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Adam Link

"My monitors indicate that you are distressed. Would you like to talk about it?"

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a character in “After Armageddon”, as played by Phersu

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Name: Adam Link

Nickname(s): Doc, Adam.

Position: Medical Officer.

Age: Mentally around thirty. His physical age is that of a teenager.

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Asexual.

Race: Synthetic Android

Height: 6'2

Physical Description: Adam is rarely, or rather, has never, been seen outside of his sleek metal suit. His actual appearance is unknown, and he has mentioned that his appearance is merely a suit he wears. While Adam is an android, he is also synthetic. He was made of flesh mimicking materials, so his appearance inside his suit is human in nature. He seems to have anxiety about going without his black suit, so that is what everyone on the ship knows as his appearance. His suit is form fitting, and made of sleek black metal. It can be seen that he has a lean, but muscular, physique inside of it. While he looks intimidating, there is a calming nature that seems to exude from him. His movements are always efficient and quick. His voice has a metallic tinge to it, perhaps from the suit, but is just as soothing.

Religious Affiliation: Buddhist.

Creed: "Man, machine, or alien. It does not matter. I shall help those who need help."

Outlook: "All things must come to an end, just as all things must start again. Whether it be a life or a universe. What lives shall die, and what dies shall live again. It is but a cycle, and we must see it through."

Goal: Adam is a bit lost in the grand sense of the word, as he has no overreaching objective he wishes to meet. His goal at this point in time, and for the foreseeable future, is to assist the injured and ensure the health of his captain and her crew. Aside from this, he wishes to learn more about what it is to be truly human, but he is unsure if this is an end in itself or merely a means to something grander yet unseen.

Personality: Adam is what humans would classify as introverted, as he is prone to introspection and long periods of silence. He is very intelligent and loves to read classic literature from humanity's past. He is very gentle and kind, only accepting violence as a course of action when no other alternatives are possible. This doesn't mean he is weak, however. When he has to fight, he is brutal and swift, quickly putting down his opponents to save his allies from harm. He will spare whoever he can, but he accepts that there isn't always a choice. He sometimes lacks the understanding to recognize more subtle human nuances in speech and body language.

Skills:

Physician of Mind and Body - Adam is highly skilled in medicine, able to deal with most any infliction affecting his patients. In addition to the body, he is also skilled in psychology and therapy, able to counsel those who wish to seek counseling. He has training in dealing with alien physiology as well as humans.

Soothing Aura - He has a way of calming those around him with his presence, making him even more efficient in his duties as the medical officer.

Vir ex Machina, Man from the Machine - Adam is highly analytic due to his nature as an android, in addition to being stronger than the average human. He is able to keep calm and logical in practically every situation he faces.

Equipment/Tools:

Standard medical tools in the med bay.
Augmented Reality Neural Implants, allowing him to monitor things such as blood pressure, adrenaline levels, and pulse of the people he is looking at. This is to aid him in his ability to heal the sick, but some people find it invasive, as it allows him to efficiently read ones mood.

Weapons:

Wrist Mounted Med-Tool - More of a medical tool than a weapon, as it is primarily used in making incisions and cauterizing wounds. It can be used as a closed ranged weapon, however. It basically shoots out a small energy blade, which he can manipulate to burn things instead of merely making incisions.

Himself, technically, given his well-defended suit.


History: Adam Link is a Synthetic Android, Version 43 Type CM. His reason for being construction is to serve as a Combat Medic in war zones. Given the near annihilation of humankind, this purpose has been replaced to instead serve as a regular physician to those in need. He had very little use as a combat medic, as the war ended not too long after his construction.

After the war, Version 43 Type CM Serial Number 453372 was picked up by a group of humans, one of which was a robotics engineer. This man is the one who gave him the name Adam Link, after a robot who worked to help humanity in a piece of old literature. It was during this time that Adam gained a sense of self and learned of Buddhism, an old Earth religion. He agreed with its principles, and decided to further help humanity at this point in his life.

It was later on that he was picked up as a medical officer by the captain Cassidy Laiho because of his medical expertise.

So begins...

Adam Link's Story

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Zyt

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The Med-Bay was completely dark, except for a small table light at the far corner of the room. A lone figure sat down by the light with a book yellowing with age, and black metal helmet placed by it. He made no noise except for that of parchment being turned, which he do so frequently. It only seemed to take him a handful of seconds to finish reading the page he was on and flip to the next.

"I want everybody up and at their stations, we've got places to be. Especially you, Marx. The ship can fly itself, doesn't mean I want it to. Anyone who sees to do otherwise will be hitching a ride on the hull when we jump." The figure stopped reading and looked up at the speakers after the voice finished talking, slowly digesting what had been said. He hummed slightly and tapped his fingers on the desk for a little while as he decided what he should do. He nodded and closed the book gingerly, not needing a bookmark to remember where he left off when he resumed reading. He stood up slowly and grabbed his helmet, putting it on his head carefully.

"Adam Link reporting to Captain Cassidy Laiho. Requesting the Captain to visit the Med-Bay," The suited man said, his tone rather formal and stiff, into a com-link he had by his desk. His voice seemed to have a soothing quality to it despite that, however.

