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Minerva Sato

Towards the horizon

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a character in “Into the Stars”, as played by Xenocartographer

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Name
Minerva Sato, at your service.

Nickname
Please don't.

Age
20.

Gender
Take your best guess.

Sexuality
Dubious.

Role
Medic, known to dabble in xenobiology.

Bionic
Integrated computer system, with both direct neural interfacing and a holographic interface. The latter is intended to be used to show things to others, but she tends to use it herself - it's both more elegant and less headache-inducing. The system allows her to call up relevant medical data, no matter how esoteric, facilitates diagnosing, and can interface with most sickbays.

Weapon
Biting wit, on occasion.

Race
Human.





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Height
Five feet, more or less exactly.

Weight
They say never to ask a woman that. But, around 150 pounds.

Eyes
Teal. Close inspection reveals augmentation.

Hair
Black, and short.

Clothing
If it's colorful and interesting, she'll probably wear it. Unless it's stupid, ugly, or demeaning. Dresses perfered, when possible, but she loves exploring places (especially old ruins) and as such is no stranger to practical attire. If given the choice, she favors form (especially odd forms) over function, but isn't the sort to object if that becomes impractical. She doesn't always wear makeup, but when she does it's usually a little strange, too.

Appearance
Minerva's appearance doesn't stand out all that much. She's fairly small, cute but not exceptionally attractive, and just not that eye-catching. She's fine with this, and wears her hair short and away from her face because it's consistent with the rest of her appearance. Of course, the whole "non-attention-grabbing appearance" thing is rather overwritten by her tendency to wear unusual clothing, and that may or may not be intentional.





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Personality
Minerva prides herself on her intelligence and breadth of knowledge in medicine, biology, and psychology. Not that you'd know it at first, or likely ever, because she's far too reserved and formal to give you any impression at all, besides that she's reserved and formal. Except when she's not - when she does open up and start talking, usually but not always because a technical subject has come up, she can talk eloquently and at length and probably will. And she can act quite differently when acting as a psychologist or counselor. Her usually-reserved nature has given her a lot of chances to observe people.

And that's the best way to sum her up, really: She observes.



Likes
Interesting places, information, and experiences
Quiet relaxation, often with a book
Technology
People she can trust
Acting

Strengths
Voracious curiosity
Intelligence, both natural and computer-augmented
Reading people
Acting
Quick thinking, when calm

Secrets
Trust issues
Nanite-induced hallucinations
Infertility
Dislikes
Noise, chaos, and confusion
Boredom
Technology
Eating meat
Those who talk at the theater

Weaknesses
Easily frustrated with technology, besides her nanites
Uncontrollable curiosity
Physical strength and dexterity
Tends to panic in non-medical situations
Confidence

Fears
Betrayal
Mistakes
Unexpected noises







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Family / Relationships
Not many, besides her family. She's had an unusual and tricky relationship with her parents, who are much more traditional and conservative than her (or most people). She wanted to go to space. They didn't approve, and got her to study medicine, as they had. But they hadn't quite accounted for the possibility of her stealthily studying things that would be useful to a shipboard surgeon, and later officially declaring that as her intent. It's not often that she puts her mind to something, but when she does it will happen whether or not others approve. She wanted to see the universe, and so it became inevitable, parental wishes be damned. Her odd choices of attire also started off as rebellion against them, but later became her personal style. Since then, her relationship with her family has somewhat improved back towards where it was before, but it's still rocky.

At school, she developed a surprisingly (to her) strong bond with some of her teachers, which really should make sense because when you're working as hard at something as she was, by necessity you get to know those working on it with you. Perhaps she isn't as logical about people as she is about other things, or perhaps she's just doubtful. Try asking her, if you'd like, but don't expect it to work.

She was quite fond of her cat Noctua, until he was hit by a car.

School Life
At school, Minerva didn't make friends easily - no surprises there. She knew her stuff - she couldn't have gotten in otherwise - but it was all book knowledge. And her plot to use her medical training to get on a ship had entirely consumed her life, and social skills rather fell by the wayside. She dated an upperclassman a while back for almost a year before he graduated, but otherwise, she kept to herself, as usual.

The announcement that she'd be in this project was a huge surprise to the other students, a fact which she reacted to with mild amusement and reserved politeness. She was pretty much a shoe-in for this project, far above and beyond any of her competition, and her being chosen really shouldn't have been a surprise - except for how little she talked. Secretly, she hopes that being on this ship can be a new start to her life, not governed so much by what she's still uncomfortable thinking of as shyness.

