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Frontier – [ Full || Sci-Fi || Firefly-Inspired ]

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Frontier – [ Full || Sci-Fi || Firefly-Inspired ]

Jinxy and Amir and Beth
Cargo Bay -> Engine Room

As Jinxy went through the on-ship computer, she frowned heavily and ran her hand through her hair. What a ship to pick. Possible deadly cargo. Jinxy had not been born ship-side, so having a cargo of space sickness was the last thing she wanted anywhere near her. Things here were getting dangerous. On the plus side, more of the secondary systems still worked! There was that. She could focus on the damned engine, and patch up a few things, but they would have air.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Amir and the intercom. She jolted up and ran to the cargo bay, and almost right into the aforementioned captain. “Am… I mean Captain. There’s something I gotta tell you, about this damned ship the cargo,” she said, not even bothering to ask him how his trip had gone. Right now, there was a bit more of a pressing matter.

The captain’s ever-present smile slipped a bit in surprise. Amir rolled up his sleeves and, with his face set in a serious, stoic expression, asked, “What’s up with it?” A few seconds later, almost as an afterthought, he turned around – looking for Angel.
“Watch the shipment. Thieves aplenty on Logan,” he said, returning his full attention to Jinxy.

Jinxy fished the journal out of her pocket and handed it to Amir. “The last crew got space sickness, all except two. The previous captain is pretty sure that it was the cargo. We’re carrying canisters of the gorram shit.” She frowned. “Previous captain told us to destroy the canisters.”

“Amen to that idea,” Amir said. His right, human hand was fisted in the pocket of his trousers, leaving the journal to his infallible mechanical one to hold. Even so, the tremor that ran up his spine and the pale cast that had overtaken his cheeks were plain to see. “Hate the idea of it, star-sick, space-sick, whatever they call it... Show me the canisters?” He sounded almost reluctant.

“What’s wrong?” The pilot’s voice sounded from the edge of the cargo ramp.

“Space sickness in our cargo hold,” Amir answered promptly without even turning around. “Ie. We’re fucked and have a terrible choice in ships.”

“Most likely space-sickness. Was about to show Amir where the canisters are. You wanna join, oh nameless one?” Jinxy turned to look at the pilot and raised her eyebrow at the pilot. “And it was her idea to pick this one. I wanted a different one but oooh no, higher security was a risk, or something like that.”

“Well first the name is Beth. Second Space-sickness, that bad.” Beth frowned. They finally had a name for her, and man… was Beth common. “Right show away, I guess.”

“Well luckily it is right here in the gorram cargo hold, so just follow me or something like that.” Jinxy shrugged and sighed, turning around and leading them to the now relocked box. “That’s odd. Maybe Trish figured it was best to reseal it. But there should be nineteen canisters of the gorram stuff in this crate.”

Amir quirked his head, curiously, crouching down to try and unlock the box through conventional means. He pulled a bobby pin out of his hair from where it sat, tucked behind his ear. “Nineteen?”

“When they picked it up one was damaged. I figure that is how the original crew got into contact with it. They didn’t know what was it in when they picked it up. However, I didn’t get a count before. I wanted to know what it was before we started going through it. Captain’s log said they had nineteen, so I’m hoping that is how many is in there.” Jinxy watched Amir with interest. She’d have to remember that trick for later. She noticed his left arm was moving a bit sluggish. “Do you want me to take a look at your arm later?”

Amir paused, looking down at his gloved hand contemplatively. “If you promise not to break it,” he said, with a slightly weaker grin. After one hard shove, the container clicked open, and the captain tucked the pin back behind his ear in dusty curls.

“I’d probably leave it in better shape than when you got it,” she retorted and grinned, which quickly disappeared when the container clicked open.

“Okay… quick count, quick count…” The moment when Amir realised that there were only eighteen canisters in the chest was obvious. His fingertips nearly brushed them as he recounted more slowly, carefully. “Anyone else seeing this?”