"Low Urgency Level. No need to rush," he added as an after thought, switching on the lights in the Med-Bay and turning off his lamp.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter

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"1,001. 1,002. 1,003..." Wes counted off as he did his morning workout, sit-ups. His abs are about the only thing he can work out, due to his arms, and legs being cybernetic limbs. He has to do something to occupy his time, because thanks to his implants he doesn't need but a hour or two of sleep. He was nearing 1,050 sit-ups before he was interrupted by his Captain to report to his station, in her elegant way as usual. Though even on her worse day she's not nearly as bad as Zaxt. He wouldn't even take the courtesy of warning you to wake up, turn off the gravity, and a bump on the ceiling would wake you up. Well that's on a good day. A lot of the time he'd crack open their cabin doors, and open the airlocks. That would just yank you out of bed, and shoot most of the stuff in you're cabin out in space.

"Here I thought I was going to reach 2,000 today." Wes muttered to himself as he hopped up off the floor. He grabbed a towel off the nightstand, and wiped off the sweat on his brow. He tossed it aside, threw on a shirt, and laced up his boots. He went over to one of the tables that was in his quarters, this one had pieces of his armor sitting on it, while the other had some of his weapons, with the bigger guns being hung on the wall behind it. He grabbed the arm pieces of his armor, and put them on. He then put on his shin guards, and grabbed his chest piece. As he put on his chest piece, the armor pieces began to expand, and attach themselves together and soon his entire armor was on.

Wes grabbed his pistol, 'Sally', and summoned his helmet. With that he was ready for duty. He strolled on up to the bridge to see that only the captain was there so far. "Do we finally have work, or are you just disturbing my workout just cause?" Wes asked with his voice deep, and distorted due to his helmet. He heard the message that Zyt sent to the captain, that was soon followed by their doctor asking her to come to the med-bay. "Well, things off to a great start." Wes sarcastically stated. "What's the point in having a robot engineer if it's not available to work?"

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai Character Portrait: Delphine Noel

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In the ships kitchen Lena had already been up planning the meals for the day, her small figure having been hunched over the small desk she had moved from her vardo to the corner of the kitchen. The kitchen itself had at one point been cleaner than a surgical ward and just as bare but ever since she had been picked up as a cook the kitchen became covered in small containers, candles, food hanging everywhere, and more colors in the small space than should be advised. The lights in the kitchen hadnt been used in the short time she had been on the ship, the hundreds of candles that were lined on the walls kept the kitchen in a warm and calming light instead. At one point the walls were even covered in thick paint with anything Lena could think of, from landscapes from the many planets she had visited to strange symbols that she promised was to protect. There were counters attached to the walls with a small island that was covered in a large amount of recipe books, several in a poor condition and all of them obviously older than herself. Every little container on the shelves and hanging from the ceiling held a different spice, ones that she would seek out or collect from each planet after learning what they did or tasted like from locals. The storage she kept locked up tight because no one was allowed in there with out her say so; not that anyone needed to break in it if they want anything, if they asked the possibility of her making a snack at any time was incredibly high.

Lena was pulled from her thoughts when the speaker just above her sounded and the Captain's voice poured out "I want everybody up and at their stations, we've got places to be. Especially you, Marx. The ship can fly itself, doesn't mean I want it to. Anyone who sees to do otherwise will be hitching a ride on the hull when we jump." She let out a small chuckle as she pressed a button labeled "pilot deck" and spoke into a small microphone, "Lena reporting! Food will be done with in the hour, and I have coffee nice and steaming for when you're ready for it!" Letting go of the button she added a few more notes before standing up to start the day officially by pushing away from the desk and stretching her arms up to pop her back. She was wearing a large amount of red and white, a pristine white peasant shirt with long white sleeves that ran past her finger. She had several different fabrics loosely wrapped around her waist and down to her ankles, all different shades of red although mainly just darker ones were present. She had her hair messily tied on top of her head with a thick scarf that fell against her neck and bounced on her shoulder blades just a bit when she walked. The kitchens fire had been started a long while ago when she first awoke, so her shoes had been taken off and now only had ribbon tied around her ankles and up to her knees, this time white. She soon had those sleeve up and tied near her shoulders though, there would be no point of making food if most of it was attached to her in some way.

Lena had only been on the ship for a couple of days and she hadnt seen any of the members, only the Captain and really the first impression probably hadnt been the best. Her little ship had all but ran into the Day when it had been on auto, she had been in the back reading when she heard loud warning noises then an incredibly angry voice over her communicator. She did not mind the yelling however, since this voice was the first she had heard ever since the Burning as she was now calling the incident that had taken her family away. Some how with a bit of begging to be taken aboard she became the cook but she had yet to actually meet anyone, the days had been spent getting to know the kitchen and transferring her things to a room. Maybe today she would get to know everyone now, or at least see someone, and she needed to make a good impression which is fairly easy when most love something to eat. She opened a large book upon the island, its well worn pages covered in a strange language that no one would be able to read anymore. "Poor lonely gypsy, no one will be able to know your secret will they" Lena asked herself, looking down at it sadly and stroked a page her heart giving a twinge as she look through to find some things for breakfast that would suit everyone. Beside her was the notes she had been making with every crew members name on it so she could write down what she would notice later on about what they do and do not eat. "Hmm now where to start?"

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai

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Cassidy hadn't a moment before a holographic projection of Zyt - the only reliable engineer currently on board the Day - formed with all due promptness in front of her. With a mildly bemused mien, she folded her arms and listened. "Engineer unit Zyt reporting. This unit is currently undergoing his weekly maintenance event and will not be able to perform any duties for the next fifteen minutes. This unit apologizes for any inconveniences." With that said, the projection winked from existence, leaving her once again alone. She saw no reason to bother replying, a miniscule smirk at the corner of her lips being the most she managed.

