was a chain smoker (That said a lot about the things a person saw, if his own experiences lent him any kind of insight, though he himself never picked up the habit (It was tempting sometimes)), and.... The captain was a robot. Cyborg? Android?

Kurt was going to settle for a robot with an incredibly sophisticated AI. If Anakin could make C3-PO, then anything was possible this far into the future. Then there was the other robot that seemed to have some kind of religious thing for technology and... Hell's Bells, Darth Maul's daughter. George Lucas, Rest in Peace, would have absolutely shit himself. Where was the dual-bladed lightsaber? Or maybe the face-paint and black, baggy clothes? Did her dad ever tell her about ol' Ben Kenobi? He'd ask if he could get her dad's autograph if Ben didn't finish Maul off at the end of Clone Wars - right before A New Hope. For that matter, did people in this era know what Star Wars was? Could he maybe pull off a prank about how Star Wars was real and it was erased from history save for those who had survived and passed on the legacy? Now he was wondering if Midichlorians were a thing at all, and if it was, if there was a way to get some kind of transfusion. Having the ability to push, pull, mind trick, and shock people silly sounded like a hilarious set of tools for a prank if someone got under his skin, or maybe save his furry bacon if he got tossed from the frying pan and into the fire.

He would totally be a Clone Wars Obi-Wan, and if he could have force powers and a lightsaber, he would never stop with the references.

He also had to quit while he was ahead. If any of those jokes slipped out of his canine mouth and to her ears, and she did have a dual-bladed lightsaber and Force powers, he was going to get the Qui-Gon treatment, and Liam Neeson didn't deserve to go out like that - especially in the first episode. That and it wasn't long ago he got a new lease on life after getting iced for hundreds or maybe thousands of years. Definitely not something to squander.

"Wow, that was one hell of an ADHD trip," he said to himself, shaking his head. "Gonna have to get used to this at some point - seeing literally everything I didn't think actually existed back in the early two-thousands. Azaea, could you remind me to keep the Star Wars references to myself? I still can't stand the thought of Qui-Gon getting nixed in Episode One."

Deathkitten

 

[The Mechanist]

The captain was distracted as more and more began to approach him, forcing him to cease his conversation with the techpriest. Then some cyber samurai approached them, speaking in an odd and somehow Italian sounding language. "I'm assuming that's a hello?" Said Valen as the samurai bowed to him, "well...welcome to the red moon, if you're here then that means you're signing up for me crew, alright got it."
The next one to approach was a large brute of a man named Urik, apparently some super cargo or of the like. He extended his hand out to Valen which the captain unfortunately had to ignore, "I'd shake your hand but these things aren't meant for shaking." He said raising his large clamp like appendages. "Anyways I've read your file, and I gotta say I am impressed. I'm more than happy to welcome you aboard the ship, welcome to the Red Moon Urik."
Then a bald and soft man approaches the line behind Urik, hes quiet, but the thing that Valen notices the most was that the man was shotgunning bars of food down his gullet at an incredible speed and efficiency. And if he was in line then that means he's here for the crew. Leaning over to Ami Valen whispers, "the bald guy, I kind of want to see him in a pie eating contest." He said so only she could hear as she addressed the conscript and the security chief....wait the security chief?
Valen turned his gaze to Oliver, "ah security chief Oliver! Welcome aboard, thank you for ensuring the safety of my vessel, I assume you already have your men stationed and positioned throughout?" He was interrupted as a zabrakian woman approached asking where he was to which the security chief addressed her on his behalf. "Thank you chief," was all Valen could say before noticing in the back a....was that a wolf man and a blue galaxy looking girl? Quickly accessing his personal database revealed nothing about the two other than the girls make up which was quite scary the amount of information he got on her. But the wolf file was extremely old, using an old world format from an old installation on earth, the birth place of man. "I see...." clearing his throat Valen stood up, towering most everyone due to the height of the vessel that is his body. "Attention everyone! I assume you are all here to be a part of my crew for the red moon? Well I'm glad to see so many of you here, and all the information I'm getting on you shows each one of you qualified to be a part of my crew, yes that also means you conscript, I'll have your neck brace removed shortly." Valen said to the woman known as Necole. "Now then, if we can all please move into the Red Moon, we will be leaving once everyone has settled in. I already have an assignment on hand for us to take, for some this will be a first for you, for others who already work for the EPR this will be a usual thing for you. Now then! Everyone onto the frigate, that's an order." He said pointing to a dock bridge at the wall that lead to his vessel. "Those whom I haven't spoken to yet I will get to you. If you have any security concerns please speak to my security chief Oliver. If its about the assignment please speak to me or my first mate Ami. Oh and when you see the cat please don't bother her." And with that Valen turned towards the bridge, walking over and escorting the group to the vessel so that they may begin their first assignment.

