Traveller: Life in the Marches - A ship of our own

Fourier

Bakleth arrives in the canteen.

Previously the human known as Evan had "coupled" with meet, left his seed in it.

Now he has eaten meat filled with seed and is courting a female.

Was this some strange human custom, the males imbibing the meat seed of others before fertilising the females?

His transgression of K'Kree norms exceeded what any normal K'Kree would handle, in fact he should be killed where he stands. But Bakleth was no normal K'Kree....

Fourier

jasonb wrote: »

Glenn turns back to the Captain and asks...

"When will we be departing Captain, and how long to our destination? I hope you have somewhere for me to call my own for as long as we're travelling?"

"We have outfitted a room to have slightly lower than normal gravity and thicker air, should make you feel right at home...."

Glenn had often found human air dry and a terror for his complexion.

"...we'll be leaving in less than an hour. Once we have the ship refueled from your tanks."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Bakleth arrives in the canteen.

Previously the human known as Evan had "coupled" with meet, left his seed in it.

Now he has eaten meat filled with seed and is courting a female.

Was this some strange human custom, the males imbibing the meat seed of others before fertilising the females?

His transgression of K'Kree norms exceeded what any normal K'Kree would handle, in fact he should be killed where he stands. But Bakleth was no normal K'Kree....

Bakleth decides to ignore the pungent smell of meat for now. Instead he approaches the other female beside Evan.

'Greetings humie. I... am... Bakleth. I am unfamiliar with your customs.

Should I copulate with your meat before I speak to you or afterwards?

I am trying to learn the human way of doing things.'

Fourier

Pter wrote: »

'The sooner we start the mission proper and see some action, the better' he thought to himself; simultaneously dreading reaching departing their current ship, as well as relishing reaching the new one.

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Verne is deeply appreciative of the art on show in the gallery. Some striking pieces. He senses however that his companion is less than enamoured with the skills on display. He sighs softly and turns to Dhinor, 'Shall we head back to the ship? I believe our departure time is fast approaching.'

A spider shuffles over to Verne.

"Like our native art then. We tried to capture the nature of being an arachnid. You Aslan hunt, well, what if your females hunted you and were ten times your size? That's the nature of this piece...."

This continues for a while, but Verne soaks it in pretty well.

OOC: Verne gains bonuses to rolls on Shrieker culture and understanding.

Dhinor begins to nod off until his communicator buzzes into action.

"This is Dagonet, return when you can, forty minutes to take off."

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Should I copulate with your meat before I speak to you or afterwards?

I am trying to learn the human way of doing things.'

Turning to see the gigantic K'Kree, Riga is stunned.

"....eh....copulate with meat?....."

She is literally at a loss for words and just stares bewildered at Bakleth.

"Enjoy your new lover Riga, I'm off with Evan here"

Kaagira begins to pull Evan away.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Turning to see the gigantic K'Kree, Riga is stunned.

"....eh....copulate with meat?....."

She is literally at a loss for words and just stares bewildered at Bakleth.

"Enjoy your new lover Riga, I'm off with Evan here"

Kaagira begins to pull Evan away.

Bakleth begins to get a little nervous.

'Yes... um... my travel companion did it before leaving the ship. I could smell the aroma for miles.

Now, I don't know if you know my species, but I am not particularly fond of meat.

But I am willing to try, if that is your custom.'

He calls to the cafe owner.

'I would like to order a large steak, and a napkin.'

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"Oh seriously Riga..." she turns "...I'm going to spend time with my new friend here. Name's Kaagira Sir"

She loops her hand around Evan.

"So where are you taking me?"

He looks at her smooth, bald knuckles, her weak spidery fingers, her narrow rangy bicep. He sighs and delicately removes her from him.
"Let's not waste each other's time, love. I don't have what you want and you can't be what I need. But you can have the KitKat . If you hurry, you can catch up with Baklava - I heard him boast he's hung like a person."

He slumps over to the door, strapping his oxygen mask back on, punching himself in the mickey and walking back to the ship.

OldGoat

A flyer posted on a nearby wall tells of an art exhibition. "Dammit, why didn't anyone mention this to me earlier." Nestor checks her comm. "I can see it in 30 minutes and still get back before launch." She races off in the direction of the gallery.

