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@1Hawkeyes@King Tai Guess it's my turn now huh? (Sorry about the delay by the way, last couple days have been a bit crazy) I'm heading to bed shortly, and when I get up I'll get my post finished before I head out!
@Silver Carrot Damn, I'll be sorry to see you go, but you gotta do what you gotta do, so I understand completely. Good luck in your future endeavors and I'll pm you shortly to talk Taleste's exit.
@Rultaos Yeah, you got it. Steel plates go on the walls, extra reinforcement to keep any weapons from punching a hole in the ship. Next post I'll probably do as you suggested, skip ahead past them working.
@iTem Got the message! Didn't get a chance to check it out last time I was online, just about to give it a look now!
@iTem Got the message! Didn't get a chance to check it out last time I was online, just about to give it a look now!
@iTem@Gardevoiran So tonight I learned that I shouldn't check the site on my phone while I'm out with my friends. Or at least, if I do, I should set some kind of reminder of what page was on or who posted last because apparently I totally missed iTem's offer of making a new engineer character. On that note, SAL hasn't had a whole lot to do, so he's filling in as the engineer for now, but PM me the engineer character's CS anyway. I'm interested in what you have in mind. As for Tibulus (or more specifically, his robot-making skills), maybe the robot could fill in as a doctor until we get someone to step into the role?
@Rultaos So just like me missing iTem's offer of throwing a new character into the fray, I also missed your reply about the Discord thing, I'm pretty much in the school of thought that you brought up, in that it'd be convenient for sure, but activity in the OOC here would probably die off, and I think we've all been pretty good for communication. And hey, it's always an option in the future if people feel like we need it. Thanks for the suggestion anyway @Shard!
@Rultaos So just like me missing iTem's offer of throwing a new character into the fray, I also missed your reply about the Discord thing, I'm pretty much in the school of thought that you brought up, in that it'd be convenient for sure, but activity in the OOC here would probably die off, and I think we've all been pretty good for communication. And hey, it's always an option in the future if people feel like we need it. Thanks for the suggestion anyway @Shard!
@Xandrya
After finishing up his breakfast, Grayson cleaned up a little and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Amy wasn't in their room when he walked in. As much as he wanted to stay and talk this out with her, he knew Benny would be waiting on him, so instead he walked over to the desk, pulled out a notepad and quickly scribbled a note:
'Ames,
Hope you feel better, although I know there was something still bugging you, maybe we could talk about that tonight? I really wanted to say this in person, but Stryker's given me a job to do- turning part of the gym into a firing range, I'll be there if you need anything love.
He flicked on the small lamp and left the water bottle and his note within the small circle of light, hoping it would draw her attention, he headed out for the gym.
@Rultaos
He had a few minutes to size up the gym and start shoving things aside before Benny returned with tools.
"So, Foreman Grayson, how're we gaunnie turn this gym inta' a range worthy o' dangerous bastarts like us?"
"Well, don't really have a ton of room do we?" he said as he looked from corner to corner, sizing up the room "I mean, honestly, how big is this room end ta end- 30 feet? If that? Won't be much of a marksman's range that's fer sure. Stryker said there was steel plating down in cargo we could bolt to the walls, but dependin' on the ammo bein' used, no tellin' what could happen, could bounce right back off it, or blow right through it, and the wall behind it. No, think our bes' bet is to get ahold of a roll of insu-gel next time we hit port, ya ever seen that? Low-cost insulatin' material they use in prefab homes on th' colonies. Think they use it as a base fer the rubber rooms in asylums too. We put the steel plating up as backing, stick a couple layers of the insu-gel on, fasten it into place and then it's off to the races. Could even grab a stack of those paper targets, stick 'em right to the gel."
@Shard@Gardevoiran
"Alright kid, well I'll let you know when it's all ready. Enjoy the food, I'm gonna head on over, help the guys out."
He nodded in farewell at Willow and started to walk away, he hadn't even made it to the door of the gym mere paces away when a beep sounded from the datapad in his pocket. He almost didn't recognize it, having gone so long without that annoyingly loud tone piercing his eardrums. It was the signal of an incoming transmission from the Alliance. He acknowledged the hail and proceeded up to his quarters to answer the transmission from his private terminal.
