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Delphine Noel

" I deal with Containers, Crates and Contraband. Anything else is someone else's problem."

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a character in “After Armageddon”, as played by Duct Tape

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Name: Delphine Noel
Nickname(s): Del | Delphy
Position: Quartermaster
Age: 26
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: San’i - Light amount of cybernetic augmentations

Height: 5'8"

Physical Description: Being a San’i Delphine has a natural blue hue to her skin tone and silver hair that she keeps cut short. She is very much a rugged person and doesn’t try to hide it having tattoos fully covering both arms depicting various achievements and memories. Delphy always tends to wear cargo pants and boots with a tank top or plain shirt. As for her cybernetics the only ones that are noticeable are her own eyes and entire left leg. The rest of her other augmentations come in the form of replacement organs.

Religious Affiliation: Irreligious

Creed: “There's a whole lot of space out there and I intend to see the best of it.”

Outlook: “As long as you’re alive and kicking there will always be hope.”

Goal: “I just don’t want to die by having one of these containers fall on me. I'm serious. It's almost happened before, luckily it only took my leg.”

Personality: Delphine is a rugged character and to some she verges on psychopathic but that’s just an act she uses when she needs to get things done. Although she doesn’t say everything on her mind she does make an attempt however awkward it will most likely become. Delphy is very much a hyperactive person; rushing and hurrying at everything she does. And with her being naturally fast with everything she does she is surprisingly well organized, no matter how hectic things seem.

Skills:
Close Quarter Combat - Delphine underwent basic combat training and when it comes to hand to hand combat she is
Precise - Fighting or talking she knows where to target
Persuasive - One way or another Delphine has a way getting anything


Equipment/Tools:
Datapad
Digital Arm Pad
Intercom Earpiece
Jet Boots
Barnaby
- A small personal robot

Weapons:
Black Crown Regulation Set - Commissioned by the Black Crown mercenary group
Throwing Knives - Where she lacks in gun play she makes up for with bladed weaponry

History:
Delphine is a San’i and thus was genetically manufactured however during her birthing process the pod she was in suffered a tragic malfunction and ejected her from the pod during the specialization stage of the growing process, branding her a defect. Defects are not an unusual thing and are actually quite common they form no psychological link and have the chance of suffering from mental and physical . The defects are sent off to a special building that analyze and categorize them and depending on where you land are either sent off planet or deemed unrecoverable and are terminated on site. Luckily for Delphine she was sent with a slew of other San’i rejects off planet.

When the container finally landed and popped open the bunch emerged to nothing but darkness over their heads and sand at their feet. It was clear that they had landed on one of the arid planets and with a quick look around spotted one bright light far off in the distance. There was no way to tell how far it was but it didn't stop her and several of the others from making their way to the light. After almost three days they finally arrived at Dessu, a bustling urban city that towered with skyscrapers as well as being littered with all manner of people. It wasn't long before she split off from the pack and made her way through the city and soon enough found herself inside of a tavern. From the moment she stepped in she felt everyone's eyes on her and all it took was one stupid guy to get up and start getting grabby with her for there to be an all out fight.

It was a man named Vasi, a red alien with long braided black hair and white eyes that went up to the one bothering her and did all but kill him. Taking a seat with the man it didn't take long to come onto the topic of names, he shared his but she had no name to be called by and he took it upon himself to name her Delphine Noel for two people he used to know that have long since past. During the introductions she also learned that he was one of the leaders of the Black Crown security group. Or at least that's what they called themselves to make the point that they weren't just some simple mercenary group. After a little bit he offered her a position on the crew, nothing too serious. She would be replacing the former quartermaster of their ship, evidently the one that she had a run in with. She didn’t know anyone or anything about where she was so she gladly accepted.

It didn’t take Delphine long to conform to the life they lived and with her having to only really deal with contraband and the like, it was easy yet strenuous when it comes to keeping tack of everything but she liked it. During her time aboard greatly impacted her growth and made her who she is now. This is where she learned all of what she knows now. She was with them for around ten years and by that time the invasion had come around and they were swept up in it. They wound up getting enlisted during the invasion and even though they had an advanced ship it didn’t stop them from losing it. Most of the crew died or left to rejoin the bulk of the Black Crown, something she didn’t want to do. And after a few aggressive conversations it was agreed that she could stay assigned although she would have no help from base.

Now she’s set up aboard the CCV Make my Day.

So begins...

