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Vincent Velorien

"You'd better do as I say, because it won't work out any other way."

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

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"You know, when I say go right, I expect you to go right; don’t make me repeat myself."





| General Information |

| Name |
Vincent Velorien

| Nickname |
“I have a nickname, but don’t call me by it.”
Vince

| Age |
24

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
“If my smarts say that it’s a good idea, I’d go after anyone.”
Pansexual

| Role |
Tactician

| Bionic |
Enhanced brain power; his mind capacity is by far larger than many of the other humans, and even on par with his professors back at home. This enhancement allows Vincent to remember many details, scrolls and books he has read in the past, and other daily life interactions. Not only is his brain capacity large, his memory retrieval time is also shortened compared to that of a normal human, and he rarely forgets anything at all.

| Weapon |
Though considered a scholar in name, many people tend to call Vincent a scoundrel or a rogue. This arose due to his proficiency with clubs and large cleaving axes, his strength at a high level due to his hard background.

| Race |
Human





| Appearance |

| Height |
6”2

| Weight |
165llbs

| Eyes |
Vincent has heterochromia iridum, that is, the irises of his two eyes are different colors. One is a pale blue, the other a pale violet.

| Hair |
Black

| Clothing |
Vincent refuses to wear the garbs that apprentices at the School of Knowledge have to wear. He tends to roam around with a pair of black jeans, tattered and smudged due to his ways around Earth and frequent fights and stealing. His shirts are almost all tattered, due to his lack of care with them in general. All of them are black for no reason at all; Vincent rarely ever wears any color other than black, and even when ordered to wear a colorful garb, he either still goes in his normal clothes or dies the given clothes black, as he feels more safe in the shadows than in the light.

When by himself or around people he knows well- and especially in his private library-, Vincent tends to wear tattered tank tops, with smoke smudges all over them. Otherwise, Vincent tends to cover up his face, his face in the shadow of a hood, when interacting with others.

| Appearance |
Though he looks 30, Vincent is truly actually only 25 years old. His spiky black hair and otherwise rather hard stomach hints at his young age and young mindset. His scraggily beard and deep-set smile and frown wrinkles tend to hint at a darker background, or a longer lifespan, than what Vincent actually has.

| Special Markings |
Due to an experiment gone bad, Vincent lost both of his arms. He replaced his arms with two mechanical arms that react based on how he wants them to act, and both arms act almost as if real, though Vincent does crave that one day he might be able to re-grow his arms, or at least implant a system of touch sensors on his metal arms. Upon his chest, there are round circular tattoos, which signify the amount of years Vincent has been away from his family and home. Each circle represents five years. Other than that, Vincent has multiple wounds from past incidents with guards, rogue animals, and experiments.





| Personality |
Vincent is an extremely cheery fellow, well, his cheeriness leans more to the side of abandon then the type of happiness that entails flowers, sunshine and happiness. When forced to show up at events, Vincent tends to fall asleep in a corner, his hood covering his face and his feet on the chair in front of him, sometimes even snoring while the speaker is announcing whatever on the podium. Rarely has anyone ever seen him serious, except for his robotic helpers back at his condo, who see him working over the different gizmos and gadgets he loves to create, and while he pours over old novels with tattered pages that he stole from the national library about epic battles of old. Though Vincent is 25 by age, he acts as if he is 15, constantly throwing tantrums and having sudden mood swings when things don’t go his way.

At times, actually, at all times, Vincent is extremely snarky, even during times of near-death experiences. Laughs can be heard almost constantly from under his hood when he is with others, along with sexual innuendos and advances towards women and men alike. He has never known many boundaries, and really never follows any rules and goes with his own pace, with a bright mindset.

When agitated, Vincent tends to go into a panic, as he loves to have order in his life rather than chaos. At times like these, he reminds others what school he went to by flipping out books to read and find a solution to whatever problem he faces (though in his other hand he tends to hold a bottle of beer or wine).

| Likes |
+Books
+The smell of books
+His own little condo back in the grounds of the School of Knowledge
+Fooling around in water, which is considered rare back at his planet
+Recreating artifacts based on old, tattered blue prints
+Deciphering languages and manuscripts


| Dislikes |
-Fire when around books (but he likes fire in general)
-Experiments gone bad
-All the other students at the School of Knowledge
-Following rules
-Standing or sitting still for a really long time
-Being ordered around, rather than being the one giving orders





| Strengths |
>Large memory capacity
>Fast reactions
>Quick recollection of memories and facts
>Proficient in the ways of many different languages
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| Weaknesses |
<Horrible when under pressure
<lack of textbooks and the like
<No alcohol and smoke
<Bad at sword fighting
<Staying serious/lack of respect





| Fear |
~ A sudden and untimely death for both himself, Lector and his father
~ Being kicked out of the School and away from his books
~ Losing his augmented brain capacity

| Secrets |
1. Accidentally blew up half of the science center and got away with it while blaming another apprentice
2. Sells classified information to people outside of the academy to earn enough money to send back home to his father
3. Is currently studying the most deadly poison on his planet that no one dares to examine or touch; he brings a vial with him everywhere he goes.





| Family / Relationships |
Mother- Dorian: After Vincent accidentally blew up the small house the Velorien family lived in, his relationship with his step-mother went from bad to worse. But it didn’t matter much to him, anyways, as he was taken away by the School of Knowledge at the young age of 5 and never returned. She had never really liked the young boy anyways, as she had to take care of her own two children, and threw the young Vincent aside to his own business almost ever since day 1.

Father- Benson: Benson is a typical recycler who picks up gadgets and gizmos other people don’t need to resell to other vendors. Vincent has always had a good relationship with his father, as they both fooled around with the gadgets his father picks up at factories and the like, while Vincent actually built stuff and his father marveled at his son’s ingenuity. Benson was the one who informed the School of his son’s high level of intelligence, hoping to rise his son out of the lands of poverty they lived in.

Younger Brother 1- Julian: Julian and Vincent are on extremely bad terms. This isn’t due to the high amount of affection Benson lathers on Vincent, or due to their mother’s influence; rather, the two just really didn’t like each other. Since young, Julian had an overbearing attitude that Vincent just could not stand at all. He has not missed him over the two decades he’s been away.

Younger Brother 2- Lector: Vincent adores Lector. The young boy is the complete opposite of Julian and is compassionate and caring to almost everyone and anything he sees. The last time he visited, the machines Vincent had created to help himself around the lab almost left with Lector because of the amount of positivity they felt towards him. Vincent sends presents and letters to Lector every month, along with money to their father.

Professor Alek: the only person in the School who likes Vincent is professor Alek, also one of the oldest and most prestigious members of the board. After teaching Vincent in one of the most advanced classes in the School when Vincent was only 15, he had an instant interest and liking towards Vincent, who felt the same back to the old, bald man. Afterwards, they would commonly have tea with one another, discussing different war tactics and old relics with one another, while playing mind-stimulating games.

| School Life |
When Vincent entered the School at the age of 5, he was in awe at the wide spacious and bright buildings that faced him, though the complexes were mostly under ground. He listened to all his classes, including ‘Military Tactics’, ‘Chemistry 101’, ‘Astrology 101’ and so forth with much zeal and enthusiasm. After class, many would hear the light pattering of his tiny feet and the sound of his robe dragging on the floor into the library to read books.

This all died when he reached the age of 13 and started becoming rebellious. He no longer listened to his professors, nor did he try to socialize with the older students who had shunned him for the past 8 years. Books and machines were his only solace in the closed off School, and so this forced him to think in another direction. He started skipping classes to run and visit the outside world, of nothing but tall, steel building surfaces, and try to trade information to earn money to send back home. To prove that I’m a grown up and old enough to leave this Hell Hole! he would think, but later on, the one time he was caught, he faced dire consequences. The beating and lashes left scars on his backs that were visible until he was 15 (during which he created a potion to cover up scars and aberrations to the skin).

