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Lena Sca'fi'lai

Are you going to try to eat today?

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a character in “After Armageddon”, as played by Ky-Lin

Description

Name: Lena Sca'fi'lai
Nickname(s): She isnt sure if she has one, but she wouldnt mind having one
Position: Cook
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Physical Description: Image Lena has the body of a dancer, wiry with compacted muscles with a bit of fat covering it mainly from not being able to use them as much as she use to. Her mom use to say that her skin reminded her of the old pages of the scrolls kept locked up tight, or of nice crisp sandwiches, while her eyes were closer to dark chocolate. Her hair on the other hand was a dark black much like the space that surrounded them, down it would reach just below her back although she would keep it up and out of the way with a scarf or ribbons for cooking purposes. Both hand and feet are rough and calloused from many years of hard labor and the thousands of dances/shows she had put on in all sorts of weather. She wears long and flowing clothing in a way of feeling free which are made of many dark yellows, reds, browns, and white; there are numerous amounts of ribbons and scarves tied as well in place of jewelery.

Religious Affiliation: Wiccan
Creed: To brighten the world with the warmth of a candles glow
Outlook: "Humanity? Its... a violent fight for a balance. Its a natural thing and there will never be an end but all have a moment of calm. I strive for everyone to have at least one.:
Goal: To survive, to learn, and to be happy for a moment longer. Also get her fellow crew members to actually eat.
Personality: Lena has a warm and very caring way of acting, a genuine feeling that comes from her of wanting to know you and wanting to make sure you are okay. She is deeply loyal to who anyone whom she can feel in her very soul is worth being loyal to the end. Her trust is almost unbreakable and not many souls wish to actually break it for she can also be cold and hateful that is known only to a small few, the pain they must feel to have such nice girl be angry with you must be unbearable. She is a person who will never give up and on many occasions have almost died because she can't stop what it is she's doing for it is important to finish what you've started. Although she is not loud her presence is always easily known to anyone in the room for she does like to talk. She likes to talk to everyone to make sure that all are included, to learn what she can but in a delicate way to let them know that she understands anything they do not want to say does not need to be said. Her religion is important to her it's something she practices everydayand something that has helped her through the struggle that she has faith because of this war. She does not mention it around those that find it uncomfortable and she does not try to teach anyone who does not want to learn but either way it is a large part of her indin everything she does. although she can be silly most of the time Lena is a scholar through and through even though she does not seem like it at first, she strives to learn cultures and history of plants. Her deepest obsession is with books and we'll grab any that she can find and buy all that she can to learn more, to know more so she may understand things a little better and to help others understand them if needed.
Skills: Luck: She tends to get out of scraps by the skin of her teeth, all of her intact and not so much as a bruise on her body. Her family said it was because she was born with the sign on her side.
Cooking: She didnt get on the ship for her fighting, Lena is able to be resourceful with food from rations to using scarce resources if they are down to almost nothing so all can be fed.
Candle making: A hobby she picked up from her family and is able to create candles with a feeling inside that when lit will spread through the room, usually a calm and warm one just like the feeling you get from looking at a candle.
Equipment/Tools: All of her tools are in the kitchen, but she has a good amount of books hidden in her room and a near ton of wax and wicks, as well as a Athame

Weapons: None. Lena has no fighting skills beyond hand to hand taught by her large family although she has been asking about lessons from her crew

History: Lena is the youngest in a group of traveling gypsies who go from small planet to small planet selling goods and was along with drink and entertainment. her mother and father did not do a lot of anything else but entertainment and helping with making drinks. Her father was actually the one to teach her how to cook, he would make food for most of the group and was quite skilled. Fortunately for herself Lena was far and at a safe distance in her own flying vardo to escape the burning of Earth. Her small ship was not detected as everything started be destroyed and soon she was picked up by a ship. After traveling for a while she found herself somehow in the military and then somehow the cook upon the ship, where she remains now creating food and candles, wondering to herself if her family is alive or if she is now the last traveling gypsy.

So begins...

