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Weston Carter

"My job is to protect the ship, and the crew. Even from themselves."

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

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Name: Weston Carter
Nickname(s): Wes, Ironhide(Alias)
Position: Security Officer
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Human Cyborg
Height: 6'8
Physical Description: Wes is a ridiculously toned, and fit man. He stands at 6'8 feet tall, and weighs around 600 pounds. He has long blonde hair that is usually tied up in a ponytail, a beard, and bluish-green eyes. His casual attire is simply a tight fitting long sleeved black shirt, a pair of grey cargo pants, and black combat boots. But he only wears that when he is in his quarters, or else he feels safe. It's more likely to see him in his high-tech battle armor.
He has extensive advanced cybernetic enhancements all over his body. This includes both his arms, legs, and other things.
Religious Affiliation: Atheist| "That way I won't be disappointed."
Creed: "No matter what they did to me, I'm still human. I'm not a soulless machine. I'm alive, and I will never forget that."
Outlook: "I don't know, things like that changes you. It changes you down to your very core. I guess it's evolve or die. I'm just worried about what we turn into."
Goal: "I'm just looking to see tomorrow. Like to have kids one day, find somebody that can look past everything that I've done, and not feel the need to carry a gun. But none of that's happening."
Personality: Wes is generally a distant man who keeps to himself, and prefers his solitude. He can be pretty sarcastic, and usually has a smart ass remark up his sleeve. He has a certain degree of distain towards his own cybernetics, and artificial intelligence in general. This is due the way he grew up putting a bad taste in his mouth about advanced technology.

He carries himself as a rather intimidating man, with a 'seen in all done it all' air to him. He can be somewhat rebellious, as he will outright refuse or go against orders that he disagrees with. But he is still very loyal and protective of those he considers a friend, and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe, even at the risk of his own life.

He is very stubborn, as he won't give up on anything, or accept anyone's help. He feels that due to his enhancements he has to fight harder, and take more risks then others around him, and isn't used to relying on others, especially when in combat. He is very secretive about his past, and rarely shares any details. When it's brought he changes the topic almost instantly.
Skills:
  • Combat- Wes is a extremely capable combatant, and is trained in several schools of martial arts.
  • Tracking- Whether it's in a urban or jungle environment, he a extremely skilled tracker.
  • Marksmanship- No matter what weapon he is wielding he is a extremely accurate marksman thanks to his implants. He only needs a moment to get used to a different weapon.
  • Strategy- He posses a keen strategic mind, thinks in part to his enhancements. He is able to formulate tactical plans very quickly.
  • Demolition- He is a expert in all manner of things that go boom, and is able to make them himself.
Equipment/Tools:
  • Cybernetics- He has extensive cybernetics of the highest caliber throughout his entire body. Both of his arms are replaced with robotic limbs, as is his legs. His bones are also enhanced with several implants in different key locations to reinforce them. He is effectively stronger, and faster then almost any other human. Several of his vital organs have been enhanced or replaced entirely by cybernetics. For example his lungs have been enhanced the point where he can survive in low levels of oxygen, and toxic atmospheres much longer then a normal man. He has enhancements on his liver, and kidneys that make him resilient to most poisons.
    He has several implants in his brain that greatly enhance his reflexes, and mental capacity. It gives him a eidetic memory as well. He has ocular implants that have different functions, such as x-ray, thermal, telescopic, and inferred vision.
  • Armor- Wes has a very high tech armor that can withstand several energy blasts. His helmet is retractable rather then just taking it off. His armor is linked to his cybernetics so he can retract his helmet at will, and is specially designed to work with his more offensive enhancements. His armor can act as space suit, and a diving suit.
  • Link Cable- He has a retractable cable housed in his arm that when linked to computers allows him to hack into them merely using his mind.
Weapons:
  • Cybernetics- His cybernetics greatly enhance his strength to the point where he can easily punch steel with but a single hit. Not only that he has a few weapons built in as well. In both his palms is emitters that blast off powerful energy attacks. He also has a foot long blades of energy that extend out of the knuckles of his hands.
  • Guns- He has a full arsenal of different guns. He mostly uses these guns instead of the weapons in his cybernetics, as he likes to use those incase of a emergency. He uses a Assault Rifle(as pictured) he calls 'Nancy', 'Sally' a triple barrel plasma revolver, 'Shelia' a semi-automatic shotgun, 'Karen' a long range sniper rifle, and 'Isabella' a grenade launcher. He doesn't carry all of these weapons with him at once, he mostly carries Sally with him, and uses the others when the need arises.
  • Gadgets- He has lots of bombs, and other tools that he used to use in his former job. Such as energy bolas, and different kinds of traps.
History: Wes was born in a small colony called Hephaestus. The colony was on far away from the Coalition, and not part of the greater whole of humanity. It was inhabited by a group of people that called themselves Cyberchists. When humanity first started to colonize the universe it was said that several ships full of technological zealots, people that worshipped it, flew off into the great unknown never to be heard of again. They would develop advanced technology leaps and bounds ahead of the baseline humanity. They would mutilate their own bodies and replace it with cybernetics. And when a ship is out in deep space alone, they would attack, and turn their victims into one of them. Or so the legend goes.