“Shit. I didn’t get a count before, maybe one was missing before?” Jinxy frowned. She didn’t want to think about it, but Trish had seemed mighty curious in the canisters early. Would she really? No. No, of course not! She had given her word right? But… only not to open them. Jinxy felt her heart drop a bit.

“Really,” Amir intoned dryly, running an exhausted hand along the back of his neck. “Another one was missing, and nobody thought to write it in the logs.”

“Well how long was it docked?” Beth didn’t seem too disturbed by the whole thing.

“Ship’s logs says it’s been at least six months since it docked and was abandoned.” Jinxy frowned. “But… why only steal one? Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. She… augh! I told her not to!”

“Yes, because she seems like the type to follow orders.” If it were any less serious, Amir looked like he would have rolled his eyes there. “I do not want to catch star-sickness, please, because one of the down-and-outs I picked up on Godwin is a nutcase.”

Jinxy was feeling sick to her stomach at this point. She was starting to trust Trish, and then this? What the hell was the bomber thinking? Of course, it was a bit obvious Trish didn’t really seem to have regard for anyone but herself. “I don’t think she kept it here. She mentioned she was going off ship. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now?”

“Wonderful, fucking wonderful.” Amir let the container fall closed and relocked it. “You two – are you in favour of jettisoning these canisters?”

“All for it. I know I’m sure as hell not immune, and the last thing I want is to lose who I am.” Jinxy frowned, biting her lip a bit.

“Well wouldn’t it be better to do more than just jettison the canisters? I mean open them in space so the sickness just goes out into space and isn’t collectable by some other crazy fool?”

Amir looked at Beth like she’d grown a second head, or maybe like she actually had star-sickness. “Who the hell would volunteer for that? Hint: not me. I’m not stupid, and I didn’t make it this long in the ‘Verse to die here.”

“Are you volunteering Beth, because I think only you’d be up to doing it.” Jinxy sighed. She had no intentions of dying. There was still plenty to do and honestly, last thing she wanted was to pretty much go insane.

“Well I was born ship side.” Beth paled a bit, maybe at the idea of opening the canisters. “Unless anyone else on the ship was it’d have to be me. The hard part would be cleaning my space suit before getting back on the ship so I don’t bring any of the sickness back with me. I don’t know how well just being out in space would kill it.”

“If only we had a doctor on board, some kind of biologist. Four criminals, and none of them’s a Black Market organ dealer?” Amir shook his head. “Maybe Trish’ll be willing to rig it to explode for us.”

“Given the fact she just stole one of them? She’s the last person I’d friggen trust with explosives right now,” Jinxy spat out venomously. She leaned against the wall and frowned. “Augh, I need to fix something, get my mind off of all this.” She looked at Amir. “Willing to let me look at your arm now?”

“Of course. We’ll have wait ‘til Trish’s back on the ship anyway,” Amir said, taking a seat on one of the other cargo containers – thankfully not the one with probable death inside. “Shirt on or off?” He was already peeling off his gloves.

“Well on that note, I’m going to go to the cockpit. Have fun.” Beth walked off. Amir waved.

“Well, let’s take this back to my place. Got all my tools and goodies there. As for the shirt, up to you. As long as it won’t get in the way, you can keep it on.” Jinxy was personally wishing a little for him to have to take it off, but she wouldn’t hold her breath.

Amir shrugged, and started up towards the engine room, unbuttoning his shirt halfway down and sticking his mechanical arm and metal shoulder joint out of it. So, there was a god. From his time out on the desert world, a steady stream of sand trickled down it, finally freed. “It’s a bit of a mess, word of warning. Sand gets everywhere.”

“Yeah, I figured. It’s probably gummed up the inside of your arm.” Jinxy sat down and pulled out her toolkit and opened it. All the tools were in exquisite shape for someone who was on the run from the law. She paused for a moment, and in that moment Amir could make out a faint etching of a name on the outside of the toolkit, Melissa. However, Jinxy clipped it closed and put it away. “Hold out your arm for me please?”