Lena Sca'fi'lai's Story

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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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Christ. Anthony grumbled rolling out of his bunk and sliding on his usual wear. Dammit it all, Cass was going to ride his ass if he didn't get a move on. Grousing as he made his way out towards the bridge Cass' voice blared over the comm.

"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."

Anthony grabbed his personal comm and in his most mocking tone responded.

"Yes ma'am! Whatever you say ma'am!" Rolling his eyes Anthony kept walking, well it turned more into stomping in his heavy-duty boots. Clanking his way through the otherwise quiet ship. As he went he yelled out.

"IF YER' NOT AWAKE GET YOUR FAT ASS UP! HER MAJESTY WANTS US UP!" Anthony walked over and saw the kitchen was working, why not stop by? A wicked grin spread over his features as he knocked on the doors to the kitchen, they opened of course, he was fairly important on this ship.

"Yo Lena." Anthony said shooting her a two fingered wave. "Cap'n loud-mouth wants me at the bridge but uh. . . I heard you had coffee over the comm. Not like I was eavesdropping mind ya. Oh wow, call me an ass! I forgot, you don't know who I am yet. . . The name's Marx. Ace, Marx." Anthony flashed her a brilliant smirk and made his way to her, an arm around her shoulder quicker than a blink. He knew he needed to get to the bridge, he had observed Lena while she was here, she was cute. Anthony took coffee from her, kissed her on the cheek and mouthed "Thank you" before walking out with a silent wave.

Making his way farther down he reached the bridge. The doors slid open and there stood Laiho.

"Hey, hey, hey the Queen herself. I am unworthy." Anthony patted her head, ruffling her hair, which he knew she hated or did she? He snickered at the idea that the great Laiho would like him. He used to be a criminal after all.

"Reporting in all seriousness. What's the plan?" Anthony said his voice losing the mock and turning into business as he slid down into his seat taking the reins of The Day.

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Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx 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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"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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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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"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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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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Lena bid Adam a goodbye as he left the kitchen, reminding herself she will need to probably go to the bay so she can be certified by duty since he is the medic. She went back to smooth the the sludge on top of the bread so it was covered all of the top, enough for there to be half an inch, her free hand reached for another little green container. The bread began to change into a light brown as it cooled under the sludge and as it began to hardened she dusted the top with light blue powder, giving it a look of frosting. She had started on a light porridge for others whos stomachs were weaker, with simple things such as a bit of spice, when she heard another person greet her. This person was a girl, and for a moment she believed it was the one who had yelled at her the very first moment but her voice was different, and seemed to be making strange faces as well.

Lifting the large pot that held the now soften oats that was hung over the large fire, Lena placed it on the shelf on the other side where dried herbs where hanging from the ceiling all around. Wiping her hands she turned to the new person as she introduced herself as Shiloh and she offered the girl a smile and waved her hand to a chair. "It is so nice to meet you Shiloh. Would you like to take a seat?" The food was done and all she had to do was let it cool a bit before calling the members down for their food, so she could rest for a moment. It would be nice to be able to talk to someone for more than a couple moments and, she could learn more about the others maybe for the girl. Lena was starting to see that maybe the years of being alone may have made it fairly difficult to actually be social beyond introductions but it still was nice.

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Anthony sat in his pilots seat as he heard Wes and Cass talking, then the comm lit up again, Cass said something along the lines of "Anthony you marvelous pilot I believe that you can guide us to our destination safely. . ." Or at least that's what Anthony thought he had heard. Although he figured in reality it was.

"Depends on the pay, though. Assuming you can handle it from here, I've got places to be. Don't kill us all."

Sighing Anthony knew she would never act the way she did in his head. Oh well. Looking at his console he saw they were on a direct course to where they needed to go, he didn't have to be steering her manually. In all honesty he wanted to explore. Getting out of his chair he turned to face Wes, this joker wanted to get on the captains good side a little too much. Anthony didn't like him, not at all. Stupid pretty boy thinking he runs this joint. Hell, he ain't any better than I am. Narrowing his eyes at the other man, Anthony stood up, stretching with a yawn.