After that, Vincent was further shunned by the rest of the people at the School. It came to the point that he was the laughing stock of many jokes, and some of the bolder students started to bully him, stealing books out of his lockers and breaking his inventions, though they couldn’t do much in class, as his work was still of high quality. Vincent smiled through all of this, and started to visit Professor Alec for tea and other activities, though later it turned into personal lessons in meditating, until one person stole the money he was about to send to his father back at home. This snapped the thinning amount of patience Vincent had, and he rampaged through the school until he finally found his money, the students who stole it piled in their own pools of blood.

Surprisingly, Vincent was not expelled, only due to Professor Alec’s influence and his sheer smarts and reputation as a prodigy. However, his classes were cancelled, and he only had access to his condo, the library, and Professor Alec’s room. But he really couldn’t give a damn anyways, and started to drink and smoke freely wherever he went throughout the school.

| General History |
Vincent’s mother died during childbirth, only managing to whisper out his name to his father, who had manually helped her give birth to the young baby. This crushed Benson for a while before he met his second wife, Dorian, while Vincent was only a few months old. In succession, Dorian gave birth to Vincent’s younger brothers, and forced Benson to estrange Vincent to only a few hours of machine building every week. On all other days, Vincent was forced to stay in his own cold room, and his room smelled of filth as no one ever took care of him, with his father too busy and his step-mother a barrier to any sort of fatherly or motherly care.

As noted above, at the age of 5, Vincent was carted off to the School of Knowledge, after his father had sent a secret note to the School heralding his son’s intelligence. As per the rules of the School, messengers came and examined the young boy (though their upper lips curled when they saw the dirty state the young boy was in, though Vincent’s father tried to wash everything for the boy at least once a week). They deemed him above average in intelligence and accepted him into the School of Knowledge, during which Vincent spent the next twenty years in without much drama, or at least in his eyes it was so.

Recently, Professor Alec had called him to his office to talk to him about a 6-person exploration team and that the board had asked him to suggest a student of prime health and age to go as the ‘tactician’, or so they called it. Professor Alec had chosen Vincent due to his smarts and his capabilities of protecting himself, as compared to the skinny, useless bookheads (so the Professor himself said) that dominated the School. Thus, Vincent was beamed off to the capitol to accept his position for the 6-people expedition to the other planets that the people on his planet could reach.


Above and Beyond!

So begins...

Vincent Velorien's Story

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(OOC: Sorry for the length but Introduction paragraphs are always so long...)

Hannah stood at the doors to the base, leaning lazily with her eyes shut against the sun, patiently waiting for her kid brother to show. It was such a small world when both siblings had gotten onto the voyage and Hannah couldn't wait to see her little brother again. It has been 3 years, if she remembered correctly, their only contact being phone calls and emails.

"S-sorry I'm l-late.", Hannah grinned and opened her eyes at the tell tale signs of her little brother arriving. His stuttering and soft voice as well as her hurried footsteps as he made has way across the courtyard. "I j-just f-forgot something back at t-the labs..."He trailed off as he arrived in front of her, a shy smile on his face and his cheeks a bright red with embarrassment.

"It's been to long Ricky." She said as she sweep the small 18 year old into a tight hug, lifting him into the air slightly before placing him back down when he began to ask for air. "Let's head inside. They will start the briefing in the main room with the other 5 members. They should all be here now, you and I are probably the last ones in." She sent Ricky a amused smile which he returned nervously, glancing at the bases doors as if they lead to his death.

"O-okay, L-let's go..." He said hesitantly. The sibling entered the base together and began to walk down one of the corridors the desk lady pointed to. The corridor had no doors or windows, the only light in the room being that of artificial lights. Reaching the end of the corridor there sat one single door.

Ready for this Ricky?" She asked jokingly as the two stared at the closed door, to anyone else she would of seemed confident, joking with her little brother and having a carefree attitude to the whole situation, however Ricky could see the little things that made his sister tick, the things that showed how stressed and scared she actually was. The things that no else could see because they didn't know her, they hadn't been with her all their lives or gotten to know her the way Ricky had. He sometimes couldn't help but feel slightly proud how much of an open book Hannah was to him, just him.

Reaching out his hand to grip his sister's, sending her another shy but comforting smile. "Let's go.", For once his voice came out steady as they entered the room.

Inside sat 3 other women and 2 men, all looking to be in their late teens or early twenties like Hannah and her brother, except for one of the men who looked to be slightly older. Looking at all the people in the room, the siblings have each a once over.

The man who looked to be slightly older than the rest was tall and had dark spiky hair, multi coloured eyes like Hannah and was dressed in an outfit that mainly consisted of black. You could see just faintly, if you were looking, that his hands were not real and were mechanic.
The other man looked to be more around Hannah's age and had wild, teal coloured hair and an athletic build, standing slightly smaller than the other man but taller than Ricky. The most eye catching thing about the man though, is the fact that he seemed to be wearing a gas mask for some reason, that completely covered his face.
All three females seemed to be around Hannah's age, excepted for a girl who was probably around Ricky's. She had fiery orange hair tied up into a ponytail and amber eyes, she was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with a set of headphone around her neck and a pair of goggles like Hannah's own.
The next women had short black hair cut to her chin and interesting blue eyes, she was dressed in very bright and strange clothing which caused Hannah to grin ever so slightly at them in all their eye catching worth. Finally, someone who understood the value of bright, bizarre cloths!
The final women made Hannah's grin widen and intensify as she saw her biker garb, with a purple helmet resting against her hip. She had teal coloured hair that was mostly brushed to hang from the left, while a scare ran along the right side of her head and Her eyes were an interesting blue color.

After the siblings had given everyone a good once over. Hannah gave a confident smirk and strolled into the room, dragging her shy brother behind her.
"Sup y'all, Names Hannah Gordon and I'm your pilot. You need to fly somewhere, you call me." She said confidently while facing the group, her little brother hidden slightly behind her back, as he gazed awkwardly at everyone. Noticing this, Hannah gave a small sigh and pushed the shy boy forwards slightly and gave him a nod, indicating her should introduce himself.
"Ahh... M-my n-names Ricky G-Gordon... I-I'm y-your scientist..." He said quitely, managing to mumble it out with a pink face before retreating to hide behind his sister.

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And so all have arrived. Interesting, perhaps, that the pilot would be the last. She hadn't seemed to notice, or perhaps she had and was covering for herself. Either way, the young doctor observing the room from her seat in the corner would have been more apologetic.

Though that's usually the case. And they weren't late, just not early. And so she filed that information away for later consideration as more data became available, in a new folder specifically created for notes on her new crewmates. Interfacing one's memories with a computer had its advantages, organization among them.

The brother was more interesting. Simple timidity, or something deeper? Perhaps overly sheltered by his sister. Something else to make a note of. As medic, she would certainly end up handling a variety of psychological issues on this ship, besides the physical ones. It was simply good record-keeping.

For almost the first time in this meeting-room, she spoke - not much point in introductions that would have to be repeated, after all. "Sato. Minerva Sato. Medical officer." She nodded. "Welcome aboard."

Various subtle reactions from the others were noted and recorded in their respective files in her digitalized memory. And that was it. She'd said what she'd wanted to say, and gotten what data she could. Proper analysis would have to wait until more was available, but it was a start. She was especially interested in getting the boy - Ricky - to form relationships among the crew - a mission like this would not go well unless everyone was on good terms with each other.

Acting as a counselor was not explicitly spelled out in the description of the medic's duties, but it was implied, and as far as Minerva Sato was concerned it should be. She took the mental and social health of the crew quite seriously. Ironic, perhaps, given how uninvolved she herself was with social interactions. But so it goes.