An old familiar face, though not necessarily a welcome one, filled the screen.
"How you doing Stryker?"
"Dawson" Stryker said simply, trying to keep the disgust from showing on his face.
"Aww, don't give me that buddy, I know it's been a while, but things are movin' slow all across the galaxy right now. It's a long, long game of chess, and sometimes you have no other choice but to nudge the fucking pawns forward, space by space."
"I'm surprised you know what chess is... what do you want?"
"Oh, just a courtesy call to tell you that we've got another recruit for your merry band of degenerates. Even wrangled together a supply drop for ya out of the kindness of my heart." Stryker couldn't help but flash a smile at that, it was always satisfying to see the hatred between them was mutual.
"Transmitting the dossier now. We dropped him and the supplies with our agent on Laredo, in the Miranoi Cluster. According to the GPS tracking on the Revenant, seems like you're only an hour or so away from that system. No other orders right now, but if you keep within transmission range, that could change soon. Dawson out."
As the screen went black, Stryker leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes, letting the frustrations of being left adrift wash over him. As much as he hated being, as Dawson had put it, a fucking pawn, he was actually wishing for orders, just for a bit of action to bring some excitement into his life. He sat forward and thought for a moment about Rokarr, what Sol had said to him, and remembered his silent resolve. The action would come soon enough, one way or another. As he composed himself, he opened up a comms line to Tibulus in the cockpit.
"Got some coordinates for ya Tibulus. Before you ask, no, not a mission, just a pickup. Laredo, Miranoi Cluster."
After finishing up his breakfast, Grayson cleaned up a little and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Amy wasn't in their room when he walked in. As much as he wanted to stay and talk this out with her, he knew Benny would be waiting on him, so instead he walked over to the desk, pulled out a notepad and quickly scribbled a note:
'Ames,
Hope you feel better, although I know there was something still bugging you, maybe we could talk about that tonight? I really wanted to say this in person, but Stryker's given me a job to do- turning part of the gym into a firing range, I'll be there if you need anything love.
He flicked on the small lamp and left the water bottle and his note within the small circle of light, hoping it would draw her attention, he headed out for the gym.
@Rultaos
He had a few minutes to size up the gym and start shoving things aside before Benny returned with tools.
"So, Foreman Grayson, how're we gaunnie turn this gym inta' a range worthy o' dangerous bastarts like us?"
"Well, don't really have a ton of room do we?" he said as he looked from corner to corner, sizing up the room "I mean, honestly, how big is this room end ta end- 30 feet? If that? Won't be much of a marksman's range that's fer sure. Stryker said there was steel plating down in cargo we could bolt to the walls, but dependin' on the ammo bein' used, no tellin' what could happen, could bounce right back off it, or blow right through it, and the wall behind it. No, think our bes' bet is to get ahold of a roll of insu-gel next time we hit port, ya ever seen that? Low-cost insulatin' material they use in prefab homes on th' colonies. Think they use it as a base fer the rubber rooms in asylums too. We put the steel plating up as backing, stick a couple layers of the insu-gel on, fasten it into place and then it's off to the races. Could even grab a stack of those paper targets, stick 'em right to the gel."
@Shard@Gardevoiran
"Alright kid, well I'll let you know when it's all ready. Enjoy the food, I'm gonna head on over, help the guys out."
He nodded in farewell at Willow and started to walk away, he hadn't even made it to the door of the gym mere paces away when a beep sounded from the datapad in his pocket. He almost didn't recognize it, having gone so long without that annoyingly loud tone piercing his eardrums. It was the signal of an incoming transmission from the Alliance. He acknowledged the hail and proceeded up to his quarters to answer the transmission from his private terminal.
An old familiar face, though not necessarily a welcome one, filled the screen.
"How you doing Stryker?"
"Dawson" Stryker said simply, trying to keep the disgust from showing on his face.
"Aww, don't give me that buddy, I know it's been a while, but things are movin' slow all across the galaxy right now. It's a long, long game of chess, and sometimes you have no other choice but to nudge the fucking pawns forward, space by space."