Baggly

Fourier wrote: »

A spider shuffles over to Verne.

"Like our native art then. We tried to capture the nature of being an arachnid. You Aslan hunt, well, what if your females hunted you and were ten times your size? That's the nature of this piece...."

This continues for a while, but Verne soaks it in pretty well.

OOC: Verne gains bonuses to rolls on Shrieker culture and understanding.

Dhinor begins to nod off until his communicator buzzes into action.

"This is Dagonet, return when you can, forty minutes to take off."

'Understood, Dagonet. Would you be free to meet me once we get underway?'

Dhinor hurredly moves towards the exit.

'Hot diggity dog' he exclaims to himself.

jasonb

Fourier wrote: »

"We have outfitted a room to have slightly lower than normal gravity and thicker air, should make you feel right at home...."

Glenn had often found human air dry and a terror for his complexion.

"...we'll be leaving in less than an hour. Once we have the ship refueled from your tanks."

"Thank you Captain, I appreciate you going to such efforts to make me feel comfortable. I'll head to my room now to settle down".

"Nestor, I look forward to meeting you again later, and the rest of the crew. We might as well all get to know each other, we'll be together for a while..."

Glenn boards the ship and goes to find his room.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

But I am willing to try, if that is your custom.'

He calls to the cafe owner.

'I would like to order a large steak, and a napkin.'

OOC: Just to help you play this, by K'Kree standards this makes you not just immoral, but perverse beyond words, a true psychopath by their standards. To give you an example, they invented space flight for the sole purpose of flying to their moon and exterminating the meat eating species there.

This marks you as "G'naak", a "Satan" or "Demon".

No problem with whatever you want to do, but just thought I would mention it to you as it means your character is either cruel or truly insane.

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

A flyer posted on a nearby wall tells of an art exhibition. "Dammit, why didn't anyone mention this to me earlier." Nestor checks her comm. "I can see it in 30 minutes and still get back before launch." She races off in the direction of the gallery.

She is greeted with an excellent display of the art of the arachnid race, the Shriekers, native to the planet.

Most of it involved ruminations on eight-fold symmetry and the web as a metaphor for the connections in our lives.

A nearby shrieker scuttles over and explains some of the more challenging pieces. Being struck by Nestor's understanding and keen eye, he hands him a card for an exclusive Art gallery on Efate "The Spinward Display".

"This is very rare, so be careful with it, the card alone is worth several thousand credits. The gallery however is one of the best in the Marches."

OOC: Efate is about 42 jumps away.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Just to help you play this, by K'Kree standards this makes you not just immoral, but perverse beyond words, a true sociopath by their standards. To give you an example, they invented space flight for the sole purpose of flying to their moon and exterminating the meat eating species there.

This marks you as "G'naak", a "Satan" or "Demon".

No problem with whatever you want to do, but just thought I would mention it to you as it means your character is either cruel or truly insane.

OOC: Well, I was cast out for a reason...

Bakleth has second thoughts about his ordering of the steak, thinking back to when he was sent into exile by his kind. He shakes his head.

'NO MORE shall I be bound by my kind's customs - I am my own master!'

He hammers on the café counter.

'My steak! If you please human!'

Fourier

Pter wrote: »

'Understood, Dagonet. Would you be free to meet me once we get underway?'

Dhinor hurredly moves towards the exit.

'Hot diggity dog' he exclaims to himself.

She pauses on the other end.

"....hmmm, alright. The common room, not the canteen, two hours after we hit jump. Bring some food of your own."

Fourier

jasonb wrote: »

Glenn boards the ship and goes to find his room.

Whoever prepared the room did their research, Glenn cannot hear the music from other quarter's within the room. To Droyne, as their language is musical, it all just sounds like a bunch of louts shouting.

The gravity is definitely lighter. Glenn hasn't found it this easy to fly in months.

Furthermore the ship is small enough that any mind within should be accessible to him.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

He hammers on the café counter.

'My steak! If you please human!'

A chef begins to run into the café's kitchen, only to be stopped by the automated food dispenser.