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Character Portrait: Hannah Gordon Character Portrait: Tori Quinn Character Portrait: Nixon Moreau Character Portrait: Minerva Sato Character Portrait: Vincent Velorien Character Portrait: Ricky Gordon Character Portrait: Cecilia Calem

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Only a piece of bright blue fabric was between his skin and the cool metal of the sleek, tall backed chair.. Having arrived fashionably early, punctuality practically etched into his skin, the young military marksman pressed his shoulders against the black, no-nonsense leather seating. Letting his head lull back and heavily over it's edge, his soon to be shipmates had yet to make any appearances, and thus Nixon was left to stare up, rather than around. Behind tinted lenses of a respirator mask, amber optics illuminated as thermal vision kicked into gear. Blobs, various shades of reds and blue transitioned steadily into existence. A hidden brow quirked, albeit with more of a lazy disinterest and desire to pass the time rather than any actual curiosity. Above the briefing room was a hallway parallel to some sort of administrative office. To the left, a bathroom. The right, probably conference rooms. Of course, this was all just general speculation, given the grid and division between those red blobs, and those other red blobs. It could have been an oddly designed laboratory for all he really knew.

For a few minutes though, he observed what seemed to be aimless shuffling from cubicle to cubicle, but soon shifted his attention to the bathroom where strings of cold and warm water occasionally eased through his line of sight. Two particular red blobs seemed to be fraternizing, this assumption based almost soley on the fact that he could barely distinguish one from the other - as well as their apparent movement. A smirk might have cracked on the would-be-voyeur's lips, but his blob watching had absurptly come to an end. Someone else had arrived, in fact multiple someone elses had. Nixon's already lulled back head swiveled slowly, cocked at a slight angle like a curiously low-hanging Spiderman. One after the other filed in and soon enough, the gang was all there.

No names given, the sharpshooter could only continue with his speculations. That one looked like she could pack a punch, and that one not so much. That other one looked a bit stiff and stuffy, while that other other one - well, who knows. As the door shut behind the final arrivals, personalities became apparent and titles were given accordingly. Interesting.

Captain; front and center. Nixon would lift his head, sit a tad straighter and offer a mock salute by way of passing introduction. Lab Rat and Med-Head followed suit, and just like that the greetings and who's whos had begun. One of which sounded particularly 'Bond'-like. Somewhere amidst the pleasantries though, Nixon would make himself known all the same. A calloused hand smushed against the green material strapped about his face, and promptly tugged it on down until it hung 'round his neck. Subtly clearing his throat, the man would shift in his seat and hoist a hand in the air to garner the appropriate amount of attention. A three-fingered waggle would occur in unison with the voice that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest. "Moreau, Nixon Moreau."
He stated, facial expression unrevealing of the fact that he may or may not have been mocking Sato, Minerva Sato. Regardless, he continued as such. "Designated Marksman, present and accounted for. Shaken, not stirred." The latter part of the introduction might have been uttered an octave lower, simply for effect.

A few inconspicuous eyebrow twitches and lip curls later, he'd made note of everyone's name and general demeanor - to which he thought they'd all mesh rather well, as far he could tell.

Joke and jest aside, Nixon proceeded to straighten his posture and sit casually, while still giving the appropriate amount of respect deserved by whomever would be delivering the crew their briefing. Sliding his mask back into place, the barbell in his tongue would click habitually against the back of the man's teeth as he otherwise fell silent for remaining duration of the meeting.

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Character Portrait: Hannah Gordon Character Portrait: Tori Quinn Character Portrait: Nixon Moreau Character Portrait: Minerva Sato Character Portrait: Vincent Velorien Character Portrait: Ricky Gordon Character Portrait: Cecilia Calem

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Tori sat there spinning around in the chair slowly, her head back looking up at the ceiling waiting in silence. She stole this chair with wheels from another meeting room because she didn't like the black stationary ones that were in the other meeting room. She continued to spin around her motorcycle helmet clipped to her belt as she blew strands of her hair that was in her face, obviously bored. Her morning was relatively good since she got to ride her motorcycle all that she wanted before she got here so she was in a good mood. When she walked in after stealing the chair, all eyes were on her as she was the only one sticking out since she was dragging a chair. She scanned the room quickly for exit's and places to take cover as she "strutted" while dragging the chair behind her to where she wanted to sit.

She planted herself at the very end of the table next to the man with the teal hair almost the same hues as hers. Hm thats some nice hair and cool mask. She thought as she took her seat. Tori was flooded with scents since she walked in and now started to pinpoint each one.She could smell the people from the next room and from out in the hall but there currently was nobody out there. She followed the smell of fresh rain on grass to the man with the mask, then continued from there.

The older looking man smelled like a summer breeze with a hint of old books. Now the energetic looking young female had a weird yet pleasant smell to her, it was a mix of a floral scent with the scent of the Ocean. Lastly the girl with the short black hair smelled of pine trees which again Tori found pleasant. Everyone else smelled weird or awful and Tori's nose was flooded with the nauseating scents that made her stomach do flip flops. She laid her head down for a second trying to calm her stomach from the nauseating smells then managed to recover quickly pulling her head back up playing with the stud in her tongue, apparently waiting for someone else like everyone else so obviously pointed out. Not that much time passed before Tori suddenly smelled two more people outside in the hall.

One smelled like honey and lavender which she found as a very pleasant smell and the other smelled like strawberries but she could also smell the nervousness that the person gave off. The door was pushed open and Tori lifted her head slightly watching as a very beautiful, colorful woman walk in with a younger looking boy behind her.Tori could smell that the nervousness obviously came from the boy and the intoxicating smell that she was quickly getting fond of came from the woman. She slightly tilted her head as she spoke. So she's the captain huh? Well this is going to be interesting. She thought as she flashed a toothy grin at the captain showing off her canines as her eyes met hers for that one split second.

Tori waited until the three crewmates introduced themselves slightly snickering at Nixons introduction. "I'm Tori Quinn the Fighter you might say of the crew, It's a pleasure to meet you all, especially you miss captain~" Tori spoke the last few words playfully winking at Hannah before leaning back in her chair, relaxing what she could in it. She waited for the others to introduce themselves opening a bag of sour skittles popping a couple in her mouth as she began to slowly swing her chair from side to side. She got some looks from other people in the room but then again Tori couldn't give two shits.

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Character Portrait: Hannah Gordon Character Portrait: Tori Quinn Character Portrait: Nixon Moreau Character Portrait: Minerva Sato Character Portrait: Vincent Velorien Character Portrait: Ricky Gordon Character Portrait: Cecilia Calem

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Vincent had left later than planned, and was running from the School of Knowledge to the governmental building, as his self-built motorcycle had- against no odds at all- collapsed the moment he sat on it. “MICE!” He yelled, as he dodged a speeding motorcycle, “You watch it!"He yelled back at the receding figure on the motorcycle. "MICE!” This time, he stopped on the side to grab a humanoid, mouse-faced machine on his left shoulder, shaking it slightly as he scowled and groaned. He punched a red button on the side of the machine and spoke in a clear voice, the thought of him being late receding to the back of his head, “Activate ‘My Ingenious, Cool Experiment’.” He grinned to himself at the name he had come up with as the little red sockets the machine had for eyes blinked open.

He started strolling towards the governmental facility as he asked, “Time, MICE?” He casually leapt over a tall wall that blocked his way as he took a detour he had used many times before while escaping both thugs and police alike. “Well, all I’ll say is that you late, Master Vincent,” the machine clanked out, “to the meeting for the seven-person trip to space?” Vincent stopped in his steps, groaned, and slapped his forehead with his metallic hand, wincing as the hard surface crashed onto his skull. “Hell almight-,” he swore as he picked up his dash again, racing towards the governmental facility.

Dashing through the halls, Vincent finally reached the receptionist. “Which-,” he gasped, “Which way to the meeting?” The lady gave him an unamused look as she pointed to the hallway, and watched him slouch in as the mouse on his shoulder squeaked encouraging phrases. Half way into the tunnel, MICE suddenly let out a high-pitched giggle, startling Vincent a bit. “I was joking, Master Vincent- we early.” Vincent stopped on his tracks and turned his head to look at the machine on his shoulder, a mildly amused and exasperated look on his face. This evidently wasn't the first time his machine had lied to him. “I never should have created you, you know that, don’t you?” He grabbed MICE and punched the red button again, and then stuffed the machine into the pack he had slung around his shoulders. Great. he thought, strolling into the room after he had caught his breath All that running for nothing He didn’t pause to look at the others already there and walked into the darker corner of the room, and picked a seat there. He shrugged off his pack and placed it on his lap as he took off the hood of his overlarge jacket.