General History
Mr. and Mrs. Sato are part of a religion thought very confusing by outsiders, because it holds up certain technologies as sacred yet condemns other ones for reasons most find inscrutable. And that was the start of her break from them - why, she wanted to know, did they object to space travel so much, yet use other advanced technologies, even ones often ignored by the general public such as brain augmentation? They couldn't explain it to her satisfaction, kicking off her research into space travel and study of shipboard medicine. And that's all she'll really say. She got on the ship, and she'll patch you up. What more do you want to know?

So begins...

Minerva Sato's Story

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And they're off.

Minerva supposed she should check out the infirmary. If there was a sudden crisis, she wouldn't want to be learning it on-the-fly. Trying to solve medical problems for an unfamiliar patient with unfamiliar equipment in an unfamiliar setting is how one doesn't realize the neuroressecutator doesn't automatically reset for some reason and fails a lab practical. Though in fairness, outside of the contrived circumstances of that simulation, any mildly competent nurse would have given warning, or not used such outdated equipment in the first place. But that all being said, the odds of something coming up this early into the trip were sufficiently low to make a trip to the galley first acceptable.

Also, she was hungry.

Minerva arrived shortly after Nixon. She elected to take a few moments to observe before making her presence known. But aside from a pleasingly methodical search pattern, there didn't seem to be any information to be gleaned here.

"Ah, Mr. Moreau," she said when she saw him turning in a manner that would bring her into his line of sight. She did find his appearance unusual, perhaps strange, but attempted to withhold judgement and remain cordial - successfully at that, almost certainly, due to years of experience. "It appears we are of the same mind here. Would you mind if I were to join you?" She stepped forward as she asked that, not quite entering the galley proper, making it clear that she wanted to without being aggressive about it. How would he react? It could be interesting.

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They were on a high tech Spaceship, only having just disembarked on their grandiose journey to explore other planets -- and yet! here Nixon stood, critically examining the ingredients of a box of 'Instant Dehydrated Potatoes'.

What the fuck is 'butylated hydroxytoluene' anyway?

Not sure he wanted to know, the teal haired male shoved the box back into it's proper place more unnerved that said starch wasn't strictly even intended for space, but for everyday consumption. Swiveling back 'round, fingers tangled themselves into the fringe of his hair, shoving it up and back just in time to catch a glimpse of the now speaking Medical Officer. His name sounded so...official...when she said it. It hung in the air nicely. At the same time, he almost felt like he was back at the academy, or about to get in trouble when people gave him name that clipped, formal cadence.

All in all, Nixon replied smoothly just the same.

"Oh. Mr. Moreau is my father. Hah. If only she were aware of the irony of that statement. The ghost of a smile flittered across nonchalant features. "You can call me Nixon, Doctor. Or Nix. I'm not exactly one for strict formalities, but I will refrain from calling you MinMin, for what it's worth."
Assuming she realized she was more than welcome, he'd continue about his business. Turning on his heels, the marksman returned his hand to the handle of the fridge upon noting her request. Aimless wandering aside, he could go for something to eat. And so long as their beloved Captain didn't make any risque maneuvers that would turn his stomach upside down and inside out, something to munch on sounded good about now. Tossing a glance over his shoulder, his eyes once again flicked from snacks to Sato and back.

"Were you hoping for anything specific? I'm a sandwich and Mac n' Cheese expert." (Those were just some of the simple things he'd seen in their food stocks.) As usual though, the lame joke was said dryly, not much giving away to the jest. But it didn't really matter, he figured Minerva was perceptive enough to catch on, as well . "I'm sure we could whip up something more substantial though, if you're craving it." It wasn't like they had anything better to do at the moment, passing time during Space travel was something of an art - especially if you didn't want to suffer some mean cabin fever.

Awaiting a response, Nixon would fish out some basic ingredients and cups, just to get things started. He wasn't necessarily the best at making idle chit chat, but an attempt was made nonetheless. "Any special reason you chose to be apart of this expedition? I mean - instead of safely residing in some hospital elsewhere?

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"Curiosity."

Perhaps not the most enlightening of responses. Or perhaps it was. Much can be learned from omissions, just as it can be from statements. She advanced further into the galley, now definitely inside and near enough to Nixon without being too close.

"I wanted to see the stars. Far planets and ecologies, distant peoples, histories entirely distinct from our own... Forgive me for being so sentimental, but I've always wanted to see an alien sunset."

She smiled for a brief second, then nodded slightly and was back to normal. To an outside observer, it would seem strangely out of character for her, as if she'd just had an emotional moment of the sort she rarely expressed. Perhaps she had. Perhaps being in space, away from those who knew her, had made her feel slightly freer to be honest about herself. Or maybe she was still collecting data.

Analysis of the foodstuffs available revealed little. Pretty generic supplies, optimized primarily for long-term storage and nutrient density, though, fortunately, not entirely. There were a decent number of things clearly chosen to provide interesting meals, as opposed to simply maintaining biological functions. In particular, a supply of chocolate would need to be kept from falling entirely into the hands of certain members of the crew - Ms. Quinn and the young mechanic came to mind. Perhaps better they weren't immediately made aware of it...