"Ethical subroutines indicate that this is fundamentally incompatible with K'Kree culture. K'Kree is being coerced or is a G'naak, a being of hate, rage and death.....local conversation indicates latter."

A moderately powerful assault rifle descends from the ceiling. The food dispenser responds:

"Please leave the vicinity. You have twenty seconds to comply."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

A chef begins to run into the café's kitchen, only to be stopped by the automated food dispenser.

"Ethical subroutines indicate that this is fundamentally incompatible with K'Kree culture. K'Kree is being coerced or is a G'naak, a being of hate, rage and death.....local conversation indicates latter."

A moderately powerful assault rifle descends from the ceiling. The food dispenser responds:

"Please leave the vicinity. You have twenty seconds to comply."

Bakleth roars in rage at the assault rifle.

'ALL I WANTED WAS A STEAK! IT WAS A HUMAN CUSTOM!'

He shakes his head.

'Fine! I know where I am not wanted. Humie if you wish to engage in the custom it will have to be aboard my ship.'

He storms out of the café ripping the door from its hinges and stomps back to the ship.

Banjo

Out on the surface, Evan looks up and the coffee-stain of a sky. A faint minor key ascending piano melody plays.
"****ty old stars...?" He inquires, following that melody. "Are you shining just for me?"
He rolls his hat down his arm and begins to dance with the young red haired girl who is leaning against a bench. As he spins her away, the legs of her EVA suit tear away, leaving her in a miniskirt, revealing heavily matted tree trunk legs. At full stretch she dips back and kicks, he kneeslides to catch her, planting his hat on her head.
"****ty old stars," she sings "just one thing everyone wants"
"A rush!"
"A glance"
"A touch"
"A tank!"
"No you silly cow, those aren't the wo-THE TANK!"
He checks and of course he's out of oxygen. He blinks a few times, clears his head as best he can and hurries to the ship, whistling the melody and slinging his coat over his shoulder. NO! YOU DON'T HAVE A COAT! FOCUS!

Fourier

OOC: Going to assume Verne got on board. Molly's post implied it.

The ship cargo bay doors close up as Evan runs in. Dagonet laughs. "The O-deprivation hallucinations....ha can't say I haven't gotten them myself!" She hits a button, maglocking the bay doors and speaks into her com device.

"This is Dagonet, we have to clear the system's asteroid belt before we can jump, so eight hours. After our week in jump is up, we arrive at Walston"

Eight hours later the transition to jump is fairly smooth. Glenn hears the usual "whispers" the Droyne sometimes perceive in jump, but not to a disconcerting degree.

Evan wakes shortly after jump to see the shotgun he had been supplied with has been upgraded, would have taken at least two hours to do so and the work looks like it was done in this room.

Two hours later Dagonet contacts Dhinor.

"Ready for the common room? I'm inviting everybody, but I have a corner for us."

The rest of the group get a message from Dagonet about meeting in the common room:
"Everybody to bring something unique to their Homeworld - Dagonet"

Necro

Bakleth stirs from his sleep, still irritated by the incident in the café.

He hears the communicator going off and shudders. Something unique? He was cast out godammit - nothing on his back and fired into orbit lest he be killed.

But he did have one thing. He takes it out at this point. An old, battered wooden doll his mother had carved for him when he was a young calf.

He stretches and makes his way to the canteen. The humie isn't getting her filthy hands on his treasure. No way.

Baggly

Dhinor takes time to spruce himself up properly in his state room.

He places his unique object under his arm and exits the stateroom, making for the common room.

He doesnt know what to expect from the evening. Dagonet seems hard to get 1 on 1 time with. He had a hunch she was interested in him, but if he was going to couple with her and/or gain anything from the encounter, it would probably have to happen tonight.

Dhinor checked his step. The food. He returned to his state room and unpacked some salted smoked meat that he had convinced the ships chef to part with earlier, as well as some dehydrated veg rations that he had in his pack. He also had a bar of chocolate he had been keeping safe.

'Miracle Evan didnt sniff this out'.

Checking his appearance again as he exited the stateroom, he made for the common room. The success or failure of this night would not come from his lack of preparation.

