[color=silver][h1][center]In the News[/center][/h1][/color] [color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Galley[/b][/center][/color] [color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color] [color=silver][center][i]The Crew is on their way to Silverhold for a mission and start prepping.[/i][/center][/color] [center] [table] [row] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360043][img] https://i.imgur.com/Sy9cv6b.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360043][img] https://i.imgur.com/B3Mrhob.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360056][img] https://i.imgur.com/1mmb9CW.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360056][img] https://i.imgur.com/YULG7qv.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360069][img] https://i.imgur.com/SJOjAQi.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [/row] [/table] [/center] [indent][indent][indent] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Yule] With the Skye siblings dropped off, the ship was noticeably more quiet, especially the morning. The crew sat around the galley table to one side, as the tablet screen showed the scene on the news wave. The tablet displayed a violent scene outside of a coal mine, where swarms of people held chains and pipes and two-by-fours were chanting, some firing weapons in the air. A smattering of fires burned in the background, including what looked like a police vehicle “At least fourteen are confirmed dead and several more wounded as riots continue to break out at the Black Burrow Mine causing Mulligan Industries to call for additional aid to contain the situation. Gideon Barnet, CFO of Mulligan Industries is still being held hostage, though no ransom has been demanded. Local sheriff, Jethro Perkins had this to add:” “We still don’t have a motive to what sparked this revolt –” The camera cut to sheriff Perkins, a robust-looking man in his early sixties wearing a policeman’s uniform typical of the rim, if not tidier than most. His brown shirt was well pressed, his gray stetson was angled slightly towards the front of his forehead, About the only thing disheveled, if you could call it that, was the tin star pinned to his chest that was slightly askew. “But we’re looking to bring in a few people for questioning.” The camera panned to a series of black and white photographs as the sheriff rattled off names. The last photo was in color and depicted a tall man with long, wavy hair wearing a pair of fatigues, a crossbow slung over his left shoulder. “Kinneas Reed, the reported ring leader, is believed to be behind the kidnapping of Mr. Barnet. My men have orders to shoot on sight.” Serena stopped picking the marshmallow bits out of Vas’ cereal to stare at the image on the screen, before the reporter came back on screen. “There are some locals who believe Reed, who comes from a mining family himself, started the conflict as a way to quell the competition spurred by the Mulligan Mining Industry, but it’s important to note he is considered extremely dangerous. It’s believed Mr. Reed’s background in the military on Valentine provided him with the know-how to be able to pull this operation off, including the capture of Gideon Barnet. The sheriff is offering a sizable reward for assistance in this matter. In the meantime, all the citizens of Black Burrow can do is pray for peace, and an end to these riots.” Tim clicked off the report. Vas looked at his cereal and then to Serena and back at his cereal. “Do you want cereal?” He ask nonchalantly given she had been picking at it from the moment he poured it. “No,” she said, taking his spoon. “Just the marshmallows.” “You planning on eating anything other than my marshmallow?” Vas asked dryly. “Nuh uh.” She replied, moving aside the dull, boring brown bits in favor of a pink heart. Vas slid the cereal under Serena. “I’ll make myself something else.” He said getting up. “And that ladies and gentleman is the shitstorm we are being paid to walk through.” Jago announced walked in with a yawn refilling his cup. “Stealing your cereal again?” He asked the young punk who was scrambling an egg. “Shhh I don’t even like cereal but she'll forget and keep munching on it.” Vas whispered. “You're guna burn them eggs …” Jago warned. “No I ain’t … Am I?” Vas said taking a closer look at the eggs in the pan. “I swear to God kid you a living crime aginst the culinary arts.” Jago huffed taking over before he filled galley with some kind of oddball smell. If water could burn that kid would burn it. Vas watched with keen interest as Jago attempted to save the eggs and after watching him turn a knob, add this and that, Vas had a plate of pretty nice looking eggs. “Gorram witchcraft is what that was. Thank you!” He said taking his plate back to the take. “Yea ‘cept you try to stone me and I’ll shoot you.” Jago said moving to work on his own breakfast. “So we being paid to stop a bunch of ornery miners?” Vas asked mouth full. “No, we’re there to extract the VIP they got hostage. You’ll know how it is that far out, Alliance is a slow-moving machine that runs on paperwork, red tape, and bureaucracy. That's why folk like us exist.” “What about this Reed guy, you think he’ll be a problem?” Tim asked from behind his coffee mug. Jago took a long sip thinking. “Lesse if we can pull his record. I’d prefer this not devolve into a shootout but a fella like him can make the job like this a lot harder. It may come down to how we make our approach.” Tim tapped a few buttons, with a nod, setting to work. “I’ll see if I can pull anything up on the layout of the mine while I’m at it.” “ ‘Preciate it.” Jago nodded. “Vas, you and pigtails are on gun duty, ‘member it’s a mine so low cal, no explosives. Do a mask check while you’re at it.” “Yes Captain.” The pair chimed. The smell of coffee and eggs got Doc's stomach grumbling. She pushed away from the table and headed over to the coffee pot to pour a cup. "Guess I'll be packing for worst case" she said to the Captain as she began mentally inventorying the trauma supplies she'll need to prep. Given the state of the place and the body count that's already amassed, keeping that VIP alive might turn into a messy prospect. She grabbed a fork as she made her way back to her seat. As she stepped behind Vas and Serena, she stabbed at a bit of egg still on the punk's plate and popped it in her mouth. "Heeeeeeey!" Vas whined. Doc shrugged sheepishly with a smirk. "Smelled good." "Kinda the point!" The punk said put out. "Hopefully it won't come to that." Jago mulled, ignoring the antics of the crew. Serena brought the cereal bowl to the sink to give it a quick rinse, wiping it and her hands dry with a nearby dish towel. “We’re looking at about a jump of about 60 hours, give or take,” Tim calculated, "but I’ll try and shave off as much as I can.” "Do what you can." Jago nodded as he watched Vas trying to defend against Doc's persistent attack against his eggs. [/indent][/indent][/indent]