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Isabel "Izzy" Clemente sighed as she glared at the food processor. Malfunctioning again, it was serving raw food and live vermin. You put your life in your hands ordering a ham sandwich. Izzy was on the Red Team of the maintance crew. She worked on anything that went wrong on decks five through ten of the good ship Beset. Which meant plenty. Being Oalmacian didn't mean what it used to. Then again, neither did being Earth made.

She pried off the control panel and started to fiddle with the wires. Nothing looked wrong, but getting rats instead of cake wasn't normal. She squated down, flashing a light into the gloomy insides of the machine.

"Oh, ew," she muttered, seeing lubricant dripping down the wires. She pulled out her comlink and paged her leader. "Hey, this is Izzy. The food processor on Deck Seven, Hall Alpha-Delta-Two is leaking inside itself again. I'm going to need a mop."

"No time," Red Leader said. "A ship was just spotted. I'm sending you a list of supplies, you're on scavenger duty. Go meet with the crew leaving and make sure you get what we need."

A ship spotted? They weren't scheduled for a scavenge for another two days. She gave a little grunt as she stood up and wiped the lubricant off on her pants. Being maintance not only meant keeping her ship running, but taking parts from the many abandoned ships in space, left over from the intergalactic war 100 years ago.

"On my way," Izzy said. She grabbed her supplies and closed the control panel.

Leon Toller was kneel by one of the many machines in the engin room. He was playing loud music as he checked them for any flaws and fixed them. So far everything was running smoothly. He got off his knees and began to walk to the next machine. He look over the data. "What's this?" He asked himself. He looked over the data again. "Hmmm..." The energy it took to power the machine was on high. They weren't going very fast, so it was a problem. He bent over it and gave it a once over with his eyes and hands. "Aha!" He had found a small leak that was stopping the energy from getting to the engin. He took the proper tools from his tool box and fixed the leak. He comlink began to ring. He checked, it was a message from their leader. "Hello, sir. Fixed a leak in the engin room."

"Good. You have scavenger duty. Take it apart, make sure it works, you know the drill. Be preped and ready. Your team is waiting." The connection shut of.

"Scavenging? Now? Strange..." He walked out of the engin room and to his quarters. He shut the door and changed into baggy cargo pants and a sweatshirt. He grabbed his set of tools and walked to meet the team.

Trent's ship careened through the emptiness of space, spewing a small streak of black smoke. He wrestled with his ship's controls. His hull had been damaged by an unexpected patch of asteroids he sailed through. He had been trying to deliver his package as quickly as possible, his boss had told him it was a rush delivery.. VERY urgent.
He stood in his engine room, looking at the piece of twisted metal before him.
"Aw shit..." He said, drooping his shoulders. He decided to head back up to the bridge. He pulled off his engine room smock, leaving it in the entryway. This was the only article of clothing he wore in the privacy of his own ship; he needed protection from any sort of accident.
He would dress himself in "normal" clothing when he docked at his delivery point. IF he docked at his delivery point..

Izzy skidded to a stop at the platform. All around her, lifeforms joined in groups. She was part of the Red Team, but she waved to a few friends in the Green Team. There was a group of engineers, some security, a few scientists and at least one researcher.

"Isabel Clemente, reporting," she said, approaching her leader.

"This is a list of things we need. From the repairs we've done in the past month, we are low on various panelling, wires and essentials," her leader said. "Also, anything that isn't nailed down, pull up."

"Even if it is nailed down, pull up," Izzy said, taking the computer tablet. She went around to get suited up as the leaders talked over what the ship was. She heard snatches of the conversation. Not a junk ship, modern, not from the war, no able to fly. This was breaking protacol.

Trent careened through the sky, when he saw a large ship apear on his radar. It must have been some sort of junker. He looked hopefully through his veiw screen, and saw the ship. He gingerly guided his thrusters towards it, not wanting to destroy his craft completely.

"Mayday, mayday.. I require immediate evacuation of my craft." He said into his mike, channeling his transmission towards the ship ahead of him. "Please assist me immediately."

Chayn sat in his chair looking at the ceiling, when a message popped on his screen.

* Chayn report to the Red team you got scavenger duty, you’re on security. *

“Hmm,” Chayn said as he finished the message. “Looks like the captain is finally letting me work outside of this ship.”
Chayn began to pack his things when a transmission was coming through on the computer. "Mayday, mayday... I require immediate evacuation of my craft." The transmission pleaded as Chayn received the message. "Please assist me immediately."

Chayn jumped on to the computer and began pressing buttons to find this ship that was calling him. As he looked on the screen he could see that the ship was close and was going down fast.
“This is Chayn Branston calling from ship Commodore 5 you have permission to land.” Chayn said as he pressed buttons to open the landing ducts.