'Here we go.....' and he entered the common room....

OldGoat

Back in her room, Nestor comms a message back to the gallery on 567-908.
"Thank you so much both for your gift and your insight. To meet real artists is the joy of life. The art of my world has piqued the interest of some collectors and is now apparently 'in demand'. I have created a piece for your gallery. I hope my humble offering is received as graciously as your gift was made. I call it 'The duality of Octangalic Diamorphism'." It represents my view of the imperative of your species reproduction, the lust and the loathing of your mate and death at the moment of creation."

She then thinks about what unique thing she can bring to the meeting. She brought nothing from her homeworld. She has a party trick or two that might be seen as at least semi unique, her ability to cool peoples drinks simply by holding them, her invisibility to standard infrared scans, her lowlight vision but these were just race traits and probably not going to endear her to the Captain.

All she has is her true art and the reason she has been exiled.

conor222

Alex has spent the last few days reading up on the areas that they will be travelling and keeping to himself for the most part.
Lots of the others seemed to be making friends with other travellers and exploring the new areas. Why bother? We're here to do a job, not build a support network. That said, he will have to work with those on mission so he will make an effort with them.
He thinks about what he could bring that would be unique from his homeworld. He has a bottle of the local brown swill that passed for hard liquor that he could take. He decides that would do, takes it out of his knapsack and brings it with him to the common room. He notices that there is some sort of elaborate drawing on the bottle that he doesnt recognize. He makes a mental note to better secure his gear, tests the liquid to see if it is still ok and the bottle itself hasnt been opened (OOC:I presue this is the case or do I have to roll?).
After that he heads up to the common area

Mollyb60

Verne has had a most enjoyable few days meditating and getting to know his new crew. He acknowledges the invitation from the captain and gets his best dress clothes ready. As a finishing touch to his outfit he dons the solid gold torque given to him by his mother before he left his homeworld. He ensures that it's highly polished and gleaming and he smiles as he recalls his mother. She always favoured him for his inquisitiveness, a trait so rare in an Aslan male that it had to be kept hidden from all but his closest friends. He's happy to be away from other Aslans for a change, where he can indulge his passion freely, without worry of judgement and ridicule.

He heads down to the common room.

Fourier

Pter wrote: »

Checking his appearance again as he exited the stateroom, he made for the common room. The success or failure of this night would not come from his lack of preparation.

'Here we go.....' and he entered the common room....

He is greeted with Dagonet holding a pistol to his chest. She smiles and pulls the trigger.

The pistol lights up and makes a high-pitched noise in response and Dagonet bursts out laughing.

"Want to play a game of Star Kings? I'll give you this pistol..."

Dhinor can see a large nanoweb display unit running the latest version of Star Kings. Everybody else has arrived and seem to be intermingling.

The night goes well enough for Dhinor, though he has trouble getting a chance to talk to Dagonet alone.

Mollyb60 wrote:

He acknowledges the invitation from the captain and gets his best dress clothes ready. As a finishing touch to his outfit he dons the solid gold torque given to him by his mother before he left his homeworld....He heads down to the common room.

Aslan clothing is often to very high standards, beyond those of human clothing in most cases. Most of Dagonet's crew approach Verne to discuss the fabric and even ask for samples. Dagonet herself displays a clear respect for Verne, a level headed explorer like herself. Towards the end of the evening she presents him with a an old Vilani sash to go with his outfit.

Necrominus wrote:

But he did have one thing. He takes it out at this point. An old, battered wooden doll his mother had carved for him when he was a young calf.

He stretches and makes his way to the canteen. The humie isn't getting her filthy hands on his treasure. No way.

Bakleth is welcomed by most of the crew, though a K'Kree is an intimidating animal up close and some show apprehension upon approaching. K'Kree have been known to kick in human rib cages for the crime of being carnivores. The human company is pleasant without the cloying claustrophobia of a K'Kree herd. A party with fourteen people is a bit different from one in a room of roughly the same size with two hundred.