"I'm surprised you know what chess is... what do you want?"
"Oh, just a courtesy call to tell you that we've got another recruit for your merry band of degenerates. Even wrangled together a supply drop for ya out of the kindness of my heart." Stryker couldn't help but flash a smile at that, it was always satisfying to see the hatred between them was mutual.
"Transmitting the dossier now. We dropped him and the supplies with our agent on Laredo, in the Miranoi Cluster. According to the GPS tracking on the Revenant, seems like you're only an hour or so away from that system. No other orders right now, but if you keep within transmission range, that could change soon. Dawson out."
As the screen went black, Stryker leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes, letting the frustrations of being left adrift wash over him. As much as he hated being, as Dawson had put it, a fucking pawn, he was actually wishing for orders, just for a bit of action to bring some excitement into his life. He sat forward and thought for a moment about Rokarr, what Sol had said to him, and remembered his silent resolve. The action would come soon enough, one way or another. As he composed himself, he opened up a comms line to Tibulus in the cockpit.
"Got some coordinates for ya Tibulus. Before you ask, no, not a mission, just a pickup. Laredo, Miranoi Cluster."
@iTem I didn't think font could be that small xD
@Shard It was supposed to be tonight, however it will unfortunately have to be pushed to tomorrow because until about 15 minutes ago I had completely forgotten that I've got to have my car at the garage by noon tomorrow (weather-permitting since it's an hour and a half drive over to the dealership's garage) and at the time of this message being written, it's after 4am, so I gotta hit the sack, scrounge up 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Let me set a hard timeline for myself here: roughly 13 hours from now I should be arriving home, don't have any pressing business in the town the garage is in, if I get to go that is, the weather forecast is saying it might be a poor day, lots of snow, so if I wake up and it's looks bad, I'm gonna postpone. After getting home, I'm gonna say 2 hours tops before the post is up.
(I'll tag @superservo27 here too, since I told you in that PM I was posting before bed)
@Shard It was supposed to be tonight, however it will unfortunately have to be pushed to tomorrow because until about 15 minutes ago I had completely forgotten that I've got to have my car at the garage by noon tomorrow (weather-permitting since it's an hour and a half drive over to the dealership's garage) and at the time of this message being written, it's after 4am, so I gotta hit the sack, scrounge up 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Let me set a hard timeline for myself here: roughly 13 hours from now I should be arriving home, don't have any pressing business in the town the garage is in, if I get to go that is, the weather forecast is saying it might be a poor day, lots of snow, so if I wake up and it's looks bad, I'm gonna postpone. After getting home, I'm gonna say 2 hours tops before the post is up.
(I'll tag @superservo27 here too, since I told you in that PM I was posting before bed)
@superservo27 Yeah looks good man, welcome aboard! I'll send you a message shortly and we can talk about how to introduce you!
@Xandrya@Gardevoiran@Shard @iTem@Silver Carrot@Rultaos@BKburke
"Alright love, I'll tell 'em" Grayson said quietly when they got out in the corridor, he reached up and laid a hand on her forehead "Don't feel a fever, all the same, ya should go an lie down for a spell, I'll bring ya some water in a bit, and if ya need anythin' else, I'll have my comms open, ok?"
He squeezed her hand gently as he let go and walked away, still concerned about her and wondering what could have prompted such a sudden reaction......
He heard Tibulus speaking just as the door to the galley slid open:
"Stryker, what do you think happened to Amy...?"
Grayson, feeling their eyes snap over to him walking in, interjected quickly.
"No worries lads, jus' a bit of stomach sickness. My money's on the juice here, didn't see anyone else drinkin' it, so it's probably turned." He picked up Amy's plate and scraped the remains into the waste, then he poured out the juice left in her glass, and to be on the safe side, also emptied the rest of the carton down the sink. All of that taken care of, he sat back down and started picking at his own leftovers.
"So she's ok?" Stryker asked.
"Oh yeah, grand" he replied, halfway through a bite of toast, he swallowed and continued "I told her to go rest for a bit and I'll gonna check in on her after. I'm not too worried, if she's still a bit ill later, I'll grab somethin' from med bay to settle her."