Vincent cast an observant eye at the only other two in the room. A female and a male sat at the other side of the table from him. Vincent felt instantly interested in the younger male. I remember seeing that model of air masks somewhere but I wasn’t paying enough attention…was it during one of those boring lectures about ‘bad air quality’ that Professor Whatever was having? Careful to not glare or stare, he cast inquisitive looks at the two, noting the girl’s weird appearance and distinctive outdoor look. He made no attempt to introduce himself as the others started filing into the room, as- finally- the pilot and scientist came strolling into the room. After the other male, Nixon Moreau…I remember reading his files and the lady with teal hair and Tori Quinn, yes. had finished their introductions, Vincent let out a loud cough.

He grinned at the others, trying to look as nice as possible, as he said, with a scratchy voice, “m’ names Vincent. Vincent Velorien, the tactician of this expedition, though I can’t promise much. It’s nice to meet you all.” He nodded his head in the general direction in front of him as he dropped his smile and returned to observing the others in the room, and boy, did he feel old amongst the other members seated in the room, though they were all around the same age zone. I should probably get a makeover or something. He thought, absentmindedly, forgetting to listen to the introductions of the other members of the expedition force. Staring by getting rid of this beard... He stroked his chin before shifting his attention back to the introductions.

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Character Portrait: Hannah Gordon Character Portrait: Tori Quinn Character Portrait: Nixon Moreau Character Portrait: Minerva Sato Character Portrait: Vincent Velorien Character Portrait: Ricky Gordon Character Portrait: Cecilia Calem

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Much to the mechanic's surprise, she'd been the earliest one to the meeting. Then again, she supposed with the Academy of Technology being the closest to the Government base, CC supposed it was to be expected. During the brief time she'd spent in the comfort room, it seemed everyone else had arrived. She stood by the doorway to the toilet, waiting for everyone else to finish speaking before introducing herself.

"Hi there! I'm CC, your mechanic." When everyone turned their attention to her, she gave them a mock salute, grinning as she did. She collapsed into her seat, the chair rolling into the boy named Ricky. "Whoops, sorry!" She inclined her head, a hand up to her mouth to indicate an apology. When he avoided her gaze, she simply shrugged and turned around so fast she probably gave him whiplash. Probably just super shy, unlike majority of the group. And while most of them did share that characteristic, each individual was wildly different from the other, not just in appearance but also in general demeanor and attitude. The orange-haired girl wondered just how well they'd mesh once they'd spent x number of days confined within the same ship. Even the best friendships experienced strained when being in such close quarters for so long. How about a group of strangers?

For one thing, the brother/sister duo was a study in contrasts by themselves. Hannah, their pilot and CC's supposed worst enemy considering their jobs, looked like the kind of chick who preferred independence and being followed. Her brother was the exact opposite, and much to CC's chagrin, he looked much prettier than all of the women in the group. She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.

The latest to introduce himself was their tactician, and he looked older than majority of the group, most of him looked fresh out of school. Technically though, CC supposed they did just get out of school. He seemed like someone she would get along with, so no problems in that department.

Their doctor wasn't one to stand out, but given her area of expertise, maybe that was for the best. Minerva, if she'd recalled properly. Maybe she'd be just like their school doctor and nag at her to treat the small wounds that decorated her person. Guess she'd find out when that situation arrived.

Yellow eyes slid over to the two teal-haired individuals, a wry smile forming on her face at the strange coincidence. No matter how you cut it, teal was not a color you often dyed your hair. And amusingly enough, both people were combat-oriented. Was it a rule in that academy to dye your hair teal? The image of a class filled with teal haired individuals was absurd and brought forth an audible chuckle. Between the two though, CC was rather fixated on the male. The flirt was met with a raised eyebrow, but CC didn't judge yet; homosexuals weren't that unusual in this day and age. Nixon, however, was definitely being mysterious with his chosen accessory. The gas mask was unusual and definitely not one she'd dealt with before. And why would anyone cart around a gas mask on a regular basis?

A silence had fallen on the group and Cecilia felt the need to fill it.

"Hey guys, if our ship ends up with a malfunction or someone planted a bomb and we go kabloeey," Her hands moved in rhythm with her words, visibly acting out whatever she was saying. Her hands spread out and mimicked an explosion just as she said "kabloeey", her tone remaining light as she considered one of the worst mishaps to happen to them. It was a definite possibility, and CC had unknowingly probably made a few people in the room nervous. "For the record, leave my corpse alone. While I'm not the captain, I'll go down with the ship." She giggled, but she was partially serious.

"Let's all hope it doesn't happen though. I'd like the chance to take apart Nixon's mask." See, first name basis already. While the words were meant as a joke, there was just a hint of earnest to indicate she really did want to do it.


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As people began to state their names and stations in their own unique way, the siblings began to place names to faces. Both silently judging each members personality from the short passage they gave as introduction.

Well they both were until the biker, who was now identified as Tori, opened up a pack of sour skittles and Hannah lost all conscious of the world around her, only focusing her gaze in on the bag of sugary, fruity, rainbowy goodness that she has been craving since her last fix only a few hours ago. Her eyes glazed over and she could feels the drool trying to slip out of her mouth, the only thought going though her mind was that of the multi coloured sweets.

Ricky noticed his sisters glazed eyes and gave a small smile, before being knocked into by the Mechanic girl, CC. Avoiding the girls gaze like the plague as she said an apologie, he felt his cheeks heat up as his wild, blonde fringe fell forward to cover his eyes. He could feel a slight shiver run down his spine as if someone was watching him, glancing around the room though his thick fringe he couldn't help but feel something really, really bad was going to happen soon...

The introductions had finished and now the group stood in silence, waiting for someone to talk. Ricky began to give Hannah's arm a few hard tugs to try and wake her up from her skittle induced daze, jumping slightly when the girl CC began to talk causing the small shakeing in his body to appear from fear of death as she had suggested. Glancing at his sister once more in desperation, he gave one last hard tug which pulled the girl slightly off balance and waking her up just in time to hear the last of CC's words.

Quicky regaining her balance, an amused smirk easily slide onto the girls face as she turned her back to her rainbow drug. "I think most of us will be going down with the ship if that happens. But let's make a deal, you look after the StarFire likes she's your baby and I will fly her so that we don't crash and die an untimely death.", Her smirk grew wider as she glanced between Nixon and CC, before continuing, "And I think most of us here want to get that mask off his face. After all, that's what happens when you come here all mysterious and shrouded, people generally want to pick your apart until they know all your secrets." She finished off while sending Nixon an evil smile, eyes closed and her face the picture of pure innocence.

Suddenly a crackling was heard across the room, brings all it's occupants to attention as a voice spoke through the intercom.

"Welcome recruits, you have been chosen by your relative schools to part take in a mission that could very well determine the future of the human race. It's to late to back out now and if you did than we have a very nice prison cell and death sentence waiting for you.

Your mission is to travel to 6 planets that have the potential to become Mankind's new home, the coordinates have been given to your pilot and navigator, or caption if you will, for this mission Hannah Gordon. She will get you to all your destinations and than it will be your task to complete the role assigned to you.

Each of you have a purpose, the fighter and marksman are there to mainly protect the group though I have no doubt some of you can fight, if not all. Mechanic is too fix up the ship and other people's Bionics if anything should happen while the medic will be taking care of the health of the body, and the mind in some cases.

The tactician is to plan your decent onto the planet, each planet has inhabitants and you will need a strategy to get onto each planet safely and without causing problems. The tactician will also plan any course of action needed to be taken, escape plans, battle plans and even recon plans.

The scientist job is to test the planet and ensure we have accurate data of each. We do not know much about these planets and this is why you are going on this mission. You are to explore, record and return.

A women will be in shorty to show you to the StarFire200IO, Good luck."