Birdsie Fable The_Omega_Effect Archie mausedpotatos Osuka The Dark Wizard Sir Fungus Deathkitten Noble Scion

 

[Fable]

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Spoiler: Inventory

• "Mech" Suit
• Two Blasters
• PPID

[/div][/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Nécole Wyrick[/div]
[div class=tags]Interaction: Noble Scion | Nearby/Mentioned: The Mechanist The Dark Wizard [/div]
Nécole was getting just a tad uncomfortable with how many people were all of a sudden present in the area. It went from a small gathering to something larger. Another cyborg approached with a greeting towards who she assumed was the captain as well as a few others. A tattooed man introduced himself as head of security and the scent of cigarette smoke wafted from his person. Maybe she could ask for one from him later if she managed to get selected for the crew.

More and more appeared as Nécole's hand outstretched slightly towards the woman. The woman in question was not pleasant at all, telling her to not touch her. Nécole raised her hand in a "no offense" kind of gesture, but for all she knew this woman could get offended by it. She made a mental note to avoid this person whenever possible. "First Mate since I'm sure you'll get insulted if I dare used your name," she said sarcastically.

"Since you've made it clear pleasantries aren't needed, I'll be direct. I want a position. I decent when it comes to IT, got the arms for grunt work or even security, and I'm more than impressive when it comes to commerce considering my previous occupation of being a smuggler."

However, just as soon as she finished giving an oral resume to this rude person, the captain pretty much announced he was taking her on as a crew member. She gave the first mate a smug smirk and a small wink before she casually walked away to board the vessel.[/div][/div][/div]

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[mausedpotatos]

Albert brushes his hands together, finishing off the fourth protein bar and tucking the wrapper away. He folded up his employment papers and tucked them into his belt, thinking that perhaps they might be needed later. He hiked up his belt and began to trundle over towards the dock bridge to board the Red Moon. Albert smacked his lips quietly and patted his belly, apparently done with eating for the moment. He stopped just short of getting onto the dock bridge, intent on waiting for the giant gaggle of people to start moving along in general so that everyone would get onboard at more or less the same time, and then follows along as well.
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[Birdsie]

Four-Two-Three-Four-Two (42342) [Fixer]

Fixer recorded he had subverted the Captain's expectations by being 'unpriestlike.' He noted this, and quietly ran a background process, a network search for definitions and examples of the word 'priest' in order to amend this. After a decisecond, the system made a judgment that talking about God and adding 'amen' to some of his sentences would correct this.

Four-Two-Three-Four-Two heard the Captain demand respect. The techpriest replied blankly, "Noted. New regulation will be complied with."

Honestly, he was perplexed. The concept of respect was unusual to techpriests and their culture. Simply put, the singular units had less individuality and ego than many cultures and didn't demand respect as was normally understood, because no one acted disrespectful.

Efficiency, simplicity, and straightforwardness were seen as the hallmarks of the cultural behavior most reminiscent of 'good manners,' for techpriests, so Fixer decided to follow this principle.

His cheerful voice disappeared, to comply with the order. It was replaced by a cold, robotic voice - if spoken over radio, perhaps one wouldn't tell the difference between man and machine.

"I, Unit Four-Two-Three-Four-Two was stationed on the only natural satellite of the planet Gimel-2, on Research and Monitoring Station number five. Two solar weeks and one day ago, an alert informed me of the presence of a pirate vessel. An introductory hack of their systems allowed access to their directives and revealed they were after a Standard Template Construct, detailing--" Suddenly, Fixer's voice turned into a long, drawn-out bleep, as if a censor on TV.

He continued, unfettered: "--After I delivered it to the Fabricator-General, I was rewarded with any single wish as a personal reward. I chose the ability to explore the universe. My file was forwarded to the EPR and then to you."

As all of this happened around him, Four-Two-Three-Four-Two's auditory sensors kept picking up and separately disassembling various dialogues between various people, co-processing them, and then outputting them to his brain, giving him an uncanny understanding of what everyone around him was talking about. The communication between people as like a hotspot network, with him in the middle.