Not seconds after that, another of her crew saw fit to chime in, as well. "Adam Link reporting to Captain Cassidy Laiho. Requesting the Captain to visit the Med-Bay. Low Urgency Level. No need to rush." This had her face screwed into a placid frown. Perhaps she should be admiring his dedication, but at the same time she did not appreciate anything that came across even remotely as patronization. Doctors had a very bad habit of rubbing her the wrong way, regardless of their intentions.

Cassidy tapped the comm link planted on her collar. "Acknowledged, Link. I'll be up shortly." She finished just as Weston was arriving and Lena came on over the comm. Coffee sounded good, but she had other things that needed tending to first. The security officer came striding briskly onto the bridge, fully suited up and ready for work. Speaking of dedication, the thoughts trickled softly through her head. She reflexively straightened, squaring her shoulders, locking her joints, and clasping her hands behind her back. A very military stance, even if rather relaxed for an ex-serviceman. The armored figure was none too pleased with her urgency, though he appeared to find some entertainment in the dual calls she had just received from the vessel's two synthetic lifeforms. As if his own casual carriage was influencing her, Cassidy could feel her muscles slowly relaxing. "Better it takes a minute now than break down later. Probably just as the drive goes critical," she bitterly joked. "No work just yet, only a lead. Planet's close by. It's a shit hole. High income inequality, corrupt local government, massive crime rate. Average under developed planet."

That was when the blithering idiot finally deigned to arrive. He was immediately running his mouth, as well. "Hey, hey, hey the Queen herself. I am unworthy." He must have been trying to get a rise out of her, because he went so far as to reach up and muss her hair. She breathed in deeply through her nose, eyes hardening into vicious daggers that speared down into his. She managed to resist the overpowering urge to snap his wrist, her body again going taut as a wound spring. Eventually - the moment felt agonizingly longer than it was - he moved on and lowered into the pilot's chair. "Reporting in all seriousness. What's the plan?"

After casting an exasperated glance at Weston - in itself a warning that she might need to be restrained - Cassidy directed her attention to the pilot. "I've taken the liberty of logging the coordinates for you. Destination's a planet called Erdas - that's Or Yam, if a Federation patrol stops us." She utterly loathed dealing with the yvores. Generating exonyms was nothing unique to their culture, but they refused to officially acknowledge the native name of any planet or star regardless of who was there first. You always had to keep their designations on hand if you thought it might come up when conversing with them. "Travel most of the distance in warp, take the last twenty minutes in normal space. Three hours at most. Quick and easy. The hard part is going to be planetside." Shifting weight to her left foot, Cassidy looked back and forth between Marx and Weston. "Questions?"

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai

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"Acknowledged Link. I'll be up shortly." Adam nodded to himself when his captain responded, having been tidying up the already rather clean Med-Bay. He would have diagnosed himself with OCD if going to such lengths to keep his workplace tidy caused him stress or dysfunction, but it rather soothed him to clean. It was a form of a meditation to him, as he required no thought processes in doing so.

"I'll have a cup of coffee waiting for you, Captain Laiho," He said through the com-link when he finished cleaning, looking around as he did. He still had time before the Captain would make her way down her, so he might as well grab some coffee to greet her with and help take the edge off. He left swiftly, his movements quick and precise as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Miss Sca'fi'lai," Link said, formally greeting the chef as he entered the kitchen. He quickly busied himself preparing two mugs of coffee and a tray in which to carry them back to his office in the Med-Bay, making sure to prepare milk and sugar for the Captain.

"How are you adjusting to life on the ship?" He asked while preparing the tray, a screen in the corner of his eye showing him statistics on her such as pulse and blood pressure.

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Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai

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It wasnt soon after Lena had started cooking that the first person came through, the visit was quick and honestly she didnt really understand what had happened other than he took coffee and kissed her cheek. Marx? Was that what he said his name was? Either way he left the kitchen feeling like a huge lie had been hung in the air as if it was a banner or mark. She raised her hand and waved it away before getting back to dicing a bright green cylinder shaped fruit, sliding the purple parts away into a small bowl. They clinked as they hit the bowl and soon she was sitting the little bowl aside and tossing the green fruit into a pan, a sickly sweet smell wafted from it as they began to sizzle. It was then another walked through her door, also seeming to know her name, and starting to make two coffees. I will need to remember to put that everyone seems to like coffee Turning to pour a dark brown liquid in the pan and sprinkle some powder that thickened it all quite quickly til the whole mix solidified into a bread like substance.

Lena needed the space besides the new stranger so she was soon beside him when he asked how she was fairing, with a look up did she notice he was wearing a helmet. She could see her own face in it but something else, she couldnt put her finger on it but there was something else there although obviously the front was thick. She couldnt help but step closer to get a better look, the air around him felt weird and Goddess knows that it wasn't because of her. She seemed to have a million questions on her tongue but instead she reached reached for a small green container on the other side of him. A thick brown sludge was poured out on top as she answered the man "It is nice to see others again, I hadnt really seen another being since the destroying began. Although I can not wait til I can feel the ground between my toes" she exclaimed and slide a foot up to wiggle said toes a bit under her skirts.