Amir did as asked, remarkably good at following orders. Some more fine sand slipped out as the wires and bolts crunched in new directions, leaving new spaces.

Jinxy pulled on a set of goggles and leaned in, and started gently taking apart the outer casing and looked inside. “Yeesh, sand really does get everywhere. You’re going to need a shower after I’m done with you.” She let out a giggle and got up and started digging around in her bag. Out came a small brush as well as some new bolts. “If I do anything you’re uncomfortable with, just let me know,” she said, and went to work.

Amir shrugged nonchalantly with only one shoulder. “I grew up in a brothel. I guarantee uncomfortable’s nothing new.”

“Really? No wonder you said it took more than minor flirting to make you blush. Guess I gotta up my game.” Jinxy smirked a bit as she continued to work on cleaning his arm. “How did getting the parts go?”

“I have about half of the stuff on the list – eh, left-hand side’s pocket. Scored out what we’ve got and the rest will come in the next few days.”

“Are you encouraging me to go through your pants? I’ll just look it over later, and get started with what you did get later. Right now gotta focus on this.” She looked at the bolts and frowned. “When was the last time someone looked at your arm? Like this I mean. I don’t wanna hear about any sexual encounters with your arm.”

Amir closed his mouth, which had already been half-forming some sexual reference. “Fifteen years? I had a tune-up when I was twenty, but I presume that doesn’t count because it was just a guy on the ship.”

“Are you saying you haven't let anyone look at it since you had it installed? No wonder it looks so sad.”

“No one offered,” Amir said uncomfortably. So much for being immune to that. Then, a little defensively: “I did some installing of the upgrades myself.”

“Well, I will say this. You’re a shit mechanic. Best leave it to someone who knows what they’re doing.” She set a handful of worn bolts off to the side, and went about replacing them. Amir half-sagged when the arm lost some of its supporting structure. “It’s not that bad, just, wear and tear y’know. Luckily, nothing needs replacing too badly, besides the bolts.” She looked up at him and paused. “Sorry. That comment was a little out of line.”

“I am a shit mechanic, it’s true,” he said easily, visibly relaxing a little. Relaxing enough to admit, “The barcode’s superglued on because I couldn’t get it to fit properly.”

“I see. Well not much I can do about that now. However, in the future, I hope you’ll count on me to keep your arm up to date, and not resort to glue. Got it?” She fastened back on the outer case and looked at him.

“Got it. Take it that means you’re sticking around?” He had a victorious grin plastered across his face.

That grin was going to be her death. She knew it. He could smile at her and she’d probably follow him to hell. Ugh. What was wrong with her!? She never got this moony over guys. She looked away from him, trying to hid her blush. “I got nothing better to do than to keep your arm in shape and fix this ship… so yeah, I guess so.”

“Grand,” he said. There was a pause, where he looked like he was about to say something else – maybe something profound and cheesy – but instead, he ended up with, “When we all inevitably catch space-sickness from Trish’s dastardly plan, you’re my favourite, so I’ll make sure to infect you first.”

Jinxy felt her face flush red and paused. “Well as long as you do it in a rather fun way, I’ll forgive you for getting me sick.” She turned to look at him, still a bit red.

If it were even possible, Amir grinned wider. “Naturally.” Yup, that grin was going to be her death. Just put it on her tombstone: ‘Killed by smarmy ass grin.’

“Good.”

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Birth Name: Lady Adriana Sona Pavlina Láska

Other Names: Ana, Adri, Addy (Only her late brother called her Addy), Sona

Gender: Female

Age: 18 years of age, of marriage age

Rank/Titles/Social Class: Adriana was born very much so a Lady, and has always been such. Upper-class.

Appearance:

Adriana

Adriana is of average height, standing at five foot four, or 162.5 centimeters. She has long curly brown hair that she usually pins up into a bun, or braids and then pins up. She usually is seen wearing long dresses with many layers of petticoats, high button up boots, a fashionable jacket over her dress, and a wide brimmed hat and a pair of gloves.