Dagonet inquires about the doll toward the close of the night (OOC: up to you if you tell her)

OldGoat wrote:

She then thinks about what unique thing she can bring to the meeting. She brought nothing from her homeworld. She has a party trick or two that might be seen as at least semi unique, her ability to cool peoples drinks simply by holding them, her invisibility to standard infrared scans, her lowlight vision but these were just race traits and probably not going to endear her to the Captain.

All she has is her true art and the reason she has been exiled.

Nestor is a common curiosity to the crew. Meeting a new human subspecies is exotic without the mental effort of dealing with a true alien. The engineer, Mastalise, enquires after some of her art, while the young medic drones on at length with questions about "real illnesses".

conor222 wrote:

He thinks about what he could bring that would be unique from his homeworld. He has a bottle of the local brown swill that passed for hard liquor that he could take. He decides that would do, takes it out of his knapsack and brings it with him to the common room. He notices that there is some sort of elaborate drawing on the bottle that he doesnt recognize. He makes a mental note to better secure his gear, tests the liquid to see if it is still ok and the bottle itself hasnt been opened (OOC:I presue this is the case or do I have to roll?).
After that he heads up to the common area

Alex's swill proves to be a true hit. The crew have been looking to unwind, Dagonet's adherence to strict Vilani culture onboard tend toward the tedious after a long time in a floating tin can. Tonight marks the first night in a long time where the drink isn't fungal wine.

Fourier

Dagonet spends the night talking and chatting and flirting just a bit with Dhinor when she can. At the back of her head though, she is still running over the Star King game.

Evan had been an okay shot during the game, except at one point. A level set on Agidda in the year -2397 (OOC: 2125 by our calender), he had shot a Vilani walker in a joint on its arm with near perfect accuracy. This didn't do any extra damage because the game makers obviously didn't know it, but that exact spot was a weakness in the ancient walkers, she had learned as much during her college education in Vilani military history.

That stuff was ancient history. 3,000 years ago. Was Evan also an enthusiast? As far as his answers to her questions revealed, he wasn't.

Odd.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Bakleth is welcomed by most of the crew, though a K'Kree is an intimidating animal up close and some show apprehension upon approaching. K'Kree have been known to kick in human rib cages for the crime of being carnivores. The human company is pleasant without the cloying claustrophobia of a K'Kree herd. A party with fourteen people is a bit different from one in a room of roughly the same size with two hundred.

Dagonet inquires about the doll toward the close of the night (OOC: up to you if you tell her)

Bakleth notices some of the apprehension from the crew members and revels in it. He stomps around making as much noise as possible, even trying to sing along with some human ditties that are brought up.

He notices Dagonet approach him and suddenly grows silent. The question he has been expecting still hits him with a sharp pain.

He doesn't miss his home planet very much, apart from SOME of his family. SOME. Not his brothers, mind... it is their fault he's stuck here as an outcast after all. He didn't mean to go there, and his brothers showed him exactly no loyalty, in fact revelled....

He looks at Dagonet who is now staring oddly at him, and realises he has been thinking back again. After not having done it for so long, why now does he frequently drift back? Is it the company he's been keeping?

'Doll was Bakleth's mothers. She made for me before I...left.'

He turns away and sighs. Now he's in a bad mood again.

Banjo

Evan takes his leave of the party, pausing to offer a couple of winks and pew-pew-pew finger pistols around the room as he ducks out.

He slinks down to engineering to examine the jump drive, looking through the window where before he witnessed the birth of a baby universe. It doesn't seem right, creating a tangential reality and using it like chewing gum or a condom - disposable, utilitarian, and almost disgusting in it's continued existence. Did they have to discard it? Maybe it didn't have to be destroyed... He could be safe in there. They both could…

He takes out a (insert TL12 equivalent of pen and napkin) and begins to sketch an approximation of the circuitry linking the fusion mules to the drive, broad strokes at first but filling in detail as he examines the hardware as thoroughly as he can without interfering with its function.

jasonb

Glenn had been late to the party. A chance to relax in an environment close his his home planet, and to finally start up his skin care regime again, had meant he was a lot longer than planned getting ready. But it did save him from having to bring something unique to the party, by the time he got there the show and tell was pretty much over.