And with that the voice cut off and an strictly dressed women entered the room, her hair was pulled back from her face and she wore a pair of glasses which obscured her eyes. She scanned the room, stopping as her gaze crossed each person in turn before moving onto the next. Nodding her head once she was done, she simply did a 'follow me' gesture before walking out the door and heading down a corridor towards the hanger.

The group followed and a varying degree of emotions crossed each a face as they finally saw the StarFire. Hannah's eyes widen slightly before taking on a sparkling effect, a awed and enchanted grin crossing her face, while her brother glanced nervously between the ship and the women, wondering if she was actually serious.

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Well, they certainly were a rag tag bunch of individuals, there were no doubts about that. But - the more important question was - could they make it back in one piece, and be able to stamp another proud Mission Success on their respective dossiers? Only time would tell, but first they had to make it to the ship. And damn, was this meeting dragging out.

Minor interactions here and there had occurred, but Nix simply sat back and observed not paying them much mind. Captain had a thing for sugary sweets, while Sweets had a thing for Captain - if you get my meaning. A shrouded, yet amused expression tugged at the marksman's lips as his head calmly rolled about his shoulders. Amber orbs flickered about just the same, jettisoning from shipmate to shipmate, particularly though, the one's whose personalities garnered more attention. Even more specifically, he found himself craning his neck towards the sound of his name.

There was just a bit to much chit-chat about the ship blowing up for him to be completely at ease with the conversation, but he wasn't quite expecting the brash statement made audible by their would-be mechanic. Gazing past the stoic Medical Officer and lounging Tactician, he'd hoist a brow at the spunky, yellowed eyed lass as she giggled. Studying her humorous, yet pointed expression something told him she wasn't kidding - yet all he could do was stare and blink twice for a moment, head cocked. Welp, someone obviously wasn't shy.., or up to date on social etiquette for that matter.

As he swiveled back into his seat, their Pilot dutifully chimed in - prolonging the topic of conversation. Shoulder muscles flexed back a bit, tensing only briefly as he became the center of attention. Eye to eye, or rather lens to eye - with the Captain's impish grin, the designated sharpshooter would aim to meet her snarky challenge head on. His sleek left, synthetic hand would raise itself, and with a single pull release the straps that held the respirator snug to his face. It fell slack, and sunk to his chest almost instantly revealing only a lackluster tightlipped expression. With both eyebrows raised Nixon simply tossed his shoulders back in a devil may care shrug. Perhaps he was even being a bit smug, as if he'd just derailed their hopes of something more interesting. Behind the mask was nothing grotesque, no layer of white puckered scars, or skin that hadn't seen the light of day in years. No, indeed he wasn't Luke's Father or even the Easter Bunny. He was who he said he was, no need to go digging for secrets. "Mystery solved, Captain."
Time for a Scooby Snack.

Eyes slid next however to Ricky, wherein then he'd wink. If only to get the desired reaction.

Removing the mask from his it's hanging position, Nixon would turn and toss it across the room, towards the deft and able hands of their mechanic before leaning forward, elbows and forearms resting atop knees. An invitation to take a quick look. "I'd appreciate it, if you didn't pull it apart though." The man would murmur those words before running a hand up his face and sweeping a few stray colored locks out of his eyes - even if only for the moment.

To be honest, Nix always did feel odd without the breathing contraption within his immediate reach. It was just the way of things. And as a result, a touch of anxiety he worked near flawlessly to hide only managed to rear its head in the form of his thumb repetitively tapping against his knee. The vague nervous gesture was subtle enough, but as he licked his lips and rerouted his focus to the crackling intercom, there was no doubt that his eyes kept tabs on CC and her nimble, spindly little digits.

Nixon proceeded inhaled and exhaled normally, just like everybody else. The air outside the mask did taste crisper, colder, and not recycled but the arrival of the well dressed woman with spectacles promptly distracted him from the inconsistencies in the air. Rising to his feet on cue, the teal haired male would fall in line with his new shipmates, but not before altering his trajectory and purposefully crossing paths with CC. Calmly and expectantly, he'd extend a hand more than ready to have his belongings returned to him before boarding the ship.

Star-Fire 200IO, ready or not - here we come.

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Well this is an interesting group. They all looked cool and looked as if Tori can get along with them all. She leaned forward in her chair cracking her knuckles getting a bit anzy because she isn't use to sitting this long. She proceeded to crack her back not really paying attention to anything else but boredom that has taken over. She cracked her back then flexed out her fingers and shoulders groaning low enough for no one to hear.

Tori was partially hearing the conversation only hearing bits and pieces. Something about Nixon and his mask if she recalls. She took interest in that and turned her attention to him as he began to take it off. She watched curiously not really expecting much just his face. When the mask was off his face Tori let a small grin cross her lips. See just his face, and not a bad looking one at that.

She rested her head on her hands which were on the table and observed the scene that played before her. She stifled a chuckle at Nixons comment to the captain. Tori blew some strands of her hair away from her face once more continueing to watch when a well dressed female walked in. They locked eyes for a second as she looked at everyone in the room then took all of us out of the room. Tori popped a few more skittles in her mouth one hand shoved in her pocket as she walked with the group to their designated location.

When they got to where the ship was Tori just looked up at it in amazement. " Whoa, a beauty she is!" Her scottish accent finally surfacing when she tried to hide it the whole time at the meeting. She didn't notice though since she was too amazed and hypnotized by the beauty of the ship. She popped a few more skittles into her mouth as she gawked at the ship.
Well good bye sis, I'll be back for you in no time.

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Vincent had been daydreaming the whole time the introductions and small talk went on, and had no thoughts of joining at all. His attention snapped back in time to hear his job he had to do for the expedition. You have got to be kidding. He raised an eyebrow as he placed his two hands on his legs, twiddling his thumbs slightly. You expect me, Vincent Velorien, to lead a team of people successfully and safely through places I’ve never gone to and through battles- which, by the way, I’ve never really been in? He shook his head slightly as he got up with the rest of the members of the 7-people expedition group, his pack hitting the left side of his hip painfully.

Wincing, he followed the others through the corridor, limping slightly as one of his textbooks had hit him right in the thigh. Why did I ever sign up for this?! he thought, darkly, as he slouched on through the corridor, a slight pout on his face. He pulled his hood further over his head, concealing his face in the shadows as he continued to complain about his current predicament. But, I suppose it’s permanent. Future hypothesis on what’s going to happen to all of us is he let out a light chuckle, we are so screwed. He shook his head again, staring fixedly at the heels of the person in front of him.

He didn’t even realize that they were in front of their ship until the awed gasps of the other 6 explorers dragged his eyes from the floor to the spaceship right in front of them, docked and ready to take off. “Well, I’ve never seen this model of spaceship.” he muttered, slightly in awe yet slightly annoyed at his overall lack of information. He opened his pack slowly and rummaged through the contents, before finally grabbing a pad and dragging it out while licking his index finger. “Remember…” he muttered, as he dragged his index finger across the glass screen, “Remember…to…search up…m-model…of…this…sp-spa- hell! Not ‘e’, you moronic sensor pad, ‘c’!-‘c’, ah, there we go. Space…ship…” Vincent bit his tongue as he held the pad with his right hand, his left rummaging through his pack once more until he dragged out an extremely old looking camera and snapped a picture, the image of the spaceship suddenly loading on the pad, right beside what he had just wrote out.

Grinning, he shoved the mechanisms back into his pack, zipping it up hastily, until he suddenly remembered his job during the mission. Need to read up those biographies… I suppose leaving them for later was not a good idea… He sighed looked at the others again, slightly less eager to step onto the ship once again. “I mean, both mean a certain death…” Vincent continued to mutter absentmindedly as he kept himself at the back of the group, his hood still up and his face still in the shadows. “Probably wouldn’t be bad to ask if alcohol’s allowed…” he looked up and looked at the woman leading them to the ship. “Lady,” he said gruffly, not as loud as he usually was. She didn’t hear him- or probably ignored me- so Vincent cleared his throat and opened his mouth, as if he was going to try again before he closed his mouth shut.