Examples of clothing

She is of a slender build, being as she is noble, she does not tend to eat much. She is also in good physical shape, being an avid fencer in her spare time. She does have a small scar on her back left shoulder, but she does not like discussing it or showing it. However, due to how she dresses, no one knows it is there.

Personality: Adriana is a fairly easy person to get along with, gifted in the art of small talk. She is use to conversing with people from all walks of life, and is use to wandering the streets of Prague and finding interesting people to talk with. Adriana is very interested in the paranormal, which is part of the reason why she is part of Ianus Congreatio, besides having her own talent.
For greatest loves, she has much love for the works of fiction, especially one by another young woman. She loves the dark tales from the Americas, and eats up the Macabre. She also loves fencing, calling it an art. She is a master, but does not get to use her skills often, since ‘Ladies do not fight.’
For greatest hates, Adriana hates frauds, criminals, her father, and sweets. For some odd reason she has never found a fondness for sweets that the others of her gender seem to have. As for her father, he use to parade around as a psychic, and made even more money off of people. As Adriana’s own talents developed in secrets, she grew to resent her father.
Adriana is firmly Catholic, which is at odds with her talents and her paranormal knowledge. She is never seen without a cross on her person, and always has a bible tucked away on her person. As for her worldview, she does have a bit of her nose in the air, having been born in the highest rung of society, but is having a bit of change of heart since joining Ianus Congreatio and meeting more people from all walks of life. She is a little snooty at times, but she is working on it.

Psychic Talent: Adriana can read the history of an object by touching it. However, what of what she can read in the history of the object can be rather random. This manifested itself when she was around seven years of age, and she touched a purse belonging to her mother, and saw where her mother had spent the day. She has used this to her advantage, in some aspects, but found that there are times where you do not want to know an object's history. She tends to wear gloves because of this. The last time she used it to her advantage was during a marriage meeting that her parents had arranged, and she asked to see her suitor’s watch. Finding out about his many dalliances, she spurned him. She never clarified as to how she knew, but it became harder for her to hide her gift when abusing it as such. So, she limits herself to how she uses her gift now.

Skills: Adriana is a very well rounded lady, able to speak no less than three languages, play the piano, sing and also fence. She can also cross stitch with the best of them. She had to fight to learn how to fence, since her parents insisted that it was not a thing a proper young baroness would need to know. However, she was very passionate, having watched her older brother for years, and picked up the art quickly. She soon surpassed her first teacher, and moved on, becoming a master at the age of sixteen. For languages, she learned her native tongue, Czech, English and German. She does understand some French, but not enough to keep up a conversation with anyone.

Weapons/Fighting: Fencing. Adriana is a master fencer, having started when she was about seven years in age, mastering the art by the time she was sixteen. Due to this she has rather good reflexes. She also always carries an umbrella for this reason, because who would expect to be fended off by an umbrella?

History: Adriana was born into the noble house of Láska, an old noble family line in Prague. She was raised mostly by nursemaids and governesses, who taught Adriana to be a proper young lady. She was only really allowed one rebellion in her life, and that was fencing. She had grown interested in fencing after watching her older brother, Ludvik, fence. The art fascinated her, and her own brother would let her hold his sword after he was done practicing.

Adriana loved her older brother, and the two kept very little from one another. She never informed her bother of her talent, fearing she would be put away in an institute if she told him. As he was ten years older than Adriana, he was preparing for marriage when tragedy struck. He was gunned down in an alleyway for money one night after returning his fiancee to her home. The criminal stole Ludvik’s money, and his life. After this incident, which happened when Adriana was about twelve, she changed. The bright bubbly girl she had been once grew more introverted, and much more interested in the macabre and morbid things. Her pallor faded, and she became very pale.

This was changed when she turned sixteen, and after she mastered the art of fencing. Her parents did not want to have an ‘unusual’ daughter, especially not with her quickly approaching marriage age. They encouraged her to attend parties, as well as help her father with his frauds. She was disgusted with her father’s antics, but did enjoy the socialization. The color returned to her cheeks, and she started getting a bit more of a healthy life. It was through one of these parties she learned of Ianus Congreatio, and that she was not alone with her gifts. She sought them out and joined them, and has been a part of the society for a little under a year at this point.