He relaxed in the corner, sharing small talk with people and taking the room, and everyone in it, in. He allowed his mind to wander to just get a sense of the inhabitants, their moods and motivations and feelings. He was able to identify his future shipmates and studied them closely, not with any ulterior motive in mind, just wanting to know what to expect and to increase the team’s chances of a successful mission. His final thought on them was “A varied and interesting group of people, with talents, indosyncracities and secrets galore”. He looked forward to working with them.

OldGoat

The young engineer seems to have some grasp of art. After some cajoling Nestor finally agrees to show her art.
"This is why I have been outcast from my world. This art is scared and I brought it to offworlders. When it was discovered that I had cut some university friends who had shown a desire to experience the sacred rites I was rejected by all the tribes, rejected even by my twin."

She undoes her jacket and her thermal suit, stripping to the waist. Her skin is a mass of uniform scars, herringbone fashion, extending from neck to ankles.
"Most offworlders think that this scarification is our scared art but they are wrong. These scars are simply access to the truth. This is why we made ourselves known to offworlders when they approached our burial grounds, they would have seen the bones. The priests said that could not happen."

She takes out her med scanner and scans her arm. The revealed image shows the very bones of her arm are carved into intricate designs and patterns.
"We cut the skin and work on the living bones. Some call it 'Scrimshaw', an art from from the oldest times."
She continues to move the scanner over her torso showing that her ribs, her hips, her legs, even her spine have been carved into living works of art and design.

She dresses again and silently leaves the galley for her quarters, her mind a turmoil of guilt and exhilaration for once again having told others what she should never have revealed.

Fourier

In the early hours of the morning the gathering disperses. Some can't help but notice that Dhinor and Dagonet are nowhere to be seen. Most can't help but think on Nestor's body art. Over the coming days more than a few are tempted to discuss it with her, but none do.

OOC: Again, you can insert what you did over the week.

On mid-afternoon of the seventh day, Evan is in the jump drive room and sees the readouts he was expecting concerning the miniature universe's impending implosion. With a powerful gravitational shockwave, the ship returns to the normal universe.

Verne in his quarters sees a massive green gas giant suddenly fill half the sky, followed by Dagonet speaking over the intercom a little bit more excited than usual.

"Welcome to Walston system, we've come out of jump next to the system's main gas giant, but we should be at Walston in three hours. So some facts are in order. Walston's air is not breathable for long periods. Though it contains oxygen, it also contains trace poisons, including a neurotoxin and is quite thin. HAVE. A. FILTER!
Doubly so for you Glenn, exposure would be lethal to a Droyne within four minutes.

Secondly only near the equator does it rise above freezing during the day. STAY. IN. DOORS. The only settled part of the planet is a single island in the Northern Hemisphere, which is where we'll be landing. Only three thousand live there and only three hundred humans roughly. The planet is governed by a king and nobility. I'd speak to them first about that ship.

Dagonet out"

The M-drive powers up and the ship pulls away from the gas giant, taking the three hours mentioned.

As the ship arrives over Walston, a map is uploaded to everybody's communication equipment:



The ship descends over Settlement Island and all the windows afford a view of a few villages, with hemispherical buildings set deep into the ground with tunnels between them. The ship comes down over an installation in the middle of the biggest village.

Looking out the Cargo Bay window, Bakleth can make out the custom's office, the village's houses, some mining factories and a railway in the distance.

"Dagonet speaking. Alright, disembark as you wish. I'm opening the cargo bay doors....."

Baggly

Dhinor packs up everything belonging to him; making sure 'The Negotiator' is strapped onto his back, with the hilt visible to all (especially Evan, who seemed to take umbridge at Dhinor having the sword in the first place).

He says his goodbyes to Dagonet and tells her that if she would ever need or want to contact him, she need only leave a message with Jensen Cas and that he would get it....eventually. Dhinor had enjoyed his time with Dagonet immensely while they were on the ship; but he knew their liaison was always going to end once he disembarked.

Still; handy to have a captain with a ship think well of you.....

Before disembarking, Dhinor sends a message to the rest of his crew.