Let’s think about this later. he thought. Anyways, no one had tried to check his pack during the walk to the ship, and he didn’t see any security checks anywhere. Vincent was determined to bring his alcohol, if that was the last thing he ever did. Hopefully they have good drinks in these other planets…and that we don’t die because of some blasted, out of the ordinary accident.

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Yup, that's a space ship.

Fortunately, it seemed like a nice one. People sometimes neglect how important something looking good can be, especially if it's intended for long-term habitation. A pleasing form and pleasant surroundings just make people more comfortable with things. And so, whoever had designed the aesthetics of the ship had Minerva's gratitude. Hopefully the inside would match.

And hopefully it wouldn't feel like the dorms back at school.

But that's all there really was to say about the ship. Others reactions to it, though... The general reaction seemed positive, which was a good sign. Excitement seemed high; they seemed to look forward to setting off. Perhaps foolishly so, as there still wasn't too much data available to them. Perhaps there was more on the ship's computers - which Minerva hoped would interface with hers - or perhaps there really just wasn't much more known. Vincent, at least, seemed to concur, and exhibited definite signs of nervousness, which didn't do much to console the same nervousness Minerva was trying to hide.

And then there was the young scientist. Both easy and hard to read at the same time. Easy, because his general emotional state was blatantly obvious. Hard, because the reasons behind those emotions weren't. There seemed to be something he was hiding - something responsible for his extreme shyness, which would be hard to find because of it. In this case, though, it was simpler. He was nervous about the mission, same as anyone sensible.

Which apparently didn't include at least one member of the crew. Tori's primary concern right now seemed to be eating candy. Overconfidence, or perhaps faked confidence? Probably the former.

"Is there anything further we are waiting for before boarding? I would like to get acquainted with the ship, and especially my infirmary."

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"I'll do my best el piloto." Or however you said it. CC had never taken a Spanish class in her life. Most of her electives were spent on human biology, thanks to her interest in bionics. "And if we still fail, let's hope our tactician has a plan for us."

An amused grin slowly formed on CC's face as Nixon made a show of taking off his mask. The face that showed behind the mask was nothing out of the ordinary, and the mechanic didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. She didn't wish some sort of tragic past for him after all, but he'd definitely have made quite a colorful character. "Looks like we have a showstopper."

"I nominate Nixon for my best friend in the ship." CC's face lit up like a child's on Christmas day when the mask was thrown in her direction. Her hands systematically ran over it, her focus completely on it even as she listened simultaneously to the conversation at hand. It looked like she hadn't heard Nixon's words, but it was quickly proven otherwise when she responded with her own quip.

"I'll do my best, but my right hand has a mind of its own." As if to mark the end of the conversation, the intercom crackled to life. While CC didn't look up from her study of Nixon's mask, her ears picked up whatever information she needed.

"Isn't this mission its own death sentence and prison?" There was no malice in the statement; only a matter of fact tone of voice. There might've been a hint of resignation, but that could be attributed to the fact she'd rather much spend time getting a better gauge of her teammates than listening to the droning voice. She didn't need the info about everyone's tasks; that was pretty much common sense. She looked up briefly to Minerva, who was their medic. Should anyone's bionics fail, she and the doc would be working in tandem.

Yellow eyes slid up to the door, where the woman that had been announced arrived. Like the rest of the team, she stood up, holding the mask in her left hand as she took her messenger bag off the floor. They were an interesting bunch, that was for sure. A shadow fell over her and a hand came within her line of sight. She broke out into a grin as she looked up to the much taller male.

"Aww, I wanted to play with it more." She stuck out a tongue, but handed the mask over. He looked a bit uncomfortable without it. Just as he turned to leave, CC raised a hand, calling up for him to wait for her as she rummaged her bag. She tried to keep in pace with him, his longer strides making it difficult for her. Just as they came in view of the ship, she found what she was looking for.

"Here you go!" A gloved hand gestured for him to open his own, and once he followed orders, CC released a bottle and a piece of cloth sealed in plastic. The former was disinfectant which came out in spray or liquid, depending on which button you pressed. She always kept both at hand. "Disinfectant and cleaning cloth; kinda gross to use it after I've run my hands through it, right?"

Finally, she turned to look at their ship, and let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Hannah, treat her well please. It'd be such a shame for it to become all battered and bruised." It was nice to know that majority of the group agreed with her sentiments, especially aesthetics wise. Sleek and modern, it definitely looked every inch the space ship straight out of a modern sci fi novel. However, she was much more interested in what ran under the hood. Sure, she'd been given the specs and other related information, but there was nothing like actually running around and checking it herself.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, an unexpected voice beat her to the punch. Minerva, their medic. It was nice she'd chosen to speak. "I agree with Minmin;" Minerva was such a mouthful. Not really. "I'd like to check the engine room out for any errors." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she knew everyone was replaying what she'd said earlier. If what she said did turn out true, at least they could take comfort in the knowledge their motormouth mechanic would be the first to go. It usually started in the engine room after all.



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Hannah grinned at everyone's positive reactions, giving Ricky's hand a quick squeeze and a small smile from the corner of her eye to stop some if his apprehension. Listening to the groups desire to board becoming stronger drew a small smirk from Hannah.

"Wanna tell them why it's not a good idea to get to close yet?" She whispered to be brother quietly from the corner of her mouth, small knowing grin in place. She had to wonder how many of them had been around a spaceship before? Probably just a few, so they wouldn't know and Ricky could probably see it with his eyes.

"T-there's a a field a-around it... R-right...?" Hannah smiled slightly as Ricky activated his zoom, getting a good look at the force fields particular structure, "D-doesn't l-look like it w-would h-hurt or th-throw someone b-back...", He glanced at the ship, his head twisted slightly to the side with a curious glint in his eyes.

Glancing around Hannah noticed the women was gone, it was a pretty straight forward layout for the ship, the floor plan would also be tapped to the wall right across from the entrance. Rooms were random, they were all the exact same and you could have anyone you wanted, though you weren't allowed to bunk. Grinning evilly at the idea, Hannah knew that was going to be broken for Ricky's case at least for the first few months, with him nervous space travel and all.

There were 7 basics editions to the ship if she remembered correctly for this type of design, which she studied a couple of years ago. You had your Brig, Gallory, Sick Bay, Training Rooms, Crew Quarters, Engine room and finally her primary home, the bridge and command center!

"You guys might not want to enter that ship just yet. Basic procedure in hangers, especially military hangers, it a field. It won't hurt you, just mark you with a tracker. It's not much of a surprise them being nervous, what with a bunch of 'kids' about to travel into space alone." She commented as she grinned and began to walk towards the control center, and giving the whole system a quick scan before turning to CC with an innocent smile on her face. "Hayyyyy, CC... Want to have some fun and use you amazing Mechanic skills and deactivate the field radio." She acted innocently as she pointed out a bunch of tangled wires and a transmitter, the transmitter would handle the whole ship, even the take off, but if CC knew which wire to cut for the field than they were all good to go. Hannah didn't want to be tracked throughout the whole voyage and continued being watched once she returned home.

Once that field was done, Hannah was gone, confused little brother to watch nervously at her back as she ran towards the bridge, leaving him to awkwardly stand there. Glancing at the map on the wall, Ricky hesitantly made his way towards the crew quarters were he could hide away for a little while before his sister returned from pilot heaven, in her opinion.

Hannah entered the bridge and nearly broke down, it was beautiful. She was going to be allowed to fly they magnificent piece of technology? "I must of done something good in my past life.", She didn't think anyone had followed her towards the bridge, probably looking around to see where they would be mainly working or what rooms they wanted, and Hannah took the few minutes alone to just sit there and appreciate the sight before her before quickly getting up and hopping into the pilot seat. She began to flick on the engines and could hear the sweet purr from all the way down in the engine room, flicking on the intercom to the ship as she continued to set the spaceship up for flight, she let her voice come out.

