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The Junk Crew

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The Junk Crew

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby 7achary on Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:51 pm

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New crew for a trading vessel. Ask for Captain Zimmer outside the Sputtering Turbine bar. Good starting pay, negotiable.


Smoke wafted lazily through the Sputtering Turbine, stopping at shafts of light to show motes of dust and grime covered upholstery. A gaudily dressed whore played out the rhythm to Mrs. Robinson perpetually just under the murmur of bar talk and faint clanking of glasses and the hum of burning engines outside.

Mat slouched in the corner booth, looking as roguish as possible. His drink was something called Junebug, his grandfather's favorite drink. Though the newly minted Captain Zimmer downed his drink with relish, the taste reminded him of the oil smell coming from the leaky pipes in the cargo hold of his Zenetan Junk.

Zenetan Junk, it couldn't be called that forever. It needed something sentimental and daring at the same time. He'd overheard a few veteran spacers talking over drinks his first night in Three Hills. One of them, presumably a captain, had commented that a good ship name was earned after her maiden voyage. You didn't really know who a ship could be until you tested her. He said that forcing an unwanted name on a ship was bad luck. The other had replied that taking off with a nameless ship was worst luck still. From there the discussion had turned to rumors of an antique dreadnought from before any war in recent memory had been seen lurking around Juxta's savanna moon.

"Elmo," Matt called to the barkeep,"Send me a platter of those fried clam-things, dong ma?"

Elmo nodded and turned to face his grill, he reached into a pail beside the bar and pulled out a handful of smelly something. He dropped into the fryer without much ado.

A good captain needs a gun, Mat thought to himself. Something flashy that let others know it was there. He'd have to think on that. If someone didn't show up soon he might go and purchase one tonight.

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Re: The Junk Crew

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Eisenhorn on Sat Mar 13, 2010 9:25 pm

"You can't just up and leave! At least leave your mother a note before you go. I won't stop you either way."

His father's yells made him at least turn and look as the man who had raised him stood in the door, having made his proclamation. It wasn't easy for him just up and leaving, but he needed to get off this rock as soon as possible, so his response was curt enough. "Tsai boo shr Pop, I need off this rock. You've said it enough. Born in space, Die in space. Least let mom know its nothing personal." With that, Nik turned and moved at a good walking pace, heading for the Sputtering Turbine. It would break his mothers heart, but it Nik's head was set on it, so his father didn't try to stop him. He had to leave, planet life was not what he was cut out for, by any stretch of the imagination.

Nik had a duffel bag full of tools and his old sidearm slung over his back as he walked through the town, heading for what he hoped would be the beginning of his future. Heading back home wasn't an option after the way he left. This was his only option now, no turning back. It didn't take him long to reach the Sputtering Turbine bar, and he walked in and looked about him. Smokey, plenty of spacer looking men about, and he had no clue who this Zimmer fellow was. Let alone what he looked like. He had an idea, but it was a slim chance. He made sure he was audible over the bar's regular noises, and spoke briefly. Hopefully the gambit would pay off."I'm looking for a Captain Zimmer, he in this place?"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ElRey on Sat Mar 13, 2010 9:39 pm

A dark man pushed open the door to the Sputtering Turbine, sticking the upper half of his body through the entrance, narrow eyes scanning the room as if he was looking for something. One hand still placed on the door, long slender fingers spread wide as the opposite twitched nervously as the end of his long sinewy arm. After turning his attention back outside and saying a few words the man committed to the bar, bringing himself fully inside. He towered over everyone, drawing attention from some of the more surly self conscious patrons. Taking only a moment to brush his hand across his freshly trimmed hair he locked eyes with the man in the corner. Seeing his mark his tremendous gait closed the distance between him and the table in only a handful of steps.

As he approached the captain, it became more apparent he was a local, his sleeveless dust colored shirt obviously hadn't been purchased that way. In fact, it was obvious that his off white trousers hadn't been speckled originally either. He stopped just short of sitting down. "Mat Zimmer?" He asked in a husky voice

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby kaolin on Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:11 pm

as the door quietly swung open one more time and no one looked as no one seamed to enter , Simon looked around going over the faces of all the patrons before staring at Captain Zimmer and walking over near the table. staying out of sight and just listening to others talking he waited for the perfect time come froward and say his name



"greetings Captain Zimmer, my name is Simon. I hear that you are looking for a crew for your ship , I was wondering if you had found a helmsman as of yet, and if not I would like to apply my candidacy"

Simon was a tall skinny man in his late 30's he wore plain grey uniform and spoke with the utmost clearance. Simon was known for being an engineer of a small mining vessel many years ago who was forced to pilot the ship out of its collision course with dock's after the pilot left his post , however was charged for endangerment of civilians and sentenced to 10 years in prison. he got a work leave after 5 years and went to work as a systems technician making and repairing security systems and weapons for ships, building's, space stations, and military alike. and was very knowledge in many types of systems ranging from quantum-cryptic kinetic locks all the way to making weapons from household appliances

however when he was convicted he lost everything , his wife took everything he owned , sold it and moved back to her home planet. without anything to go to when he was released and not able to get a job due to his record he was looking for any way to leave all the memories of his former life behind and put his knowledge to good use

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