Chayn began typing a message to the captain about the resent event and told him he would have to skip the scavenge to greet the new passenger. He slowly got up off his chair and walk down the hall to the elevator to the landing duct.
“Looks like I’ll have to wait till next time” He said as he pressed the landing duct button “should be there to meet him before he lands.”

Trent received a shaky signal back through his receiver.

"-ling from --- Com--ore 5 you --e permission -- land"

That was good enough for him. He pushed his ship towards the larger craft, and watched as a landing dock opened. He steered for it, and slipped inside. The gate closed, and the dock was re-pressurized. As soon as the green light went on above his head, he kicked his door open.

Chayn waited at the safe zone in the landing dock as a ship came in threw the opening, as it landed Chayn pulled the repressurization lever. As the doors closed chayn saw the ship was smoking and grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and opened the door only seconds after it had repressurized. As he grew closer the door was kicked opened and a nude muscular man walked out.

"Sir," Chayn said as he saluted the nudist, "I would like to put out the fire from your ship, may I ask if it alright to proceed?"

"Well, that's something you don't see every day," Izzy muttered, peering over the shoulders of her team mates. A naked man exiting a spaceship. That was not something to write home to mom about. If her family got wind of her scooting around with naked man...her mom would find her and drag her home.

"Bet he gets cold," whispered someone from Izzy's left.

"Don't look it," came another whisper.

The leader's voice boomed over the murmurings, "Okay, Red Team! Enough chatter, move out!"

Izzy made sure her pack was secured to her side and put her helmet on. She and the rest of her team went to the ship. A few of her team twittered as they passed the new man, but Izzy kept her eyes forward. She was sure she was blushing. Of all the things she'd seen in space, this was by far not what she expected.

Once on the ship, she looked at her list and made her way to the southern most cooridor.

Trent watched as his ship's fire was extinguished. The women who passed him seemed slightly flush-faced.. possibly interested in his body.

"You're sure not home on Yomuka.." He thought to himself. As the team entered, he recalled his pachage. No one was to touch it except for himself and the destination. "Crud.." He muttered. He ran into the ship again, down the south corridor. A woman was walking down the hall.

"Mam, please wait!" He said, catching up to her.

Or at least tried catching up to her. A forest-green shadow that was all grace and death detatches itself from a side coridoor as Trent attempts to head back into his ship, physicaly blocking his path with a primeval rumble that was somewhere between a pissed crocodile and an engine.

He may've never seen an Essok. They were still very rare; only a handful had left their homeworld to see if space was for them. He may just see a six-legged animal threatening his path with barred teeth and long ears laid flat against the neck. There were only hollow dishes where one might expect eyes. But for the barbel whiskers and leathery ears; it appeared completely blind.

And then it stands, of all bloody things. Stands until its arched neck is level with his head, putting his face in an uncomfortable proximity to the gleaming bone teeth as it 'wuffs' hot air that smelled of damp earth and spiced meat. The jaws part and, without moving its mouth, useing just its long throat, it speaks.

"You only passenger on ship, yis?" the words are heavy and silibant, but English, and undoubtedly feminine. She snorts through broad nostrils and clicks her teeth as if she'd answered her own question. He didnt smell like he'd been near anyone else recently.

"Whai you yell at crew? Something you wish them not see?" It was clearly an interrogation, and any of the crew members would be well familiar with this dance. Kesh was Security, after all, and damned good at her job. Until she was satisfied that the naked human posed no threat, she'd be a hair's bredth from ripping his throat out. One of the advantages to being such a 'primative' species.

"Far distance from port, hooman. Good route for smugglers. Slavers." She clicks her teeth again on each of those words; a hollow, intimidating 'thunk' to punctuate her suspicion.

After Chayn had finished putting out the fire of the man’s ship he looked around and had found that he had disappeared.
“Better go look for him.” Chayn said while heading to a near-by storage closet, “but I should get him some clothes to get into so he is not walking nude in the ship.”

Chayn walked into the southern corridor and saw Kesh interrogating him, like most unexpected guest.
“Greetings Kesh,” Chayn said while saluting and walking up to her and the new guest. “Don’t worry I’m here to show our new guest, who just recently had his ship extinguished, to the captain and possibly his new quarters afterwards. After that I’m sure you can interrogate him to your hearts content, but first captain needs to know more about him himself. If you still don’t trust him you can come along to “escort” him.”

(OOC: sorry it took me so long)

Izzy heard someone shouting and turned around. The naked man had started towards her, but was intercepted by the Essok. Frankly, Izzy didn't want to be in his shoes. The Essok gave her the creeps. They reminded her too much of spiders. She shuddered just thinking about it.

"What is the problem," she asked, walking up. He was gathering quite the crowd. "Did you need anything?" She wasn't even sure why she went back. She had a job to do and didn't have the time to sit around and chat. However, he was a fellow human and he did call out for her. Maybe he needed something?