Wait, "young"? The age difference was only one year.

Minerva took a moment to note that thought for later analysis, then turned away from the promptly-closed cabinet where she'd found the chocolate and back to Nixon.

"Macaroni would be nice. Thank you, Mr. Moreau."

She gave a slight bow, a habitual gesture of respect she'd picked up from her parents. But a slight smile was, to a particularly observant observer, visible on her face. She knew it would bother him, and was perhaps enjoying -

"And you?", she asked before she could finish that thought. "What brings you here?"

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Curiosity, huh?

Sweet, simple, and to the point - but maybe not quite what he'd expected the good Doctor to say. Then again, he wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting either.

Well, looks like you're in the right place then. Giving way to a pause, Nixon gazed past Minerva and out towards the great expanse of space. Lips twitching up and to the left, he'd motion forward with his chin. "It's not quite a sunset....but it sure is beautiful."
Through the small window one could finally tell that they'd left Earth, and left the atmosphere all together. Through the transparent material Nix took a minute to stare at the slowing passing stars and the bright blues and greens of their home planet as it slowly, but surely began to drift further from where they were.

Whatever his reasons for going were, having be unspoken thus far, Nixon rolled his shoulders into an easy shrug. Guess there's no turning back now. The words were uttered, but not particularly meant for anyone, himself included. Just thoughts aloud as he swiveled, nodded, and began plucking out the appropriate ingredients for good, ol' fashioned Mac n' Cheese ....in SPACE.

He had noticed that she still chose to call him by his last name however, despite his prior remark. Without delving into why, Nixon put water to boil, readied the cheese sauce, and began a quick rummage around for breadcrumbs. "No trouble at all, Doc." A casual glance over his shoulder would give rise to a pause, catching the Medical Officer amidst a proper bow. Brow quirked, amber optics scanned the woman's face, barely noticing the fleeting display of happiness that had already disappeared from her face. Without missing a beat, Nixon shrugged yet again.

"I'm not sure yet. As if he hadn't quite pinpointed his own motivations, the sharpshooter twisted back 'round in time to toss the macaroni into it's pot. Not to long after, the meal, along with sandwich he'd prepared for himself would be plated and set across the small little galley counter-top. "Bon' appetite."

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OOC: Artik, you got the location wrong, and forgot to tag Nixon. Also, formatting hiccup - you have [color-teal] where there should be an = instead of a - and it's making the color not show up. Also, for the record, italicized things here are thoughts, not things said out loud, which I'd always use quotation marks for. (I don't know the conventions here, so I thought it better to be explicit.)

Doc.

Well, it could be worse.

She nodded politely, another one of her habitual gestures of respect. There was a time, many years ago, when she'd have scoffed at such a simple meal. Putting herself through medical school had forced that attitude to change. Still, presentation could use some work - it wasn't bad, but even space food could be elegant. She made a note to check when she'd have kitchen duty, and what exactly she'd have available.

"Thank you." She gave him a brief, polite smile, then started in on the food. It was satisfactory.

And yet she found herself distracted by the view through the window. In part, she found herself wondering how this was safe. Transparent metal, or perhaps a force field? Neither was terribly uncommon technology, but either would seem a bit of a waste. On the other hand, while it could be more efficiently done with a camera and a viewscreen, she hoped that wasn't the case. It would ruin the magic of watching the world falling behind, as its children reached beyond the cradle and ventured away from their old home.

Goodbye, mom.

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Hannah gave a small smirk as Vincent began to freak out over in his little corner, guess he just realised how little earth knew about these others planets, "Guess your not in it for the adventure than, huh buddy." She asked her bridge partner as she began to set the adjustment and controls for the ship onto cruise so that they wouldn't crash by accident. She heard him leave a little while later cursing slightly every now and than, giving a small smile she clicked on autopilot and injected the ships alarm into her body, the alarm would go off every time autopilot wasn't enough for the ship to continue its flight, like a meteor field or something that required actual skill and thought.

Giving a peaceful sigh, she leaned back in her chair staring out into the void of space. Stars shone through the inky blackness and created a picture of colour and lights. It was one of the main reason why she wanted to go on this venture, to see the space they lived in and see the beauty of the black night sky she always looked up at in wonder when she was a child.

"Sure is pretty Captain, the sky that is and you too." Hannah nearly jumped a mile high as Tori appeared behind her. She sent the women a small smile over her shoulder at her, before nodding her head in agreement. "It is, it's mainly why I wanted to be a pilot, so I could see the beauty of the night sky close up. Thanks for the skittle by the way, you have no idea how much I have been craving them!" She shock the green bag and tipped a few of the sweets into her mouth as demonstration, sighing a little in pleasure at the sweetness.