"Hello and welcome abroad this sexy metallic beast, this is your captain speaking. Because I don't know how to be patient and my hands are itching to fly, we will be taking off... Right now!", with that preparations were done and she felt the StarFire lift off, feeling as it became completely her responsibility and now was under her control, and that was one of the main reasons she lived for this, for flying. It was one of the few things she always had complete control over, and so far that had yet to change.

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AWWW SH*T! I messed up lol I didn't realize sorry >~<

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After her short gawking session Tori adjusted her backpack to the left side of her shoulder breathing out, satisfied with the ship. She kept the bag of skittles in her left hand while something caught her interest from the corner of her eye. She switched her gaze towards the captain and her little brother walking into the ship. The young fighter looked around seeing that almost everyone was already doing their own thing talking amongst themselves. Apparently Nixon and the fiery head mechanic, CC had become best friends, and Vincent looked rather nervous while Minerva's eyes flicked from each person the last being Vincent. The young fighter had no doubt that she felt as if she could get along with everyone on the ship but wouldn't be much interest to them.

She shrugged it off and followed the captain up onto the ship, her keys hitting against a cylinder device that was clipped to her belt. Once inside she watched as they're scientist disappeared into one of the rooms then turned her attention towards the captain whose reaction to the inside of the ship amused her and caused a grin to cross her lips. Tori had to say the inside was impressive, Of course as she's the fighter you'd think she'll be rushing off towards the training room but she just wanted to get settled in and check it out later. Her eyes followed the captain as she gawked over all the shiny buttons and tech on HER ship. She watched as Hannah plopped down in the pilot seat letting out a happy sigh. The young fighter could feel her feet vibrate as the engine was turned on , for a second her legs feeling like jelly for a second for some odd reason but that feeling quickly faded away.

Tori stretched out waiting for everyone else to get on and get their rooms because she really didn't mind which room she got as long as everyone was happy with their choice, she didn't mind. She leaned against one of the walls next to the entrance looking around observing her environment, finding every possible way to escape or to hide. After she did that her attention snapped back towards the captain who turned on the intercom and spoke "Hello and welcome aboard this sexy metallic beast, this is your captain speaking. Because I don't know how to be patient and my hands are itching to fly, we will be taking off... Right now!" Tori couldn't help but to get a giggle out of this as she watched the happy Captain talk. " Such an eager and happy captain you are right now~"Tori spoke in a tone that had a small hint of flirting in it as she walked over to her setting down half the bag of her skittles next to the captain.

" It's not much, I know but it's all I have other than a small bottle of scotch and a bag of lollipops." Tori turned on her heel a small grin on her lips as she walked towards the rooms seeing that everyone had already picked their rooms she took the empty one that was first in the hall to the left. When she got in she proceeded to drop her back next to the bed and throw herself on it crossing her legs and placing her arms behind her head. " Ahh..I'll check the training room later..I need to work on my new move."

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CC let out the most unladylike snort when Nixon called for shotgun, then let out a loud laugh right after. That was more childish than she'd expected from him, but she supposed first impressions weren't everything. While most of the time first impressions were correct, for CC at least, it seemed for this particular band of ragtag men and women had a lot of layers. It was going to be fun finding what they were really like.

Shaking her head, she spoke in easy tones. "You'll get no competition from me; I'll be in the engine room, where the real excitement is."

Just as they were about to head in, their pilot and her brother had a mini-discussion before turning to her. Was this a challenge from their captain? If it was, the fiery girl would be happy to meet it head-on.

"Whoops, forgot about that. It's been a while since I last saw one." Truth be told though, CC had no strong feelings either way about being tracked. They could follow her to the loo for all she cared. But if Hannah didn't like it, she supposed they didn't have much of a choice. Their ship couldn't leave without a pilot after all; while CC was a fair hand at driving in general, she probably wouldn't be able to keep it up for very long. Taking off the glove to her right hand, she studied the mass of wires. Did these people have no sense of organization? "Hey if I cut the wrong one, what do you think will happen?" She simply smiled but continued to study the transmitter and wiring, until she finally managed to identify which one it was.

Lacking all the finesse that she'd been trained for, CC aimed her hand at the right wire and... fired! She quickly closed and pulled her hand away before it could cause any further damage. The sound of static filled the air for a few seconds before disappearing, and CC saluted everyone. "Done. Let's all hope and pray that wasn't the anti-heat shield for takeoff and landing. Now who wants to shake hands in congratulations?" She waggled her fingers at them, letting out a chuckle as she did so.

When no one volunteered and instead headed for the ship, the young mechanic waddled behind, stuffing her right hand into her hoodie pocket. Her pinky and ring finger had malfunctioned, no doubt thanks to using her laser. With a sigh, she tried to figure out what was wrong. The heat from the laser probably overheated some of the wiring that acted as the nervous system. That was the problem with testing out new pieces of technology on herself; if it malfunctioned, she could only blame herself. The laser was only a recent addition to her bionic hand.

Their tactician was being a loner and talking to himself, which piqued the mechanic's over inquisitive mind. "Come on Pops, time to get a move on." She reached up, lightly slapped his temple through the cloth hoodie, and held up a peace sign as she grinned. When you were with CC, personal space simply didn't exist.

Finally she entered the ship, fairly pleased with what she found inside. The exterior didn't lie about the interior. She immediately headed for the engines, but thought that maybe leaving her clothes and other things in her crew room would be better. To compromise, she simply kicked her mechanics items into the Engine room, the bag falling into place underneath the table with a satisfying thump.

"Score one for CC." Her right hand remained in her hoodie; she'd fix it once they started cruising.

She entered the room nearest, and was a bit startled to find someone inside already. "Hi Ricky!" The boy was frighteningly shy that he almost made the outgoing mechanic feel awkward. Almost. She was much more focused on her current dilemma. "Is this your room? Would you mind if we do a switch? I want to be nearest the engine room." When his enthusiastic sister came over the intercom, yellow eyes slid over to meet his, a small laugh passing her lips. "She's in her element, definitely. I better head over to my station. Come down if you wanna watch."

Once she was inside, she booted up the computer within, undoing her own wrist computer to sync it with the bigger device. A robotic voice started to tell her the status of the various parts it took to keep the ship afloat even as CC went to check those sections herself. "Status alerts every fifteen minutes." It correctly repeated her instructions. Once she was done doing the check up and everything was in order, she started setting up the needed materials for the bionic surgery she would be performing in a bit. In the meanwhile, she activated the intercom to let them know of how the ship was doing. "All systems are a-okay! We're not exploding or meeting a fiery demise today!"




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Vincent had been muttering to himself, bent forwards with his eyes fixed on the ship. His eyes darted to and fro as he took in the overall shape and build of the ship. I swear…I have never seen a model like this over the hundreds of thousands of books I’ve read so far…except that one scroll that dated back a few centuries ago. He pulled at his beard again, his eyes squinting, until suddenly, a voice broke through his reverie. “Come on Pops, time to get a move on.” CC slapped his head through his hoodie and walked away, leaving the tactician bewildered and a little bit insulted.

“I’m not that old! For Christ’s sake-“ he mumbled darkly as he followed the rest of the expedition crew, and entered the ship right after CC, him towering over her as they walked into the spacious entrance room of the StarFire 2001O. “Well, I’ll be damned…” Vincent muttered as he looked at the sleek surfaces and the corridors that led off to the multiple rooms that were open. He laughed lightly as he walked into the bridge to see the interface to the side of the captain. He let out a soft whistle as he sat down in the plush chair, a groan leaving him as he finally sat down.

He looked at the buttons in front of him, a sly grin on his face, and then reached forward and turned the interface on. Vincent slowly grabbed the seatbelt around him and buckled himself, the seatbelt forming an X across his chest. “Calibrating,” a female voice said, as the word appeared on the screen in front of Vincent, “Face recognition, complete. Vincent Velorien, tactician; welcome aboard.” Vincent grinned as the interface expanded, to show the different selections for the multiple planets that they were supposedly going to go to, including personal biographies of the others on the ship with him.