That last bit was a lie, he was obviously worried, his mind still turning over the sequence of events again and again, trying to figure out exactly what had caused her illness.
"OK, good to hear" Stryker said before turning to the rest of the table "So as I was going to say before, I've got the strangest feeling that we're going to be mobilized soon. I know that there's been no contact from the Alliance in weeks, but I don't know, I just can't shake it, so what I'm gonna propose is we keep our skills sharp. Feels like it's been months since I held a gun, much less fired one. They really neglected to outfit the ship with a firing range, but we can rig one together pretty easily, maybe pull all the equipment in the gym off to one side, weld a few layers of steel plating against the wall for targets, is that doable Grayson?"
"Yeah, wouldn't be any issue at all." he said as he finished off his coffee.
"Ok, well after you check on Amy, maybe all of you guys can go down and get started on that? I'm gonna fix up a plate for the kid, see if he wants any."
A few minutes later, Stryker was walking down through the lower deck, towards the storage room Matija had once called her bedroom. He was carrying a covered plate with a bit of everything from breakfast on it, and a small thermos of coffee. Arriving at the door, he decided to knock, and speak through the thin metal.
"Willow? You up kid? Brought you a bit of breakfast if you want it. There's more leftovers up in the galley if this isn't enough. Oh yeah, and I know you like the quiet, so I guess I should mention that it could get a little loud down here in a while, we're converting part of the gym into a firing range, to keep everyone fresh for when we're mobilized, you could join us if you want."
"Alright love, I'll tell 'em" Grayson said quietly when they got out in the corridor, he reached up and laid a hand on her forehead "Don't feel a fever, all the same, ya should go an lie down for a spell, I'll bring ya some water in a bit, and if ya need anythin' else, I'll have my comms open, ok?"
He squeezed her hand gently as he let go and walked away, still concerned about her and wondering what could have prompted such a sudden reaction......
He heard Tibulus speaking just as the door to the galley slid open:
"Stryker, what do you think happened to Amy...?"
Grayson, feeling their eyes snap over to him walking in, interjected quickly.
"No worries lads, jus' a bit of stomach sickness. My money's on the juice here, didn't see anyone else drinkin' it, so it's probably turned." He picked up Amy's plate and scraped the remains into the waste, then he poured out the juice left in her glass, and to be on the safe side, also emptied the rest of the carton down the sink. All of that taken care of, he sat back down and started picking at his own leftovers.
"So she's ok?" Stryker asked.
"Oh yeah, grand" he replied, halfway through a bite of toast, he swallowed and continued "I told her to go rest for a bit and I'll gonna check in on her after. I'm not too worried, if she's still a bit ill later, I'll grab somethin' from med bay to settle her."
That last bit was a lie, he was obviously worried, his mind still turning over the sequence of events again and again, trying to figure out exactly what had caused her illness.
"OK, good to hear" Stryker said before turning to the rest of the table "So as I was going to say before, I've got the strangest feeling that we're going to be mobilized soon. I know that there's been no contact from the Alliance in weeks, but I don't know, I just can't shake it, so what I'm gonna propose is we keep our skills sharp. Feels like it's been months since I held a gun, much less fired one. They really neglected to outfit the ship with a firing range, but we can rig one together pretty easily, maybe pull all the equipment in the gym off to one side, weld a few layers of steel plating against the wall for targets, is that doable Grayson?"
"Yeah, wouldn't be any issue at all." he said as he finished off his coffee.
"Ok, well after you check on Amy, maybe all of you guys can go down and get started on that? I'm gonna fix up a plate for the kid, see if he wants any."
A few minutes later, Stryker was walking down through the lower deck, towards the storage room Matija had once called her bedroom. He was carrying a covered plate with a bit of everything from breakfast on it, and a small thermos of coffee. Arriving at the door, he decided to knock, and speak through the thin metal.
"Willow? You up kid? Brought you a bit of breakfast if you want it. There's more leftovers up in the galley if this isn't enough. Oh yeah, and I know you like the quiet, so I guess I should mention that it could get a little loud down here in a while, we're converting part of the gym into a firing range, to keep everyone fresh for when we're mobilized, you could join us if you want."
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