They stared at the sky together for a few moments in silence before Tori began to leave, "Well I'm off to the training room miss captain lady, catch ya later beautiful~". Hannah felt her cheeks heat up a little at the comment, it had been a while since anyone had been that nice or flirty with her. Shaking her head to get rid of it, Hannah also stood from her seat and made her way towards the crews quarters and grabbing the room next to her brothers so that they would be closer to each other. Letting out a small sigh of relief as she collapsed down onto the bed, Hannah drifted off into sleep.

~meanwhile~

After taking the inventory in the sick bay, Ricky decided to head back to his room, after all he had nothing better to do. Half way there though he had to pass past the galley and as he did his nose picked up the smell of food. Planning on ignoring it and just continuing after realising there were people inside, the shapeshooter and the medic, he soon changed his mind when his stomach let out a loud groan of protest and forced his feet to change direction and walk right into the occupied room.

Muttering a small hi so as not be rude if they had seen him enter, he kept his head down so as to not be noticed, the two seemed to be busy eating and talking so maybe he would be lucky and get away unseen. Opening up one of the cupboards he noticed a small foil pack of soup. Smiling happily behind his fringe, he moved towards the kettle as he set it to boil along with setting out two cups. Continuing to rummage through the cupboard, he finally found what he was looking for, giving a small squeak of triumph, he pulled out the box of fruit tea and honey before setting about filling the cups with boiling water and their respective food items.

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"Ricky Gordon."

That was his name, yes? Minerva found herself embarrassingly unsure. She'd neglected to commit it to memory as she had with the others, and though she was pretty sure she had it right, she wasn't entirely so. She'd kind of glanced over him until now, and that bothered her. He was so... Subtle. Difficult to notice. Evasive.

Now why does that sound so familiar?

"Please, join us. There's no need to be afraid."

More to the point, the crew would need to be united on this mission. Being shy and quiet wasn't exactly a problem, in her mind - were it, it would be exceptionally hypocritical. If he wanted to keep to himself, that was his prerogative. On the other hand, making connections around here was going to be important, and perhaps this was one she should forge.

Also, as another science-y type, he'd probably have interesting things to say, and so befriending him just made sense. Perhaps the young mechanic would too, though she was a little loud for Minerva's tastes-

Young. Again, that strange word had snuck in. Odd.

Noting some hesitation on his part, she gestured to a nearby chair and again tried to convince him. "You're not interrupting anything. We were just talking about beauty."

A statement as meaningless as it was poetic.

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Muttering to himself, Vincent had walked out of his room, his eyes vacant with thought. Why in the blazes didn’t I search this all earlier. He couldn’t believe himself, really. It wasn’t like Vincent to jump into anything without planning everything out earlier, but, well, most of the time. Except for those times he went off and stole articles and machine parts from the ghetto areas near the School of Knowledge.

Shaking his head again, Vincent looked up only to find himself in another room. “Oops,” he muttered, backing out of the room hastily and back onto the corridor that went through almost all of the ship, with many others branching off to who knows where- yet. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered to no one in particular as he turned and took the right way to the Galley.

“Hey there Vince, you’re looking rather…nervous?” Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned around, quickly, his eyes narrowed with fear and anger. When he saw it was nothing but Tori behind him, Vincent sighed and shook his head, taking in the woman who stood almost of equal height. “It’s nothing, Tori, really.” He scratched his chin and resumed his slow walk towards the Galley. “Just figured out we’re in a death trap, ‘s all.” Vincent muttered darkly, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The scowl on his face came back, as his shoulders hunched even further, making Vincent seem a lot shorter than he actually was. “I’m off to the Bridge to see if they stashed any booze on this damned ship, want to come with? I’ll just tell you, though, if there’s only a limited supply,” his face soured, “All of it’s mine.”

Turning once more, Vincent walked into the Galley, ignoring the two others already there as his mind was filled only with the need to find alcohol to drizzle down his throat. Starting with the cabinets closest to him, Vincent rummaged through them as he chanted- though he didn’t know- “Booze, booze, booze…” His search proved futile in that singular cabinet. All that met his inquisitive and searching hands were vials after vials of chemical substances. Why in the world do they have rare acids stored on this flying ship? Vincent thought, raising an eyebrow as he picked up an extremely rare- and expensive- acid from amongst the bottles that were stored in the cabinet. I could've made a fortune with this back on Earth! He stored it back in and glanced once more at the bottles in front of him. Cursing as he saw nothing that looked even slightly like booze, Vincent slammed the cupboard and went onto the next, his vigor renewed with the sight of the new, untouched and un-searched cabinet.

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ugh i did it again >~<