She took a quick look at the coridor, mentally tallying off what she'd need. Those panels would do just nicely for the Southern hall on Deck Seven and she could already see a few spare parts just lying around. Whoever owned this ship had a very relaxed or sloppy maintence crew. Everything was just out in the open.

A little sparkling flash would ppear on the visors of their suits, then a floating little screen would appear with Jack's face on it, he could also see them. "Can you ehar me? See me? Good, I just wanted to let you know that the ship your in it's kinda radioactive. The Core power has slowly leaked into the ship, the radioactive particles have contaminated it. Hold while I egt down there.That thing is a big threat, watch out for floating yellow balls and if you feel dizzy or sick, get out." Jack said over the video link. It then shut down.

He quickly suited up and jogged down to them, he could clearly see the ship was badly damaged, he waked inside and found a nude man "Dude put your Junk away." He chuckled. Then he walked up to them. "The core has leaked and the filtration system won't be working properly, you'll have to give me a few minutes to repair to stop any more of it escaping. Use your geiger ounters and stay away from the red areas." He said before walking down to which he presumed was the reactor room.

(sorry for not posting, been busy)

Leon stood in the corridor that was now full of people. He pushed his way to the front of the room. He saw a man standing naked out side of a new ship that just docked. Awoman he reconized from past missions wlked by him, averted her eyes and blushed. The man followed into the ship and yelled something. Leon turned to face the group. "All right, nothing to see here. You all have jobs to do, remember?" He said. He turned to the ship and picked up his tool kit.

Leon entered the ship. Inside a small hall there were three people. The nude man, an Essok, and Chayn, a Febaline. Chayn Was offering the man clothing. Leon walked by them. "Wassup." He said. He had no particual grudges against the Essok, and the man could stay nude if he stayed away from him. He noticed the women once again. She was looking at some panels on the walls. He put his tool kit down. "I hope you don't expect to get those down all by yourself. Tell me what we need and I'll try to get it in one peice.

Trent saw Leon and Elisabeth, and caught a snatch of their conversation. He looked at the Essok, and seeing that she had stood back a little bit from him, he bowed slightly.

"Please excuse me for a sec.." he said. He rushed over to the two mechanics. "What are you two taking down? I'm on a delivery.. It's urgent. I need to get back into space on this ship, soon." He stood between them and his panels, protectively.

Kesh's head swiveled towards Chayn's voice, and she stopped showing her teeth, making a musical 'chir' noise in her throat as she acknowledged the feblaine as a familiar person.

"Yis." She decided finaly after a second of thought, dropping back onto her four primary legs and slapping her twin tails once against the deckplates, "I will follow this one. Is not Pack. Does not act with courtesy of a guest."

Trent was acting more like he had something to hide then a lost traveler they'd just rescued. As security; it was Kesh's job to be suspicious.

Which means it's a bad thing when Trent makes a move to intercept the party again. Her first warning ignored, Kesh isnt so gentile this time. A predator's leap from her powerful legs would send her, no doubt, straight onto Trent's back in a heavy pounce. For all their grace, the Essok were not light. They were very solidly built for pushing through the earth. If she pins him face-down on the deck as planned, nothing was going to move her until she wanted to move.

Her teeth snap so close to his ear he may think she'd taken it clean off, and she hissles loudly while her tails sway menacingly in the air.

"Yoo keep running at crew, hooman, I'll send yoo to space. Jes without benefit of ship. Yoo understand, yis?" She doesnt yell. In fact, she has yet to raise her voice in any way. It was somehow more menacing that way, "Your ship dies; listen and hear it. Yoo leave in it, yoo die with it."

"What yoo carrying that so important? What yoo bring on this ship?"

Izzy looked over at Leon. She waved her orders a bit and said, "The hall paneling is needed. If it isn't nailed down, it's ours. If it is nailed down..." - she tapped her toolbelt - "it's ours as well." She looked over at Trent. "Look, orders are orders. Normally, the ships are only crewed by dust and memories. I'm sure we can drop you off to where ever you're going. But our ship needs new panels."

She nodded her head at Leon, "Deck Seven, Southern Hall needs at least five new panels, so we'll have to take twice that. Interior panels only." She turned back to Trent. "Anything you really need off the ship?"

"This thing..." Trent said to Izzy, looking fearfully at the alien above him. He scooted away from it, standing next to Izzy. "No offense..." He turned to face Izzy. "But this is MY ship... are you guys all junkers, or what?" He looked mournfully as Leon pulled away his paneling.

Jack could hear Trent through Izzy's comm "Hey, I ain't no junker. I'ma fully trained core repairman. I'm the guy who is stopping your ship go boom right now!" He said over hi own comm, he picked up a panel and put it over where some radiation was being let loose. Then he took out the power tool and began manipulating the radiation to stay in the expanded field of power. It would work, but only for a short amount of time.