Random: Adriana is rarely seen without a ring on her right index finger, which is in the shape of a black rose. It was a gift from her older brother, and she almost never takes it off, except to bathe. Anyone who attempts to take it off of her is promptly beat senseless with an umbrella, or a sword if they are unlucky. Her parents are pushing her into an arranged marriage, but she is not fond of the idea at this time. Marriage is for later, in her mind.
((Left like this if we chose to add existing relationship between other PC))

Frontier – [ Full || Sci-Fi || Firefly-Inspired ]

Is it time for Amir and Jinxy post? :D

Because I sure hope so!!

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Adriana Láska

Birth Name: Lady Adriana Sona Pavlina Láska

Other Names: Ana, Adri, Addy (Only her late brother called her Addy), Sona

Gender: Female

Age: 18 years of age, of marriage age

Rank/Titles/Social Class: Adriana was born very much so a Lady, and has always been such. Upper-class.

Appearance:

Adriana

Adriana is of average height, standing at five foot four, or 162.5 centimeters. She has long curly brown hair that she usually pins up into a bun, or braids and then pins up. She usually is seen wearing long dresses with many layers of petticoats, high button up boots, a fashionable jacket over her dress, and a wide brimmed hat and a pair of gloves.

Examples of clothing

She is of a slender build, being as she is noble, she does not tend to eat much. She is also in good physical shape, being an avid fencer in her spare time. She does have a small scar on her back left shoulder, but she does not like discussing it or showing it. However, due to how she dresses, no one knows it is there.

Personality: Adriana is a fairly easy person to get along with, gifted in the art of small talk. She is use to conversing with people from all walks of life, and is use to wandering the streets of Prague and finding interesting people to talk with. Adriana is very interested in the paranormal, which is part of the reason why she is part of Ianus Congreatio, besides having her own talent.
For greatest loves, she has much love for the works of fiction, especially one by another young woman. She loves the dark tales from the Americas, and eats up the Macabre. She also loves fencing, calling it an art. She is a master, but does not get to use her skills often, since ‘Ladies do not fight.’
For greatest hates, Adriana hates frauds, criminals, her father, and sweets. For some odd reason she has never found a fondness for sweets that the others of her gender seem to have. As for her father, he use to parade around as a psychic, and made even more money off of people. As Adriana’s own talents developed in secrets, she grew to resent her father.
Adriana is firmly Catholic, which is at odds with her talents and her paranormal knowledge. She is never seen without a cross on her person, and always has a bible tucked away on her person. As for her worldview, she does have a bit of her nose in the air, having been born in the highest rung of society, but is having a bit of change of heart since joining Ianus Congreatio and meeting more people from all walks of life. She is a little snooty at times, but she is working on it.

Psychic Talent: Adriana can read the history of an object by touching it. However, what of what she can read in the history of the object can be rather random. This manifested itself when she was around seven years of age, and she touched a purse belonging to her mother, and saw where her mother had spent the day. She has used this to her advantage, in some aspects, but found that there are times where you do not want to know an object's history. She tends to wear gloves because of this. The last time she used it to her advantage was during a marriage meeting that her parents had arranged, and she asked to see her suitor’s watch. Finding out about his many dalliances, she spurned him. She never clarified as to how she knew, but it became harder for her to hide her gift when abusing it as such. So, she limits herself to how she uses her gift now.

Skills: Adriana is a very well rounded lady, able to speak no less than three languages, play the piano, sing and also fence. She can also cross stitch with the best of them. She had to fight to learn how to fence, since her parents insisted that it was not a thing a proper young baroness would need to know. However, she was very passionate, having watched her older brother for years, and picked up the art quickly. She soon surpassed her first teacher, and moved on, becoming a master at the age of sixteen. For languages, she learned her native tongue, Czech, English and German. She does understand some French, but not enough to keep up a conversation with anyone.