For this very reason, Four-Two-Three-Four-Two's facial expression changed for the first time when the Captain had invited everyone aboard and informed them 'not to bother the cat.' Was it a quantum mechanics joke, or was there an actual cat onboard? Fixer shrugged it off and approached Oliver. He kept in mind the regulation that Captain Valen had given him: be respectful.

With a cold, unfeeling voice, befitting a robot, and seen as polite in Techpriest society, Fixer said, "Excuse me, Mr. Hunt, sir. Sir, I'd like to request access to the vessel's systems with your permission, sir. All changes would be catalogued and relayed to you, sir." And then, the other regulation: act priestlike. Putting on an angelic filter over his voice, making his voice sound like a member of the heavenly choir, Fixer added: "Amen."

The Mechanist Noble Scion The Dark Wizard

 

[The Dark Wizard]

Oliver Hunt​

~Head of Security​

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Oliver's eyes fell on the tech-priest who addressed him, he stared intently for a few seconds before finally relaxing. "Everyone in their private quarters will have their own secure access to the network at large so they can keep up with loved ones, enjoy media, etc. As for the Vessel's systems, that's only granted to the Captain here, the first mate and the Security department, so the answer is going to have to be no. If you want more unfettered access, you'll have to earn it. If you go to your datapad and input the following numbers" he expressed to the tech-priest an address of sorts. "That there is the Security Officer application for this Frigate. You'll have to apply and complete the tryouts and interview process." he noted calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette.

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Four-Two-Three-Four-Two (42342) [Fixer]

Something seemed to click in the techpriest, as some primary directives tried to arrange themselves.

In order to operate more efficiently, he required full access. But he could not get it. The directive of staying a passive observer and the interest of being an efficient crewmember conflicted with each other, until the latter endured and the former broke. That done, Four-Two-Three-Four-Two re-arranged his directives and tasks again. It took him two seconds to process everything, as his CPU jumped to almost eighty-percent for a second.

He needed to know what a Security Officer does.

Not fighting, he hoped, as he was terrible at that. Unless it was possible for him to utilize technology instead of doing things himself. In fact, if he were allowed to, he could make an efficient drone network that monitored ship activity and prevented rulebreaking by use of electrified bolas and high-grade manacles. It'd use wireless co-processing to---- he got sidetracked by his own creative thinking unit. He transferred the line of thought to a separate sub-program, to keep his core reasoning clear but still managing to write down some ideas in case he ever decided to get around to this project.

After that, he followed along smoothly, asking, "What are the expected duties of a security officer on this frigate?"

As he asked this, his system turned on the Cold Reading and Derivative Psychology modules; two secondary subsystems that are usually turned off to preserve energy and processing power.

They were responsible for picking up psychological and social cues based on body movement and facial expression, and on explaining demeanor and behavior in subjects using visible traits and deriving other traits from a combination of them and using it to gather data; respectively. Together, the two programs were powerful tools that could be used to understand how a person works and operates very quickly, but ultimately, they were no more powerful than the mind of an actual, trained psychiatrist.

Fixer used them to assemble a psych-profile on the core crewmembers he had already interacted with; the Captain, the First Mate, and the Head of Security. It took four seconds of his full processing capacity to concoct all the data. He had found some possible mental disorders, but nothing majorly concerning, so he carried on.

Spoiler: Unit "42342" Status

System Diagnosis: Software OK, Hardware OK, Wetware OK, All OK
Average CPU Usage: 71.55567%

Primary Directives:
[0] Serve the Omnissiah. [Supreme Priority]
[1] Serve the Cult Mechanicus.

[1.1] Serve the Fabricator-General.​

[1.2.1] Serve all superiors appointed by the Fabricator-General.​

[2] Preserve self.
[3] Store worthy data.
Regulations:
[1] Be efficient.

[1.1] Be respectful.​

[1.1.1] Sub-function loop. Read [2.2].​

[1.2] Disable demonstrative emotion. Uncomfortable, but efficient.​

[2] Be respectful.

[2.1] Refer to superiors as 'sir' or 'ma'am' depending on gender role within subject's culture. If neither is appropriate, use neither.​

[2.2] Be efficient.​

[2.2.1] Sub-function loop. Read [1.1].​

[3] Be priestlike.

[3.1] Insert the phrase "amen" at the end of every 8-16th sentence, chosen with a numerical randomizer.​

[3.2] Praise the Omnissiah publically at least once daily when given chance.​

[3.2.1] Do so deliberately without provocation at least once weekly.​

[3.3] Insistently offer to teach the Cult Mechanicus dogma to anyone who seems to be emotionally contrived or 'lost.'​

[3.3.3] Insist on collecting "tribute" whilst doing so.​

Directives & Tasklist:
[1] Be an efficient crew-member of the IEV Red Moon.