Delphine Noel's Story

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Delphine had her feet up on a small crate way back in the cargo bay as she laid back in a makeshift hammock she made out of some spare safety netting and heavy magnetic clamps. She finished categorizing most of containers last night and with spare time, and spotting this sweet spot nestled between the wall and the end of a shelf, she knew what had to be done. With her hands resting on her stomach she swayed as she hummed a light tune just as the arm pad came to life. Delphy wouldn't have caught that it lit up if Barnaby hadn’t crawled up onto her stomach and injecting a needle into one of her exposed arms.“Ow.” She blurted out to the tiny robot whose only reply was a low beep. "Thanks but let me control the shots." She spoke to him pulling out the now empty needle. "Perks of being a 'San'i'." The word rolled off of her tongue with a modest amount of disdain.

Reaching behind her she grabbed her earpiece and fit it in place unmuting the integrated intercom system."...everybody up and at their stations...”

“Looks like it’s showtime.” She smirked ignoring the rest of the captains words and throwing herself off of the hammock as she grabbed the data pad that was resting just underneath. With a new whistle tune she strolled down the aisle as she began double checking everything and finishing up the categorizing with the light tapping of Barnaby’s legs clicking behind her.

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#, as written by Ky-Lin
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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"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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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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Delphine was rounding out the last part of her list checking and writing a crude and sporadic list of either things needed, gone or things may just make things a little easier. It wasn’t long before everything slowed to a hush tone and her light whistling died out to an almost incoherent hum. Halfway through a doodle a cough bringing her back to reality. Turning on her heels she came to face the captain replying to her with a slight wave of the hand.

"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."

“Um,” She flew threw the fairly short list of all items on the ships list. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I can easily group together a bunch of loose cargo.” She rested the data pad between her arm.

"Might want to be prepared, anyway. Never know what someone needs ferried."

“We certainly have the room. Shouldn’t take too long.” On her old ship the cargo hold was always filled to the brim with shipments, something that she had been a great fan of. Half the time they would have so much cargo several aisles would be blocked and completely impassable. It was like a wonderland. Up until they hit a bumpy patch. If things were tied tight you better watch your step or you’d be set flying. A regular rising fear Delphy tended to have but here, with the lack of such things, it had lessened. She had drifted into a slight daze and completely ignored the fact that the captain had left leaving her staring to the floor. Snapping back to reality she clicked on her intercom system for the cargo bay “Alright, we got cargo that needs moving and it’s not moving itself. Get to Section B.” Delphy picked up the pace to meet with her crew stopping short to turn to Barnaby. “Sort out the order in which these things need to be set. Just because we’re moving crap doesn’t mean I want them out of whack.” With that the little robot beeped a confirmation before skittering off.

Delphine got to her group who were all just lazing about waiting for orders. “Alright,” She spoke up loud enough for them to hear her before she actually got to them. Following a beep she grabbed her datapad with the new layout that Barnaby had quickly made. “You should all now have the new layout and locations of where these things should be. Now look around,” She gestured around coming to a stop in front of them. “They’re not there. Get to work. I'll be back.” She finished up as she started leaving the cargo bay for the first time since she woke up.

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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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Her quarters on the ship seemed smaller than the ones on her old ship but who was she to say they were small, she hardly ever spent time in them always drifting around the cargo bay. Now that was her place. Her sanctuary. Just like she had started to do on this ship she had a perfect spot tucked away in the back where she kept everything. Of course with that one you had to climb over more containers than she’d like to admit but it was homey.

She took a sip of the coffee she grabbed from the mess hall and wrinkled her nose. Not enough sugar. She hated the taste but with the amount of sugar she normally would add helps to get rid of the taste. Placing it on one of the shelves in the room she sat on the bed sliding through various lists and manifests. Things were always changing down there plus with everything moving around at the moment things may go missing. Something she wasn’t about to have happen. Before heading out of the bay she had set Barnaby on a security route and will hopefully pick up anything that seems off putting. It’ll come in handy too seeing as she wasn’t planning on staying on the ship when they finally hit their destination. And almost as if on cue the captain spoke up. Throwing herself off the bed she strapped on her knife belt and slid her pistol into its holster throwing her jacket on over it mostly concealing everything to the untrained eye.

“Fancy.” She joked sliding the breathing mask on and coming to a halt with the small group. “Ya’know I could cannonball into an acid pool too if I wanted, but I mean who really does want to?”

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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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Character Portrait: Delphine Noel Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter
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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.