'Crewmates - before we disembark to this frosty poison planet, it would be worthwhile to meet to discuss how to proceed. Please meet me in the common room before we depart the ship. Im on my way there now.'

conor222

Alex packs up his gear and slings it on his back. Small population, a ruling class and a king, this should be interesting. He thinks back to dealing with the bureaucracy of such places from his time peacekeeping. King on a small icecube where everyone's stuck indoors most of the time? Yeah, this wont be an issue, he thinks sarcastically.
Getting Dhinor's message he heads towards the common room to make a plan of how to approach the situation.

OldGoat

Nestor packs her gear, including the air-conditioner and has it taken to the storage bay for unloading. She then finds the ships medic and requests additional information on the atmospheric neurotoxin and how it will affect the different members of her party. She also asks the medic for some extra filters to keep in her medpack.

Afterwards, on her way to meet with the others she pauses outside the captains quarters she checks that she is alone then she very quickly scribes a tiny, almost invisible 3 word poem on the lintel above the door. It reads
"Dhinor woz 'ere."

Banjo

Evan leaves his bag open on his bunk and as quietly as possible says
"I know you're there. I saw what you did to the gun. I'm going to turn my back and count to ten and then close the bag without looking, if you want to come to Walston with us get in. If not, well I'll see you around old friend."
He hears nothing but counts it out, packs his bags and heads towards common room, along the way stopping to bow, grasping Dagonet firmly by the elbow in a warrior shake.
"En gjest skal avreise - Velkommen blir uvelkommen, hvis han for lenge fortsetteri andres hus. Thank you for the lift captain. I wish you well on your long journey to Mora. I can only apologise for not making more time to pollute your gene pool, but such are the pressures of our starfaring lives, my sweet." Instead, she gets a shoulder bump and his best salute which isn't too shabby for someone not in the service.

He takes a seat in the common room, shotgun leaning on a crossed knee.
"Can we make this quick? The crew have a lot of stars to jump to and universes to murder before they reach their destination, I think we've imposed enough."

jasonb

Glenn packs his belongings, ensuring he double-checks his air filters after the Captain’s warning.

He makes his way to the common room and finds the rest of the crew already there.

“Hello everyone! So good to have finally arrived at our destination. I’d like to take this moment to say that I will do everything I can help help our team fulfill its goal. I have one question - what are our roles in this mission? For example, we know of Nestor’s medical experience, and I have experience as a Scout, but what of the rest? Who will be our Captain for example?”

OOC: Droyne have a strong sense of collective team work and a group outlook, with each member having a clear function and role in the group.

Mollyb60

Verne suits up in his combat gear, packs his few things and makes his way to the common room. He passes by engineering on the way and thanks all the crew there for their time and patience over the journey.

Necro

Bakleth grabs some extra air filters from the medics, although death doesn't concern him. He makes sure his equipment is all in order, and checks his doll is still on his person before making his way to the comms room as the puny human requested.

He notices the Aslan and takes up a position on the other side of the room. Working with such a creature could be... difficult. But he has accepted his lot in life, to be judged insane by all he meets.
Maybe it's time to act that way too, he thinks to himself.

Baggly

Dhinor accepts Glenns welcome with a firm but warm handshake.

'Pleasure to meet you Glenn. Glad to have you on the crew.'

Dhinor surveys the area in the common room that the crew are occupying. An.....interesting crew. Its hard to see how they would all work together. But needs must....

'Ill start then. Im a navy man. Im a fighter. I was once a pilot but my skills in that realm have long been forgotten. I am a good judge of character and loyal to those who show me loyalty. If one of ye wishes to lead, ill support the strongest claim - but i want to hear a firm plan on what we will be doing and where we will be going. I wont follow a fool who wanders haphazardly across the galaxy.'

He looks at each of his crewmates in the eyes as he says this. Weighing their responses and reactions to what he is saying.

The crew seem fine and certainly, all skilled in their own area of expertise, but whom amongst them wished to lead, Dhinor wondered.

conor222

Alex speaks up
"Well I'm ex-army. Came thorough the academy and have seen my fair share of conflict. I've commanded teams in ground wars, managed diplomatic systems and peacekeeping missions, so I am used to leading in that capacity. I'm happy to head up missions, assess the most tactical military responses and deal with local authorities. That being said, I'll leave the big picture stuff to someone else. I learnt a long time ago that those in positions of power do not like people like me running the show. But be warned, I wont think twice about calling any of you out on it if I think you're ****ing it up."