[1.1] Serve Captain Valen.​

[1.2] Send a tentative function report to Captain Valen.​

[1.3] Study and monitor the crewmembers' psychological state. Report anything concerning to Captain Valen or Head of Security Hunt, depending on situation.​

[1.3.1] Create mental profile of Captain Valen.​

[1.3.2] Create mental profile of First Mate Llya'na.​

[1.3.3] Create mental profile of Head of Security Hunt.​

[1.3.4] Create mental profile of any crewmember when it can be done without difficulty and interrupting any other important task.​

[1.4] Gain access to the full systems of the IEV Red Moon.​

[1.4.1] Become Security Officer if possible.​

[1.4.1.1] Learn what it means to be a Security Officer.​

[1.4.1.1.1] Learn all skills necessary and obtain all equipment necessary to become a Security Officer if possible within reason.​

Mental Profiles:
... Activating Derivative Psychology Module...
... Activating Cold Reading Module...
... Assembling recorded data...
All Done.

Drawing psych-profiles according to available data.
Done.

Spoiler: Captain Valen Corevious

Ostensibly stable, resolute. Serious demeanor, copacetic behavioral patterns concurrent with social function; demand for respect is socially appropriate, thusly must be followed. At least lightly curious about crewmembers: active personality; takes preliminary caution rather than acting in response. Can be subtle and unreadable in social interaction? Leadership deemed satisfactory. Subject requires further study.

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Interaction takes precedence over all other actions.

Spoiler: First Mate Ami Llya'na

Unenhusiastic or calm; efficient? Emotive wording; social culture, higher social standing? Prideful, higher social standing: confirmed. Less open-minded to cross-cultural quirks; self-centered, conservative, composed, stiff, strict... levelheaded??? Higher social standing suggests spoiled performance. Social urges appear to align with aristocratic behavioral paradigm; cultured, well-spoken, determined, wilful but careful and focused on important tasks. Good at managing tasks, well-learned: erudite among own species. Nobility, intelligent, but lacks experience.

Mental Disorders: [Unconcerning]
- Provisional Superiority Complex.
- [Unconfirmed] Narcissistic Personality Disorder? [NPD] Elitist or Normal variant.
- [Unconfirmed] Provisional Inferiority Complex?
- [Unconfirmed & Highly Unlikely] God Complex?
- [Unconfirmed & Very Highly Unlikely] Dunning-Kruger Effect?

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike? May dislike religious babble. Lower priestlike behavior to bare minimum.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Do not insult or insinuate offense or slight; detrimental relationship effects highly adverse.
- Pay attention to; may be offended otherwise, detrimental to relationship. Listen more than speak. Affirm constantly.

Spoiler: Head of Security, Oliver Hunt

Reasonable, level-headed. 'Made sure IT was up to standards'; proactive, puts in effort into work, competent, dutiful. Gets along well with the Captain; must study relationship??? Tattoos, contain numbers and unidentifiable barcode; interesting history, was a mercenary or test subject [Should Investigate]. Smokes cigarettes, addicted? Observant, watchful; curious personality. Possibly gregarious or temperamental.

Mental Disorders: [Unconcerning]
- [Unconfirmed, But Very Likely] Nicotine Addiction.

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Report deviant behavior to subject.

The Dark Wizard

 

[Deathkitten]

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Mood: Excited!
Notes: Came onto the station with Kurt, and has an agreement with him... though she definitely plans on making him a friend as well.

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Osuka The Dark Wizard [/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]Kurt made an extremely strange face, and Blue just sort of smiled awkwardly at him, unsure what to actually say or do concerning it. Perhaps this was another reference?

"I still don't know who this Qui-Gon person is in episode one of your show, but I'm certain it's interesting," she replied to his ADHD-ness, sighing a bit as she rested her hands on her hips, "I really do hope that they aren't too confused by your predicament. Someone in cryo-sleep that long? Such a primitive version to boot? I guess if they don't believe it you can just shower them with references until they have no choice but to realize you're telling the truth." Blue giggled at her own joke, smiling up at him. She was going to say more, but the captain they had been looking for started to speak up.

Well... that made it easier, she supposed.