Weapons/Fighting: Fencing. Adriana is a master fencer, having started when she was about seven years in age, mastering the art by the time she was sixteen. Due to this she has rather good reflexes. She also always carries an umbrella for this reason, because who would expect to be fended off by an umbrella?

History: Adriana was born into the noble house of Láska, an old noble family line in Prague. She was raised mostly by nursemaids and governesses, who taught Adriana to be a proper young lady. She was only really allowed one rebellion in her life, and that was fencing. She had grown interested in fencing after watching her older brother, Ludvik, fence. The art fascinated her, and her own brother would let her hold his sword after he was done practicing.

Adriana loved her older brother, and the two kept very little from one another. She never informed her bother of her talent, fearing she would be put away in an institute if she told him. As he was ten years older than Adriana, he was preparing for marriage when tragedy struck. He was gunned down in an alleyway for money one night after returning his fiancee to her home. The criminal stole Ludvik’s money, and his life. After this incident, which happened when Adriana was about twelve, she changed. The bright bubbly girl she had been once grew more introverted, and much more interested in the macabre and morbid things. Her pallor faded, and she became very pale.

This was changed when she turned sixteen, and after she mastered the art of fencing. Her parents did not want to have an ‘unusual’ daughter, especially not with her quickly approaching marriage age. They encouraged her to attend parties, as well as help her father with his frauds. She was disgusted with her father’s antics, but did enjoy the socialization. The color returned to her cheeks, and she started getting a bit more of a healthy life. It was through one of these parties she learned of Ianus Congreatio, and that she was not alone with her gifts. She sought them out and joined them, and has been a part of the society for a little under a year at this point.

Random: Adriana is rarely seen without a ring on her right index finger, which is in the shape of a black rose. It was a gift from her older brother, and she almost never takes it off, except to bathe. Anyone who attempts to take it off of her is promptly beat senseless with an umbrella, or a sword if they are unlucky. Her parents are pushing her into an arranged marriage, but she is not fond of the idea at this time. Marriage is for later, in her mind.
((Left like this if we chose to add existing relationship between other PC))

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Awesome! I'll get started on a character tonight and hopefully have them up sometime tomorrow.

Sector X (Invite only)

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Also!



THE FIRST IC POST IS UP!!! *throws confetti* Have at it!

Sector X (Invite only)

August 6th, 2012

The Director’s Office, Sector X, Floor Number One

9:30 AM

The director sits at her desk, looking over memo and files. She sighs to herself as she thinks. So many new psychic popping up at once. There were at least four cases requiring her immediate attention. One was rumors of a thief that worked near museums, one a technopath who had started garnering attention due to her actions, another a recluse, and another one with rumored animal powers.

How to handle this? Obviously, with some recruiting and outreach, but who was well suited for each mission?

She turned to her laptop and started going through the personal files. Well for a thief, who better to send than two people that were familiar with how criminals work? Also possibly someone who could trace her well... For the animal powers… maybe the one with the crows? For the technopath, Neil would work. It wasn’t his usual gig, but helping with recruiting a fellow technopath? He could do it. Maybe not alone… maybe someone who could locate people very well. For the recluse, Cassie was good at sussing out people. Also, Cassie knows when to call in for backup and who to call.

The director hit a button and the intercom for the whole building buzzed to life. “Would Miss Autumn Page, Miss Cassie Anderson, Miss Niah Bautista, Mr. Neil Maxwell, Mr. Brandon Hearne, Mr. Andor Lund, and Mr. Alex Mercede please come to the director’s office? I have missions for all of you.” The director clicked her finger off the microphone and leaned back in her chair. It was going to be a busy couple of days for these seven.