"Look, Wes, I'm tired so... Yeah. I'm gonna take a nap. But first I wanna visit that cute chef, maybe she'll join me."

Anthony walked past the other man after making sure the ship was on auto for the destination. As he passed the other man he patted him on the shoulder before walking out the door toward the kitchen. He practically jumped when he smelled the scent coming out of there, could he time it or what? Inside was Lena and Shiloh.

"Hey! Me again lovely." Anthony with his two fingered salute as he made his way in, he kissed Lena on the cheek again with a wink before sitting down to get some of the food she had prepared.

"Daaamn am I tired. I'm so glad I have this food you make to look forward to, otherwise I'd have nothing to occupy myself, with. Captains on one of her moods again and I don't wanna deal with Wes any longer than needed." Anthony said with a slight sigh as he looked to Shiloh he smiled his crooked little smile as to say hello without speaking. Usually Anthony wasn't this lazy and duty-dodging but today he was tired and grumpy so rather than get into fights he'd just float about.

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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]
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>> 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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Shiloh skirted over and grabbed herself a cup of steaming black coffee, leaning her body at a wide angle with her shoulders propped against the wall. She closed her eyes, breathing deep the familiar and comforting scent. One of the very last vestiges of Earth, of her people. It had taken centuries of agricultural infrastructure and colonial wealth growth before coffee beans became a regular commodity amongst humanity again. For the longest time they had been a luxury item, available in plenty near the core of the Coalition and only to the wealthy in the fringes. Unless some aliens had adopted the crop - she had no idea if any liked it as much as humans did, but figured it had to have been exported at some point - it would likely be closer to extinction than her own species at this point. Out of everything they had to lose even after their near ruination, why- she internally lamented- did it have to be coffee? It gave her cause for a sour mask she did not even realization had been put on until she felt the muscles in her face twisting.

Her HUD stayed alive even with her eyes closed. It had taken a bit of getting used to when the implants were first installed. The lack of darkness behind her eyelids, replaced forever with the same colorful neural interface visuals she saw when they were open. She adapted quickly enough, rigorously training her instincts to accept them as a permanent fixture of her life. When Zyt's response appeared, Shiloh tilted her head to one side, reading it with her eyes shut. They flashed open again as she took a cautionary sip of her coffee, already writing up a confirmation.

[08:29:04]
from:Shiloh
to:Zyt
>>In the kitchen with yours truly, luv. You got it. ;)

She liked sending smiley faces to the robot. No idea why, the thought just amused her. She had decided to roll with it rather than do any deep questioning into the matter. As soon as the message was sent, she accessed the engineering deck's systems and started up a secondary runtime in the aforementioned terminal, giving it access to the sensor array. A quick and easy task done in a few seconds, and then she was back to her coffee. Short of another sip, she was pulled away again when Wes came into the kitchen. As usual, he gravitated over toward his own little bubble off in the corner.

"Ooh, he's dark and broody," Shiloh murmured, loud enough for him to hear. Though, she was confident whatever chrome he was sporting easily made her slightest whisper into a shout by her standards. "Like cyber-Batman." She widened her eyes comically, a low snicker sounding from the back of her throat. Her eyes rushed away the moment Cassidy came strolling in, and she immediately straightened, pushing her back up against the wall. "Capt'n on deck!" She enthusiastically declared. Much to her chagrin, the captain completely disregarded her. Not even so much as a glance her way. "Be that way, then," she grumbled.

Cassidy shot Anthony a questioning glare, already loading a string of marvelous expletives onto the back of her tongue. A deep breath disarmed her intentions, and all that came out was a very terse, "Marx." The bitter acknowledgement aside, she carried on toward the cook. She scrutinized the room with a blank mien, taking in all of the girl's personalization. She had not gotten a chance to see it since taking Lena onto the crew, and was not sure what to think of how quickly the room had been so utterly transformed. It was.. cozy, she gave it that much. "Looks like you're settling in without any issues," she remarked, fixing her eyes on the cook. "I hope you're not having any trouble with the crew." She drifted back, gaze swinging shortly to the pilot.