Blue smiled wider, bouncing up and down a little as she looked at Kurt. "Found the captain!" she chimed, smirking and tugging Kurt's hand a little, "That announcement made that easy. There are a lot of people who want to go on the same ship. We'll make lots of friends this way. Should we talk to the captain? He said he'd get to us... and to get on the frigate... maybe we should just do that. We should definitely just do that first. I wouldn't want to be late to the party... What do you think?"

She looked up at Kurt again as they walked towards the ship, going onto it unless Kurt or someone else stopped her. At the same time, she was thinking about what all cigarettes are made of. Weren't they bad for humans? She was pretty sure they were... maybe she was wrong though? Did they taste good?

There was someone who was clearly addicted to them, and he looked kind of human, though he had a weird skull on his face skin. Kinda cool. Kinda weird. Humans were so fascinating. They devoured things that were so bad for their health. She, in a way, admired their proclivity to self-destructive behaviour. It was such a badass mentality to not care about the future, albeit strange. She was eyeing the man curiously as they were walking up, though more watching the way his cigarette puffed than his tattoos.[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][div class=Gradient style="background: linear-gradient(transparent, #f2f2c0); margin-top: -20px;"][/div]

 

[Osuka]

Captain Corevious spoke, and Kurt couldn't help but quirk an ear in confusion - something that he didn't notice himself doing as he tilted his head. They were going to board the ship without first signing up at the Kiosk? Whatever he had planned had to be pretty damn important for him to take everyone in before everyone had done their background checks and spoke with the recruiter. For that matter, did he mean he would actually be talking to everyone or that the First Mate was going to get some kind of profile on everyone and then read it over? This was the polar opposite of the kinds of procedures that he had been used to, but then again, maybe security systems and physical security were better than in his old life? If his freelance physical security jobs back on Earth had taught him anything, it's that those with the most money were more than happy to spend way too much on way too many things to keep their privacy - and their own skin - safe.

The last guy he worked for required everyone to carry seven physical keys, have an implant, and a contact lens, and those were just for the first floor of his home. Thankfully the implant was easy to put in, take out, and was free, so that didn't come out of his wallet, which was great since that job had paid enough for him to get the weapons he had in the gun case in his left hand now. The only time he actually got to fire them was at target ranges, and that only did so much. He needed to test them in the field, and he may just get his chance if the mission they were being sent on required firepower.

If it was important enough to shove everyone on the ship before applications and wavers were filled, then it probably did.

Naturally, through all of his complex ruminations (because they were definitely complex and in no way was just some kind of off-topic thought, mind you), Kurt kept an ear open to Azaeda's faucet-on-full-power run of sentences and nearly felt his fur stand slightly at the mentioning of "Friends." Those died centuries ago, but that wasn't what he was focused on. People die. That's how people work. They're born, they find their own meaning, they attempt to fulfill that meaning, and then they're put into the ground so their bodies can feed the flora and fauna that once fed them. What bothered Kurt was that he wasn't even friends yet with Azaeda, and that just showed it was going to take a lot more time than the two of them had to make a friend. He was slow at it ever since he was a kid.

Right. He had to answer Azaeda.

"I guess if the Captain says 'Come on board, folks!,' then we shouldn't get left behind." he answered and tilted his head towards the docking area.

Kurt followed along with the crowd, keeping a firm grip of the gun case - finger touching the side of the case that opened so he'd know if someone was trying to get into it, and another on the strap of his ruck slung over his shoulder to keep the weight from sagging down to his lower back. To be perfectly honest, he had no idea what they were going to find on the other side of the doors once they stepped through, and he wasn't exactly thrilled to be stuck on a ship out in outer space while cramped with a plethora of others on-board, but if it was anything like being stuck in a small base out in the Middle-East or in the smaller European areas, then he'd have to use it as a basis to adjust and just get over it. It wasn't like they were going to be on a submarine, after all. The ship had to be bigger than that considering what he's seen so far, and if it was anything like Starkiller Base in Star Wars, then that was an Imperial-Cherry-on-Top, so to speak, without the whole "Sith overthrowing the Republic" vibe, and if Starkiller Base wasn't loaded with a bunch of stuffy, stuck-up officers who liked to let people know that they were superior because some wrinkly old coot in a black robe, a terrible dental plan, and an even worse case of halitosis said so.

He really needed to cut back on the Star Wars references if he was going to survive the crew, let alone anything else he ran into.

Deathkitten

 

[Noble Scion]

Ami Llya'na

Spoiler: Appearance

The pink Quarian stood up, moved several steps past the entryway of their frigate into the open space after it, deftly turned to the face the group and clasped her hands calmly together before her, seeming to show that she was about to speak with her air of confidence and calm, taking a large, deep breath before embarking on the speech she had spent minutes on memorising in detail, feeling inclined to inform those below her of information so that they would have no excuses in the future, should something happen.