She really did miss it all from the different weather, the color, even just the breeze was something her body seemed to be sore for. Having the air not have an underlying scent of metal all hours of the day and not gazing out the window to see things on and on without something there to focus on. It had been too long for her to be on ships and the fact she had also been left alone for about the same amount of time without being able to talk to another. "I do not believe I caught your name"

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi

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"That is understandable. Homesickness is to be expected when first living in space," Adam said in confirmation of what she said, nodding along with her words. He finished preparing the tray with coffee and additives when she asked his name. He paused for a moment before turning towards her.

"Pardon. My name is Adam Link, the Medical Officer aboard the ship, Miss Sca'fi'lai. If you feel anything wrong with your person, mental or physical, please feel free to visit me in my office," He said, introducing himself rather eloquently from behind his metal helmet. He seemed like he would flourish a bow if he had the room to do so without knocking everything over, but he settled for a simple head nod.

"If you'll excuse me, I must be back to the Med-Bay," Adam said, bowing his shoulders in goodbye as he whisked away the tray and made a hasty exit from the kitchen. He felt a bit unhappy with the fact he had to leave so abruptly, but he knew that keeping their Captain waiting wasn't one of the best ideas.

"Good morning Captain Laiho....Miss Kuribayashi," He greeted as he waked into the Med-Bay, adding Shiloh's name after he noticed her standing there. He set down the tray with coffee at a free table.

"I'm afraid I only brought two cups. You can have mine."

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi

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By the time Adam returned to the medbay, Shiloh had grown bored of sitting around and begun moving about the deck. She moved quickly and quietly, despite the size and weight of her footwear. Cassidy briefly pondered what the girl might be seeing through her HUD, the implants mapping out her world with readings, notifications, and enhancements. Cass had never liked the thought of getting them, herself. Her helmet being equipped with optical sensors was useful in her line of work, but otherwise she preferred the idea of seeing through unmodified eyes. When the android came in bearing a tray of coffee, Cassidy pushed off the wall and offered a small nod in return to his greeting. Following at a much slower pace, she carefully lifted one of the cups from the tray and drifted off with it.

Shiloh swiveled around and regarded Adam with a barely constrained inquisitiveness. Synthetics had fascinated her to no end ever since she was caught- bested, even- by an AI. Rather than making her bitter on the subject, it only served to obsess her with them. "Hey, doc," she threw him a little salute, grinning from ear-to-ear. An awkward chuckle crawled up her throat, and her smile strained. "Uh.. thanks, but I wouldn't feel right taking it. I'll get some later, if I'm in the mood." She started hovering closer to the door, hands balled into loose fists at her sides. "It would give me an excuse to snoop on our cook, too. Find out what she's all about, yeah? Besides," she started backing out through the door, "Doctor-patient confidentiality, and all. I don't wanna intrude. Have fun." Waggling her fingers in a playful wave, she disappeared.

Cassidy sipped her coffee. Finding it was just as she liked it, her gaze jumped to Adam, an appreciative glint in her dull blue eyes. "My sympathies to whomever she decides to visit next," she murmured. Twisting her upper body toward the doctor, Cass arched an eyebrow. "What's on your checklist this time?"




Shiloh remotely accessed the ship's comm, patching in to the bridge. "Hey, uh.. last I checked, the warp drive looked good to go. Fully charged, and no radiation leaks or anything. Just wanted you to know we won't all get atomized when you hit the big red button." She severed the connection with a smirk and bounded for the lift, making her way to the crew's quarters. She thought about patching an audio file through the speakers to make her entrance more dramatic - it would have added an interesting flair, one must admit - but ultimately decided against such an action. Probably a touch too flamboyant. If first impressions were everything, then she wanted this one to be.. well, she did not want to scare the girl off.

She strode smoothly off of the platform and onto the heavy grating splitting through the floor, past the rows of doors and into the mess. Catching sight of the bar, Shiloh almost made a sudden detour. Almost. At the last second she veered back onto course, and stepped into the kitchen. In an instant her nose was overcome by the overwhelmingly intoxicating scents of cooking food, fresh coffee, and burning candles mingling together into a wonderful haze. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as she took it all in, a drunken smile curving her mouth. She recovered inelegantly, as if staggered by the onslaught.

Hands linked behind her back, she took a couple of long, exaggerated steps further into the room. "'Hoy there," Shiloh chirped in greeting, bobbing on her heels in tune with the syllables. Scrutinizing the kitchen, she was amazed at how many candles there were. Their tiny flames glimmering, casting strange and eerie shadows about. It occurred to her that having all those open flames next to actual, honest-to-god paper books probably was not the safest thing in the galaxy. The cook herself looked a bit of an oddity herself, with her billowing shirt, voluminous skirts, and messily done hair. Shiloh was hardly about to decry the girl for it. If anything, it made her all the more intriguing. She dashed her silence by taking another deep whiff. "Wow, whatever it is you're making.. it smells awesome." She grinned, big and wide, trying to put on as friendly a countenance she could manage. "Oh, uh.. I'm Shiloh." She swung her hand out in a curt wave.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link

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"Checklist?" Adam repeated after Cassidy, his eyes following Shiloh out. He was a bit unsure on what that entire encounter was about, thrown off by it. He mulled over it briefly while he set his cup on his desk near the back of the Med-Bay, turning towards Cassidy when that was done.

"Ah. Why I called you down here, yes. One moment," He said, starting to look around the room for something. He finally spotted it on his desk, right beside where his coffee was, and picked it up. It was a small prescription bottle with some very long and hard to pronounce name inscribed on it. He showed it to the Captain, rotating it so she could see the pills inside clearly.