"Not even remotely subtle, capt'n," Shiloh giddily informed. Her smirk was unabated by Cassidy's look of warning.

Cassidy returned her attention to Lena. "If you need any supplies, get a shopping list. We'll be setting down soon." Another look at the pilot, this one reading along the lines of, No thanks to you. "Not sure if you can find much more than nutrient supplements on Erdas, but if you're willing to brave the smog then go right ahead."

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Lena had been pouring herself some tea that she had gotten a long while ago at a small planet called Wuturn, mainly known for their beautiful farm lands and swamps. It was by far her favourite with a bitter taste that tended to kick a surprising punch for having such a sweet smell and light colour. She was glad to see that everyone liked the coffee so much, she hadnt been sure if anyone liked it anymore since it was a difficult thing to get, and wrote a small note on her hand to see if she could get in touch with a friend of hers who could supply her some more. Sipping the tea she watched the others until the captain came in and took a look around, probably at the incredible and drastic change that Lena had made to everything. She had always been good about things like that in a fairly quick manner, painting was a nice way to get to know a room her mother had always said.

Lena gave the captain a smile of relief since she didnt seem to be angry about the changes to the small kitchen and she felt even better that the captain asked of her feelings of being there. "I havent had a trouble at all Captain, although I do have to admit that I am feeling a bit disarmed at going from being by myself in my little ship for so long to having others in the same space as me in such little time. I do know if you look in the right places Erdas does have some lovely things but I am completely stocked, thank you!" She added a bigger smile as she said the last part before gesturing towards the table, where everything is set out and waiting to be eatten. "I have made a simple porridge today along with Flasmix aiqy, which I suspect everyone will be needed with all of you looking like the coffee will not hold for long. It is all ready for eating, I do hope everyone will like it and will tell me if there is anything else I could do. Also I hope you all understand I will not let you leave until you have eaten what I specify as a serving, so please enjoy."

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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]

11:42:16






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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Once Wes was finished with his coffee, he returned his helmet to normal, and got up from his corner. He strolled over to the table, and laid his coffee mug on the table. Wes walked over to the cook, this Lena. "Um...hi...uh....thanks for the coffee." Wes thanked with a respectful nod. "I'm Wes, Ship Security. If you have a problem, or need anything let me know. I'll take care of it." Wes said with a unseen smile. "You have a good day ma'am." He said, trying to be as respectful as he could, and then he left.

He returned to his quarters for a quick second. He figured they'd be landing soon, and he'd best get prepared for whatever might happen. He grabbed his shotgun, Shelia, and made sure she was fully loaded. He threw Shelia over his shoulders, and it was magnetically attached to his back, ready to be quickly drawn incase of emergency. Wes left his cabin, and headed towards the cargo bay, ready for work.

He entered the cargo bay. "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." Wes stated over the comm link. "Let's get this done. I don't want to be on this mud ball any longer then I have too." Wes said as he drew Sally that was magnetically attached to his hip. He stared down the sights of his pistol. He's been on this mud ball a few times, and each has never been pleasant.



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Jaxt exited a beat up, old clunker of a transport vessel onto the toxic environment of Erdas. He looked upon this place with disgust. He couldn't understand how a planet could be in such poor shape. 'Weston Ironhide Carter should be upon this ground soon. And then the hunt shall begin.' Jaxt thought as he stepped forward out of the docking bay.

He made his way to a nearby public terminal that was already in use. He simply tossed aside the alien that was using the terminal so he could have free reign of it. He searched the planet's network to try, and get access to some sort of shipping log to try, and find the ship Wes is serving on. While he is far from a hacker, he is able to do such things as the Rexcanuo hunters are taught basic skills such as these to better serve in hunting in the modern age.

He soon found a bulletin that was requesting positions on a human vessel. The CCV Make My Day, perfect. "Good, that bounty hunter was telling the truth. I'm glad I gave him a quick death." Jaxt commented.

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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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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.