He turned, his chair swiveling, to face the captain as she gleefully said, “Hello and welcome aboard this sexy metallic beast, this is your captain speaking. Because I don’t know how to be patient and my hands are itching to fly, we will be taking off… right now!” The smile that had been on Vincent’s face slipped off as he felt the ship rumble and lift off from the platform it had been parked in.

Quickly swiveling his chair back into place, Vincent pulled out the interface to see the different planets, observing them each before he turned once again to face Hannah. “Captain!” he yelled over, the soft rumbling that filled the ship reverberating in his body, the noise filling his ears, “Which planet do you plan on going to first?” With a few practiced swipes of his hand, he sent the extremely basic overviews of the different planets they were supposed to visit. He tapped the interface again and orb forms appeared on top of the explanations of the planets- images of what the planets looked like from space.

“I personally prefer…wait…this one.” He said into the microphone beside him he had just found and had just linked to the captain’s seat, while once again tapping away on the screen, letting the screen light up as the planet lit up with a bright light as well. Vincent shrugged and turned his chair once again to look at the captain. “Well? What do you think?” His eyes glinted with fun and anticipation- with a little bit of fear- as he awaited Hannah’s answer.

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Hannah jumped slightly when she heard Tori's voice behind her, so lost in her own little bubble of happiness she hadn't noticed the fighter follow her into the bridge, nor had she seen Vincent sit down and begin to go though files.
Tori dropped the half eaten pack of skittles next to Hannah making her grin after Tori's retreating back.
"Thanks Tori! Your my new best friends!!", She yelled after the women before throwing a few skittles into her mouth and nearly moaning in pleasure as the chewy sweets let off their rainbowy goodness. "This is the life, flying a ship in search of an adventure while eating skittles? It can't get any better.".

The ship was now moving out of its port and would soon be entering the atmosphere, the engines beginning to rumble as they forced their way though the stratosphere. Hearing a shout coming from Vincent, Hannah turned her left eye to focus on the Tactician while right eye kept looking out of the window so she wouldn't crash the ship by mistake. Listening to the older mans voice come though the intercom next to her, she turned her left gaze towards the screen as a window popped up, showing off a beautiful blue planet from outer space.

Grinning, Hannah nodded her head, turning both her eyes back to the sky. "Gondalia, good choice Vince. It's the closet planet to earth from all the six so it's going to be the first on our to-do list.", She responded to the man back through the intercom. She didn't know much about the planet, except its coordinates though from the looks of it, it was stunning with all those blues mixing together. The government has said the inhabitants of all the planets were dangerous though, so she just hoped it wouldn't be to much for her younger brother.

~Meanwhile~

Ricky glanced around the small, plain room he had chosen at random. Slowly he began to unpack his things before the fiery haired mechanic came into his room and asked if she could have it instead. Nodding his head, a small blush working its way onto his cheeks, he began to move out the room before his sisters voice came through the intercom.

Glancing up to meet the mechanics laughing face, Ricky couldn't help but give a small smile before hiding behind his wild fringe once again. CC left to go to the engine room and Ricky was alone once again. Making his way towards another one of the empty rooms, he began to unpack again.

Cloths and shoes went into draws, though he didn't bring many of either. Moving to one of the small tables in the room, he opened up a metal brief cause which quickly turned into a miniature lab holding all the necessary equipment and chemicals needed to do the research on each of the planets he needed. Also placing a small laptop down on his bed, he plugged it in before glancing around the room nervously, at a complete lose on what to do.

Thinking back on all the rooms he had seen on the he map, he finally decided on the sick bay. The sick bay would hold a lot of chemicals and important equipment, and Ricky would probably need half the chemicals that would be kept there so he might as well take inventory of what they had.

Pulling out a little notebook and a pencil, he began to draw the out a map of the ship as he walked down the corridor, jotting down notes as he passed doors and passageways of any worth before finally arriving at the sick bay. Glancing around, he turned to a new page and began to sketch the room, as he took the inventory.

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Vincent nodded and swiveled his chair again, this time dragging the interface with him. He whistled with appreciation, though this really wasn’t too advanced for the technology at the time, and once again resumed fiddling around with the multiple selections on the database. Dragging back the planet information sheets except for the coordinates of Gondalia, Vincent opened the one for the planet that they were headed to. He had heard of the planet before- he definitely had, the memory still fresh as if it were yesterday- but from what he remembered, it was an extremely brief and basic overview. Nothing had been said about what sort of inhabitants lived there, or the demography of the planet itself. The only two things that Vincent had got out of the lecture was: one, the inhabitants of the planet were savage, crude and dangerous; two, it was most likely that most of the surface of the planet was water.

But after fiddling around with the interface in front of him, working his way through as if he had been working with it for many years, Vincent didn’t learn anything more about Gondalia at all. The glaring words that caught his eyes the most: Unexplored. He paused, pulled off his hood, and glared at the words before pulling his face close up to the floating interface. “Are you kidding me? Vincent shook his head, laughing slightly as if it were a joke before swiping his hands around again, refreshing the page to see the singular word again. Unexplored.

Vincent couldn’t believe his eyes. Are they sending us off…to get us killed?! His palms sweated as he returned to Gondalia’s information page and looked through the rest of the sparse information on there. Grabbing his pack that he had placed earlier on his lap, he opened it and grabbed his pad and a flask which he downed in a second. “God damn it!” Vincent muttered as he made the interface shrink back into the screen in front of him and then made the interface of the pad in his hands emerge from the slab of glass. Amongst the immense amount of folders that appeared in front of Vincent, he chose one that was in the corner of the selections.

“Come on…come on…,” he muttered, as a loading screen showed, anxiety and nervousness biting at him as he waited for the folder to show. Finally, the loading screen faded to show more folders, many of which had ‘Confidential’ in their titles. It wasn’t that Vincent was a rebel- well, he was, to an extent- but he loved hacking into the government information databases. This included ‘pirating’ data on basic things such as where people lived to the experiments done in the underground labs that the government hid from the entire human population on Earth, to information on life-bearing planets. The file that he opened now contained stolen confidential data on an amalgam of planets, including the water-planet called Gondolia.

The file contained the exact same information- word for word- on the interface that was on the StarFire 200IO. Vincent let out a strangled laugh and waved his hand downwards toward the pad, the words in the air immediately vanishing back into the slab of glass on his lap. Zipping is pack up, Vincent unlocked his seatbelt and got up, shaking his head slightly and yelled at Hannah, “I’ll be back. Soon enough.” Leaving the bridge, Vincent chose one of the rooms that was closest and wasn’t occupied and threw his bag in before heading off to the galley. I swear. If they don’t have some alcohol on this death trap…

The trip, in Vincent’s eyes, was starting on the bloody best way ever- and he needed booze to make it even more glorious.

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Tori drifted off for about 15 minutes before waking up again stretching out yawning. " Well I better get ready to hit the training room!" The young fighter stood up from her bed pulling off her biker grab and changing into a pair of black sweats and a grey tank-top. She unhooked the small metal cylinder device from her keys and uncapped the small bottle of scotch. She took a gulp then capped it back up and placed it back in her back. Tori figured she'd unpack later since she really wanted to check out the training room now.

When she was ready Tori stepped out her room rubbing the back of her neck the small metal device in her other hand. Looking down either side of the hall seeing no one she began to walk towards the bridge. When she got there she only saw the captain sitting in her chair. She walked next to her looking out into the sky. " Sure is pretty Captain, the sky that is and you too." Tori was just going to say the sky but she couldn't resist the urge to add on. She stood there for a second looking at the sky truly hypnotized by the colors.


"Well I'm off to the training room miss captain lady, catch ya later beautiful~" With that The young fighter turned once more on her heel and began down the hall. As she walked around she thought that she'd probably check out the other places while on her way to the training room. After a five minute walk the young fighter saw Vincent and walked up to him. " Hey there Vince, your looking rather..nervous?"She said questionably wondering if she was wrong or right. Tori shoved her hands in her pockets exhaling then inhaling the cool air as she walked.

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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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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 >~<