"Sleep medication. I'm not going to force them on you, but I want you to know that they are here with your name on them," Adam explained, showing her that in fact her name had been scrawled on the side of the bottle in a meticulous handwriting. He set the bottle back down on the desk where she could see them.

"Would you like to discuss any issues you are having? I am a certified psychiatrist." Adam certainly seemed like his words were meant to be condescending, but his tone belayed any idea of that. It was a soothing tone with an undercurrent of concern in it. He was genuinely worried that his Captain might be suffering from something.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai Character Portrait: Delphine Noel Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi

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"Sleep medication," Adam said, presenting her a generic bottle of pills.

Cassidy shifted almost imperceptibly where she stood. A faint crease formed on her brow. She hesitated before taking another sip of her coffee. Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding together. Someone perceptive enough could easily tell that this.. irritated her. It was hardly that she thought she did not need them. Already she was beginning to suspect they might be necessary for her to continue competently running her ship. The backlog of hours she was missing every time she laid down were stacking higher and higher. She found her focus slipping from time to time. Memory lapses occasionally cropped up, forcing her to stop and fight to remember what had been forgotten. Though she was loathe to admit it, the subtle hint of bile in her eyes was likely caused by her damned pride. He had been the one to bring it up, not her. At this point it felt less like a conscious decision she was making herself, and more an option being foisted on her.

Sliding her foot around, Cass nodded to him. "Thanks for the coffee," she murmured in a level tone, already taking her leave of the medbay. He was doing his job, maybe just a little too well. She decided to take the lift this time, just in case Adam decided to try and follow her. Not that it would do much in dissuading an android, so she told herself it was because of the steaming cup in her hand. She let the other hand hand casually in her pocket, trying to relax the tension in her muscles. Another unfortunate side effect of sleep deprivation was her shortening fuse. Every night another centimeter or so was trimmed off, so every tiny spark was all the more dangerous.

The lift finally settled to a stop in the cargo bay. Most of the containers housed here were supplies for the crew, with all the recent shipments taken dropped off already. As such, it felt painfully sparse. She was used to the hulking chamber's state of engorgement on mountains of freight. It would get to full that trying to find your way through became a chore, and you need to use the catwalks to get from make your way around in any reasonable time. She found the Day's cerulean quartermaster going about her duties, and cleared her throat to announce her presence.

Downing another quaff first, Cass' eyes started roaming the bay. "Came here to give you a heads up, so you could clear some space in the off chance our next jobs turn out to need room... Looks like it might have been a wasted trip," she mused, looking over some of the nearby crates. Flying light was a.. strange feeling. Less freight meant fewer paychecks, but independent jobs tended to pay more on average anyway. Still, the Day's potential was being under appreciated. It was just.. wrong. "Might want to be prepared, anyway. Never know what someone needs ferried."




"This unit detects that logs indicate that you have not done the maintenance on the hyperdrive that this unit requested you do during this unit's maintenance event." Zyt interrupted the moment, causing Shiloh to groan loudly in response. She held up a finger to Lena, briefly excusing herself, and moved outside into the mess.

She tapped into the comm, opening a channel to engineering. "I don't know what you're talking about. The last time I scanned the drive's systems, everything was working just fine. What could it possibly need to have done to it, huh?" Shaking her head, she strolled back inside, again wearing a friendly smile. "Sorry about that, bitty little hiccup. Nothing important," Shiloh casually waved the intrusion aside. She was surprised when Anthony suddenly came wandering into the kitchen as well. Oh, boy, a little voice in the back of her head sighed. She was about to greet him when a light bulb clicked on. Silently accessing the ship's computer, she did a quick check on their current status. A sour expression ghosted across her face for a moment, and she shot a message to Zyt.

[08:27:15]
from:Shiloh
to:Zyt
>> Mind patching into the auxiliary controls and initiating a jump? The pilot's away from the helm, and we're still burning thrusters.

There were a number of safety protocols in place that would not allow the ship to make an FTL jump on its own. While she could definitely disable them, it would have been too much of a hassle to put in a single command. That, and she decided it would be better to let the synthetic do it. Just in case she flubbed something. That would end titanically badly for everyone on board. The image of herself seated at the cockpit passed across her mind's eye, and a shiver ran down her spine. She really did not like the thought of piloting a ship in any respect. Far too much responsibility.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Adam Link

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Adam stood where he was while Cassidy left, keeping quiet. The screen that was monitoring her vitals showed the sudden change, and he had a rough idea of what they meant. He just wasn't sure why. For all his expertise in treating people, he couldn't understand them any less then he did. The anger they could feel, and how quickly their emotions could change.....all of it flew right over his head. He hummed quietly, drumming his fingers against one of the tables in the Med-Bay. He knew it would be pointless to follow after her, and would probably just make things worse. Not that it was any easier to swallow for the android.

Adam moved over to his desk, picking up the pill bottle and hiding them away in one of the drawers. No need for someone to walk in and find a bottle of sleep medication with the Captain's name on it. Worrying about the health of the Captain was his job, after all. Efficiency might drop should others become aware that there might be a problem.

"What to do?" He asked himself out loud, picking up the coffee mug. He didn't really need to eat or drink like normal humans did. He could survive off of a fraction of the food they did with no changes to his person since he was an artificial life-form. Not that he would tell people that. Seeing him eat and drink, or at least pretend to, made him easier to relate to. Which is why he dumped the coffee out into a sink after Cassidy left, having had no intention to drink it in the first place. With that dealt with, he moved back to his desk and sat down, starting to do what work he could before breakfast.