"Greetings, to those of you that are about to embark with me, First Mate Ami Llya'na, and Captain Valen on our journey. I would like to state some things that I believe should be common knowledge to you all:
Firstly, rooms shall be provided to fit whatever requirements that you may have, and if they are unsatisfactory, please alert one of your superiors and we shall try to address the problem as soon as possible.
Secondly, you are all expected to maintain your health during our travels, and a gym will be made available to all that's use is recommended during our travels. This is to ensure top performance, however, I know that circumstances may vary between you all, and thus, use of the gym is not mandatory." she said, eyeing the tech-priest and her own superior imperceptibly from beneath the mask, taking a second breath before continuing on
"Thirdly, threats and fighting shall not be allowed unless formally requested, and accepted by your superiors. If anyone is found to be violating this rule, you shall be dealt with accordingly by myself, or once more, Captain Valen. Any disputes should be brought up at once with use the instant they arise, and as a final note, I would like to make you all aware that while you all are under our custody and care, we will try to forget about your pasts.." Ami said, particularly looking at the convict that had moved past her ".. As long as you make sure such things do not get in the way, and your mental health is of the upmost importance. Your attention is appreciated, the rooms are located to the left of me." She said, pointing down one of the brightly-lit corridors of the vessel "A map of the vessel is provided in each of the rooms. Please, make yourselves at home as this is sure to be a long journey, and welcome aboard the Red Moon." Lady Llya'na smiled, taking a short bow and unclasping her hands that had been held in-front of her waist the entire time, before stopping briefly and remembering one last thing she had forgotten to mention to the group that had gathered. "Also.. Please do not bother the cat, I've read its file and it has some.. Strange tendencies, please be friendly."

Ami finally finished before turning and making her way over to the captain of their ship. "I do hope they heed my words.. They seem like a lively group, and that does not fill me with confidence. At the very least they should heed our words and commands. I'd hate to have to teach them the basics of doing as your told.." Ami yawned casually to Valen, speaking to him, yet facing those about to embark on the journey, awaiting any questions that may be asked. She hadn't slept in a fair amount of time, and having to hold her composure constantly was somewhat exhausting, but she couldn't bare to relax her posture, it simply wouldn't do, even if she were in the presence of ruffians. Her three-fingers rose up and readjusted the flower resting atop her head as it had slipped ever-so-slightly out of place during her bows, before nesting her hands together behind her back. It was most certainly going to take some getting used to having to shower these people with such colourful backgrounds with respect.

The Mechanist Birdsie Fable Sir Fungus Archie The Dark Wizard The_Omega_Effect
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(It is assumed that everyone has entered the ship so as to further progress the RP, sorry xp)​

 

[Moldie]

.: Maye :.

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Maye pillared in the midst of the crowd around her, who unlike her unmoving self was animated and lively. She was nervous, afraid even, yet smiling. It had taken her quite some time to get this far, and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away. She took a moment to scan those around her. It seemed as if every creature from every walk of life throughout the galaxy had gathered here. It was exciting. Her eyes landed further ahead on just who she was looking for. Captain Valen Corevious and his first mate Ami Llya'na. With star sprangled eyes she watched them from a distance, her height helping scout them out from above most of the passerbyers. They were what she wanted to be, adventurers in a true sense, free to roam space and all it’s worlds. In front of the two a small gathering had begun to form. A diverse bunch all in her eyes far more fitted for the work then her. Thoughts like these ran through her mind by the second, but Maye wasn’t going to let her self doubt stop her today though, she’d worked hard and for the first time in a long time she had a goal. Something to do. A purpose.

Maye carefully took a simple, hasty step forwards. It took a few seconds before she followed it up but eventually she began shyly and awkwardly pacing towards the group. When she was in close proximity she sheltered herself behind the largest thing ahead, which in this case was a colossal muscular being of grand stature (Uric). And although big, Maye still only stood about eight inches shorter. From this distance, that she’d deemed safe, she peeked her head out and had a closer look. She hadn’t yet fully accumulated the courage to approach them herself, so this had to do. Her long, sharp ears blasted upwards, listening carefully to what was said. Even the plants coating her tensed up lifting the robe covering most her body. She barely had the time to catch any of their conversation before the group began moving, fallowing the captain. Caught off guard and not sure what to do she just fallowed suit, nervously staying in the very back.

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