Necro

Bakleth speaks from the corner.

'Bakleth works best alone. Bakleth would not be good candidate for leader. Perhaps the meat pleasurer would be good choice? Bakleth learned new things from meat pleasurer already.'

Baggly

Dhinor frowns and turns to Bakleth.

'Meat pleasurer? What do you mean, friend?'

Dhinor hopes its something getting lost in translation.

OldGoat

"Leaders don't always have good plans and good plans don't have to come from leaders. I follow good plans."
I return to decorating my filter, making it look like a teeth bared, growling maw with some neon pens I pilfered from engineering.

Banjo

Evan clears his throat.
"Hi all. I haven't really introduced myself. My name is Ross-Juan, but you can call me RJ. I'm not sure why the Scouts asked me to come on this mission, truth be told I thought this was my mother arranging yet another date to try to marry upwards so I can get her off Tyrfing and into a nice condo on Gram, but given the lack of proposals so far I'm starting to realise that that is not the case.

I don't know what skills I can offer the team - I studied engineering, mostly electronics in relation to power generation and dissipation, and I guess in a pinch I could fly a ship or drive a landcruiser but I've spent the last few years just wandering haphazardly across the galaxy." He fixes Dhinor with a steely stare. "So I guess that makes me Captain."

Necro

Pter wrote: »

Dhinor frowns and turns to Bakleth.

'Meat pleasurer? What do you mean, friend?'

Dhinor hopes its something getting lost in translation.

Bakleth shrugs and looks at RJ

'Bakleth smelled RJ pleasuring some meat. Bakleth thought it was some sort of human mating ritual.

Bakleth tried to use the tactic and got threatened by gun. Maybe it only works for humans? Bakleth still confused.'

Baggly

Necrominus wrote: »

Bakleth shrugs and looks at Evan.

'Bakleth smelled Evan pleasuring some meat. Bakleth thought it was some sort of human mating ritual.

Bakleth tried to use the tactic and got threatened by gun. Maybe it only works for humans? Bakleth still confused.'

Dhinor looks from Bakleth to Evan/RJ, his expression changing from worried to stern as he does.

'Care to explain, RJ?'

Dhinor cares not one jot for Evans' steely expression. It will take more than that to intimidate Dhinor Pira.

Banjo

"Explain what?"

Mollyb60

Verne rolls his eyes at the surge of testosterone in the room. Let the humans work it out amongst themselves. He stands quietly at the back of the room and observes.

Necro

Bakleth looks at Dhinor now.

'Ah, now Bakleth remembers. It was Dhinor who ate RJ's pleasured meat. Bakleth thought it odd. But Bakleth does not know human customs. Is this what humans do before they copulate?

Did you share the meat with Dagonet? Bakleth is interested in this custom and how to perfect it.'

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

"Explain what?"

'Bakleth is saying you 'pleasured meat' recently. Perhaps its a feat you want to tell us about to aid your claim to the captaincy?'

Necrominus wrote: »

Bakleth looks at Dhinor now.

'Ah, now Bakleth remembers. It was Dhinor who ate RJ's pleasured meat. Bakleth thought it odd. But Bakleth does not know human customs. Is this what humans do before they copulate?

Did you share the meat with Dagonet? Bakleth is interested in this custom and how to perfect it.'

'You are mistaken Bakleth; Dagonet is a vegetarian, and i only ate vegetarian food prepared by her chef.'

'If RJ did indeed pleasure meat, this is not a human custom i am familiar with. I think, in fact it was an attemped insult to me, since RJ seems displeased with me.'

Dhinor isnt happy with the meat revelation, if it was true. That Evan/RJ person seems sketchy and out for himself only. Dhinor can work with people who want to work with him. He has no interest in humouring someone who is acting like an eccentric adolescent, however.

'What say ye, Glenn? Who do you read as a good leader. And what say you of the meat pleasurer? Is he on the level and being true with us?'