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Lena noticed as the man came in again his movements were a bit slower, then again he was no longer in a hurry so she was not blindsided this time by a sudden presence. She accepted the cheek kiss with a small smile that had her eyes close slightly at the corners before starting to set up the table near where her small desk was. It seemed that it use to be the captain's table but since they do not have that many in the crew anymore it is for everyone now. The set of dishes she was setting up were what her large family had used once upon a time, they were well worn with the design almost unreadable now but they were still in fair condition with little to no damage. "They had at one time been green and gold" her grandmother had said "so beautiful and shiny that it was hard to not just stare at from time to time." There wasnt as many now but thankfully enough plus some for the crew to eat comfortably from. As Shiloh cane back in she was already placing the silverware down and loosening the tiesbthat had been holding up her sleeves and hair. Her sleeves slid back down to past her fingers while her hair was quickly pulled back and time away from her face again this time into something a lot simpler.

The fire was keeping kitchen warm and the food as well as she began to put it in serving dishes in different places on the table as well as the coffee and some tea she had been letting sit until now. The air had settled into smelling sweet and a bit like Earth tree had back when there had been any at least, the coffee smell though made everything richer. She waved for Shiloh to follow Marx and sit at the table, having finished setting up quickly, before going to the small microphone she had been at only an hour or so ago. Clearing her throat she pressed a button that was labelled crew before speaking "Lena to crew, Lena to crew, breakfast has been completed. Please report to the kitchen for your meal. Thank you!" She had smilled at the microphone during her small announcement feeling pleased with herself as she turned to check if she was missing anything, her hand closing the book which held notes on her crewmates. "This will be a nice meal."

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"Yeah, sure, it's your funeral pal." Wes replied as Marx left the bridge. Once he left Wes retracted his helmet, and leaned back in his chair. Despite all of the migraines Marx gives him, Wes doesn't dislike him or anything. He just wishes he'd act more professional when on the job. Probably in his downtime(like he'd have that) Wes might like him a bit more. Maybe.

Wes got out of his chair, and paced from his station, and to the helm, making sure everything was ok. While he could take the pilot's seat himself, he's not very confident in his flying abilities. It's not that he's god awful or anything, he's just more like a soccer mom or something, keeping it slow and steady. Why does it feel like half the time I'm the only one working?" Wes muttered to himself.

But then the helm lite up as the ship's hyperdrive powered up. "What the hell?" He asked himself. Wes went over to the helm, and logged into the console to see where helm control was directed to. "Engineering? Zyt." Wes already knew who was responsible. Wes sighed, there wasn't much he could do.

Wes sighed again when it was announced that breakfast was ready. Wes needs very little food to survive, in fact he needs more actual energy for his implants then he does food. But still it'd be rude if he didn't do something. Wes retracted his helmet, and went to the lift.

He entered the mess hall, and surveyed the area, acting as if he was expecting trouble. Which he usually does. He grabbed himself a cup of coffee, and sat in the corner of the room. The armor plating over his mouth on his helmet opened up so he could drink his coffee. He made sure his back was to the wall, and that he had a full view of the room. He's paranoid like that.

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Adam finished up the last of his digital paperwork around the same time Lena gave the dinner call, debating briefly whether or not he should continue working or go eat. He decided on the latter, despite his lack of need to eat. It would be best if he stepped out of his office to socialize every once in a while. He stood up and tidied his desk briefly before leaving the Med-Bay, his movements quick and precise. He made it to the kitchen rather fast, mildly surprised at the fact that so many people had already aggregated there. Not that this expression could be seen behind his helmet.

"Good morning," Adam greeted, not really directing it at any one person. He seemed to no doubt be smiling gently, although the actual expression was hidden. He took a seat without bothering to grab food, not as far back as Weston but certainly not that close to everybody else. If he felt awkward about the Captain's presence, given the earlier encounter, he didn't let on about it.

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Benuine Federation
Sa Jeen Cluster
Signos [Nu Vo] System
Erdas [Or Yam]

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The shimmering emptiness of warp space flashed and shattered into a sea of darkness, the glimmering lights fading into tiny specks against the backdrop of space. The Make My Day would have appeared to materialize abruptly from nothingness as it reentered normal space, thrusters flaring blue-white as they resumed their control over the vessel's flight. On the bridge, Cassidy stared through the forward window - not made of glass, but an engineered transparent titanium alloy. Ahead, dominating the view, was Erdas itself. Vast muddy clouds choked the planet's skies, obscuring the dusty landmasses and oily oceans underneath a veil of toxins and contaminants. There were no starports orbiting, no civilian habitats or military outposts strung up in the gravity well. Aside from the handful of frighteningly basic duct-tape-and-scrap-metal constructs they passed off as gunships, they lacked even a true fleet for protection. Suspended above the planet, however, was a gift from the Federation: a guardian belt. An enormous artificial ring, like a crown of emerald steel. These tremendous installations were the yvores' primary form of planetary defense. A complement of twelve had been constructed around their own homeworld. Formidable as they were, not even a dozen had been able to save Or Rum during the Adjutant's Passing.

Minutes into their approach a deep, grumbling voice came over the comm. "Vessel," they enunciated in an awkward growl, "Identify and state your intent." A few of the gunships broke off and veered their way, each brandishing a single large axially-mounted automatic gun.

Cassidy waved to Anthony and took the comm. "This is the Co-" She snapped her mouth shut, exasperatedly rolling her eyes. She was having difficulty shaking that habit of introduction. "This is the transport ship Make My Day. We're here on business. Requesting permission to dock."