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Autumn Page

Autumn’s Office, Second Floor

Autumn had arrived early to work, having needed to file away some paperwork from her last recruitment mission. Her long hair was tied up in it’s trademark messy bun, and she was wearing a simple red v-neck and capris. She tucked a pen behind her ear as she typed away on her work issued laptop. Her last mission had been interesting, recruiting some new folks with other diplomatic related powers. Autumn was never comfortable with her position outside Sector X, since she was also liaison with some of the most powerful people in the country. She was always looking for other psychics to join in with keeping diplomatic relations between psychics and non-psychics golden.

However, being a part time diplomat beat being in jail, which was where her father was. He had finally called after almost ten years, and immediately demanded bail money. Of course Autumn had no idea how he found her, and was planning on changing her number, again. She was flattered in a way that her father was trying to keep in touch with her, but until he cleaned up and changed his ways, there was no way she was getting back in contact with him.

“Would Miss Autumn Page…” Her head snapped up as she listened. After the announcement finished she sighed. Another mission it would seem, and so soon after the last one. She pulled out a calendar and looked through it. She did have more open time, so another mission would be welcomed. She put her calendar back in her desk, and closed the laptop lid with a click. She got up and stretched for a moment and then headed towards the stairs. It seemed silly to her to take the elevator down the one floor it would take to get to the director’s office.

Once she was down the stairs, she wound the familiar path to the director’s office and knocked on the door frame.

“Come in and have a seat.” The director didn’t look up from her computer as she said this. Autumn walked in and sat down. “We will wait for the others before I give you your assignment Miss Page.”

“Of course Director.” Autumn relaxed in the chair and waited for the others to show up. Her left hand went up to touch her ear, reassuring her that her dampener was still on. Last thing she wanted was messing up the mission briefing by having something happen.

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Cassie Anderson

Seventh Floor

Cassie sipped her coffee and smiled. Two cream, no sugar, just how she liked it. The move in with Kyle had gone well, and she was happy to be back at work after spending the weekend settling into the new apartment. However, she knew that the moment's reprieve would soon be over. There was always something to do at Sector X, especially for someone with her talents.

“Would Miss Autumn Page, Miss Cassie Anderson...” Right on cue. It was time to really get to work. She picked up her trusty Smith and Wesson and tucked it into it’s holster and headed to the elevator. She pressed the down button and waited. Once the elevator dinged and opened its doors with its usual groan, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor.

Cassie took another swig of her coffee and looked around the elevator and shrugged. Empty. Just how she liked it. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened with the groan, and Cassie stepped out. She caught a glimpse of Autumn’s trademark fiery red-hair going around the corner as she got out of the elevator and sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Autumn, she thought that the younger woman was a sweet kid, but Autumn used her dampener like a crutch. She never really bothered to train with her power and that bothered Cass. They each had a gift for a reason, and for someone to never bother to learn to use it? What was the point. However, Cass knew better than to say this aloud to anyone.

She simply entered the director’s office and sat down in one of the chairs and gave a salute to the director. “Good to see you Miss Anderson. We will wait for the others before beginning,” the Director said.

“Of course Ma'am. I believe I saw a few of the others behind me.” Cass took another swig of her coffee and frowned. The empty mug stared back at her, and she set it down on the director’s desk. “Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Good.”

Sector X (Invite only)

Sorry for double post, but, if no one has other characters to add, I'm going to work on the first IC tomorrow, and maybe have it up sooner than the 3rd! Like maybe Sunday or Monday! (I am also partly stuck at home this weekend due to some car drama. Mechanic messed up a part when they changed my tires, and now it has to be replaced, so I'm driving on a spare, which caused my car to flip out a few hours ago. So yay!)

For the first post, I may pull some NPC's in for those not in Sector X. If I haven't had a chance to talk to you guys yet about set up, let me know and we can talk. If there is any other set up stuff you guys want to let me know, just say so!

I do have to say, you guys are all awesome when it came to creating your characters! I am loving them all! I mean we already got some bro-tp's going on and I can't wait to see what else develops!

Once I do get the IC started, I may also set up a Chatzy for this rp, if you'd all be okay with that?

Sector X (Invite only)

Move them over @Saltwater Thief, they are approved.

So, is anyone else joining the party, or may I start mission planning?