A moment of silence, and then, "Requesting vessel registration documents. Please send them immediately."

Cassidy's hand had already been waiting at the console, and she reflexively dispatched the information.

Another moment went by as they ran a check, followed up with, "Approved. Sending instructions, now. Do not disregard." After which the comm finally went quiet.

Surprisingly, there had been no remark about them being a human vessel. Most lone worlds these days made it very clear there was to be no handouts to the dying. Cassidy brushed it off. It was something of a relief. She hated the notion of asking for charity, or even being suspected of wanting it. Turning to a nearby auxiliary station, she entered the planet's network and posted a listing for wanted crew, namely security and engineering personnel. Soon as that was finished, she hit the comm and barked, "If you plan on going for a walk, gear up now. This is your first warning. Grab goggles and breathers, if you're.. human. The conditions should be considered hazardous." She was not sure if Wes would require such equipment, thus the brief pause.

Entering Erdas' atmosphere was like being plunged into a dark sea. It was so phenomenally choked with fumes and dust that visibility plummeted to only twenty metres. They had to rely on directions from the surface to safely navigate. She kept waiting for the proximity sensors to start shrieking, but it looked like traffic control was good at their job. They never came too close to any departing ships. When they finally broke atmosphere, and punched through the cloud layer, they were greeted with a spectacular view of the grungy urban environments that spread across the planet's continents like a cancerous growth. The lights were dimmed to a nearly invisible glow from smog, the buildings rusted and decaying. Massive environment scrubbers struggled in an uphill battle to clean the air so it was technically safe to breathe.

Two within sight of their port were currently being repaired.

A gunship patrol zoomed by, belching black smoke from their engines, as the Day came in to land. The spaceport was an eclectic sprawl of platforms and towers surrounded on all sides by a milling sea of denizens and a huge market complex. A business sector, thriving like bacteria in a gaping wound. In stark contrast to the planet itself, the starships berthed on the platforms were all in fairly good condition. For the most part. The occasional junker could be seen hiding amidst the healthy hulls and well tended ships of other species. With as many starships that came through Erdas, it was hardly that the native race - the embl - lacked the knowledge to build spacefaring vessels. What they did not have was the capacity to make very good ones.

As they landed to the blaring of klaxons and flashing yellow warning lights, Cassidy watched through the window as a small host of dock workers assembled at a safe distance to meet with them once they had set down. She hit the comm one last time, "All ashore who's going ashore. Meet me down in cargo. This is your second warning. Shiloh, you're ordered to accompany."

She could almost hear a furious cry of, "Are you kidding me?!"

Cassidy had gathered a filtration mask with an integrated comm link and HUD from her quarters before they broke warp. It was currently hung from her neck, waiting until it was needed. She had also grabbed a heavy-duty work jacket, made from a dense weave of Kevlar fibres and carbon nanotubes. Very resistant against physical abrasions, which suited it perfectly for Erdas' environment. Her Richter was strapped to her hip, the grip just within reach of her fingers. Erdas' gun laws were very lax, both in response to and as the result of a heavy crime rate. Fully kitted for the outing, Cassidy headed to the cargo bay. The planet's clock was roughly seven hours longer than Earth's, and it was still morning. They had a short while before the day really started heating up. With luck, they would be off world again before conditions worsened.

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The crew obviously didnt seem like they did actually eat at all, or at least it seemed that way to Lena when she stored the barely touched food into a cool place for later. Or they didnt like the look? Maybe I should have gotten their favourite things instead, I am very off of my game. With an uncharacteristic sigh she dropped everything in the sink and wrote on her palm about the need to get a cleaning gel so she doesnt take away too much of the ships water on cleaning everything. Then another note on remembering to start carrying around a small paper or something to write on instead of just on her hand all the time. It would be weird to have everyone find the random thoughts she inscribes and start reading them, she probably already seems strange enough if they go by the fact she was the only one who ate more than a bite!

Leaving everything to soak Lena walked off to take a look around the ship, there was a map so she was more than aware of where everything basically was but big ships were always so beautiful. She also needed to find a mask or whatever equipment it was the Captain had said she would need if she went out on the planet. After the small ping of a memory rang in her head about this and that she thought it would at least be alright to go and look, nothing horrible should happen or anything. She found herself going to the Med Bay and decided she might as well go in since she did get the okay to swing by. Well she sort of got one. Okay not in many words but she also didnt get prohibited to not go as well so it wouldnt be too rude. With a knock she called out to ask if Adam was in, waiting maybe a good ten seconds before actually walking inside with a smile and a greeting.

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Adam was back in the Med-Bay not long after breakfast, having not touched a bite of food himself. He had already started back up working by the time Cassidy send a message over the com-link about joining her on the planet. He looked over his medical supplies, confirming he had everything he needed. Nothing seemed to be especially low, but stockpiling never hurt, and he'd rather pick it up himself then have someone else.

"Copy, Captain," He sent back over. He would join her in a bit, should nothing else arise. It was with that thought that Lena walked into the Med-Bay. He looked up at her, a bit surprised. He hadn't expected her to visit him so soon.

"Hello, Miss Sca'fi'lai. How may I help you?"

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Cassidy was nearing her destination when Wes came over the comm. "Don't worry about me. I've breathed in worse stuff this crap ball of a world. Besides, my armor is more then just badass. I can cannonball into an acid pool if I wanted to."

"I'm almost tempted to make you test that claim, Carter," she returned through her commlink, a faint smirk at one corner of her mouth.

"Copy, Captain," Adam's voice rang through the comm seconds later. Cassidy appreciated his diligence, but hoped it would not be necessary. Just so long as things went according to plan. That had always been something of an uncommon occurrence in the past, but these days it was swiftly becoming far more prominent. It sometimes felt like Murphy's law had developed sentience, morphing into a Lovecraftian horror, and was setting out to ruin humankind. One of those odd little fantasies that came to her when she was fighting to fall asleep one night, and not something she paid any real attention to even at its genesis.

Her arrival in the cargo bay was accompanied by a harried pounding of heavy boots against the floor. Far louder a sound than you would expect from the small girl who came to stand roughly ten feet away from the captain, hands set on her hips and nose wrinkled in a soft scowl. Cass blinked, and promptly turned away, as if the look alone had been fitting acknowledgment.

"Hey!" Shiloh barked, skittering closer to the woman. "I'm here, not complaining, doesn't that deserve some kind of.. I dunno.. recognition?"

"For following orders?" Cass' voice came out as a sigh, and she kept her eyes elsewhere. "No."

Shiloh, clearly displeased with this, darted into the woman's field of view, peering up at her with narrowed eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Weston's arrival. Disappointed that she was bereaved of her chance, she slunk back a number of paces, folding her arms across her chest in a sulk.

"Let's get this done. I don't want to be on this mud ball any longer then I have too," Weston carried on, now that he was present.

It was a sentiment Cass shared. She nodded to him, and slipped on her own mask as Delphine arrived. The HUD came to life with an initial wash of light flashing across the interior, followed shortly by the internal computer running a quick diagnostic of its systems before finally settling.

"Fancy." The quartermaster quipped as she joined the team. ”Ya’know I could cannonball into an acid pool too if I wanted, but I mean who really does want to?"

Cassidy nodded to the woman's inquiry, turning her eye back to Weston. "She makes a good point, Carter."

Shiloh settled a pair of goggles around her eyes, and a simple breather over her mouth and nose. "Real cute foreplay, guys," she grumbled, still quite clearly put off. "Ready to get going?" At a nod from Cass, she remotely accessed the cargo bay door controls. A series of maglocks and heavy bolts released, allowing the hydraulics to lower the massive down into a ramp. At the moment even the slightest gap had opened between the door and its seals, gusts of dust and polluted air came rushing into the cargo bay. "Oh, that's welcoming," Shiloh spat, grimacing at the sight.

"Welcome to Erdas," Cassidy mumbled, striding toward the ramp once it was set upon the landing platform. Their hosts were already moving to meet them. The embl were similar to primates in a number of respects, but readily unique compared to any similar mammals that had come from Earth. Four muscly legs supported their sloped upper body. Their feet were very much like their hands, of which they only possessed two, with long digits well suited for gripping problematic surfaces. Their skull is elongated, and they had just two eyes. A very thin layer of fur covered their bodies, typically constituting a scruffy beard of some sort as well.

The dockworker at the head of the assembly was several inches taller than Cass, peering down at her with a very bored look on his face. He quickly explained the terms inherent with renting a berth, and she made the necessary transference of docking fees. His business done, he lumbered off with the others going in tow, leaving Cassidy and her crew free to wander.

Absently brushing her fingers across the grip of her pistol, Cass rolled her neck, registering several pops. "Keep your eyes peeled. Once we hit the bazaar, things are going to get very busy."

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Lena returned his question with another bright smile before looking around the almost too clean room, although it was suppose to be to treat sick people. Compared to the kitchen it was practically the exact opposite with everything looking orderly and like it never even moved at all. She wondered if the room reflected on the occupant, but she waved the thought away in her head since it wasnt time to pry at the poor man. Stepping further into the room she was able to notice the swishing she made with all of the fabric that was just piled on her and although it kept her warm it she should probably try to find things more... suitable maybe?

"Well Mr. Adam, Ive realized I may need to restock dro nenli, its fairly important and I feel I should probably have more than we really need. Rather running out and a good amount of us dying later on. But I havent been on Erdas in a long time and I was thinking maybe it is better to have another with me. Do you mind?" She tilted her head a bit as she finished with a question, mentally going through the things she would need to get along with everything else. Books obviously, those were always on her list whether she needed them or not. Although those are things that should always be needed and really it should be whether she can actually store them or not.

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"Not at all. I was just about to head down to join them myself," Adam said, no doubt a gentle smile on his face behind the dark visor of his helmet. He prepared her a mask to wear on the surface, no doubt to breath with, as well as a pair of matching goggles to protect her eyes. He handed them over to her and started on his way down to the others, a brisk pace so that they wouldn't be left behind. No doubt they were already disembarking.

"Have you all your shots up to date? Generally they aren't required, but there are some cases where having them is very beneficial. Better safe than sorry, after all."

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Zyt stopped after a minute of deciding what to do next. He had yet to get a reply from Shiloh. Zyt stopped for a moment, calculating the chances that she had ignored his message altogether, and it was high enough that Zyt decided he should go himself. Zyt reluctantly walked over to the elevator and walked the path to the cargo bay, hiding his displeasure with the fact that he would not be finishing his work on the engines until later.

Only moments after the dock workers leaving, Zyt's metal hide came out into the cargo bay and down the ramp at the pace of a normal jog. "Hello." Zyt vocalized, his black panels presenting a slightly bored and annoyed appearance, while his voice remained steady and dry.