As far as the rest of the galaxy is concerned the Cyberchists are merely campfire stories, boogeymen meant to scare kids into going to bed. But they are real. Though they don't go around assimilating lost ships, everything else about them is true. Though no one can claim to say they've seen them, but they have unknowingly seen them. Trough the use of advanced armor, holographic technology, and other such tricks the Cyberchists pass themselves off as a completely different species in order to trade with other cultures, and do other things they need to do involving outsiders.

Wes was born to these people. Growing up, Wes never shared their fascination with technology, which caused him lots of problems growing up. When he was six years old was when he was given his 'enhancements', whether he wanted them or not, which he didn't. But he was just a kid, who was he to argue with his parents wishes? They're supposed to know what's best for him aren't they? The implantation process is a special ritual to the Cyberchists. Instead of enhancing the children at birth they wait until they're older, until they have some skills. And depending on what they are naturally good at, they get special enhancements to make them better. Such as getting extensive cranial implants for someone who excels at math to make them a human supercomputer.

Wes was tested, and proved to be a perfect candidate to be a Sentinel. Sentinels are special soldiers that are given cybernetics to greatly enhance their combat ability. Sentinels are the protectors, the guardians of the Cyberchists way of life. They deal directly with the outside world. Only one in one-hundred are chosen. It's a great honor. Wes was a special case, he was given highly experimental cybernetics, he was to be the first in a new line of Sentinels.

Once the surgery was over, Wes was not happy. He hated it, he felt like he was no longer human. Over the years he became rebellious, and resentful of everyone around him. Things came to a head when he was 15. He hijacked one the transport ships, and ran away, never looking back. He got pretty far before he ran out of fuel, and ended up on a backwater, crime filled planet. He sold off the transport ship, so there he was, alone on some strange planet with a far amount of cash. His cash didn't last long, as it was almost immediately stolen.

For several months Wes had to live by his wits, and the skills he learned while being trained as a Sentinel. He used clothing, and other such things to disguise himself as a alien, and resorted to theft to scrap by, and ended up stealing from the wrong man. He stole from a rather nasty bounty hunter who tracked him down. The bounty hunter was pissed, and was ready to kill Wes, but thanks to his cybernetics he proved too much for him, and killed him instead. Turned out the bounty hunter was apart of a team, and his leader came looking for Wes. Instead of attacking Wes, and avenging his fallen comrade, the man wanted him to replace the man he killed. As he saw potential in him, especially given his implants.

Over the years Wes became a feared, and respected bounty hunter/mercenary. Under the training of the bounty hunter, a reptilian alien known as Zaxt, he became even more skilled. He used his training as a Sentinel to great use. Over the years he gained the alias Ironhide. He grew closer to Zaxt, and saw him as a father figure, but that all changed when he was 25. While on a extremely high paying job, Zaxt betrayed Wes, and left him to die on a old moon used for smuggling. This infuriated Wes, lucky for him he found a old, and abandon ship. It was in poor shape, but it was enough to get him to a habited planet.

He spent a solid year hunting Zaxt down, he paved a path of carnage straight to Zaxt. When he found his former mentor Wes beat him to death. With his vengeance taken care of, Wes went back to bounty hunting. He became even more ruthless, and dangerous. He soon became one of the most infamous bounty hunters in the crime world. But this too came to a crashing end when he was 27.

Wes was hunting a target, and was going to take him in alive, but the target fought back, forcing him to kill him. But little did Wes know, the bounty's young daughter was watching nearby, and saw the whole thing. Looking upon the girl's face, he saw what he had become, a monster. He got the girl to the proper authorities. After that he left the bounty hunting game, and abandoned his Ironhide alias. Eventually he found himself a job in the Gerhardt Group as security on various ships.

He was eventually assigned to the CCV Make My Day.

So begins...

Weston Carter's Story

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

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

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

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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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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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Wes watched as the pilot Marx came in on the bridge, and ruffled the captain's feathers, quite literally as well. "And that kids is why I wear a helmet." Wes muttered to himself. He could practically see the rage building up inside her. He was half expecting her to break his arm in half, but he was sure she wouldn't do anything to the pilot. He's more use in one piece then in several pieces crumpled up on the floor crying, and bleeding. But still, he certainly likes to live on the danger side teasing a former military officer like she was a three year old.

Wes listened as the captain explained where they were going. "Yvores huh?" Wes said to himself. He hasn't dealt with them for awhile. "I'll take to the sensors and keep an eye for the Feds." He said as he started towards a tactical station that was near the helm. He stopped at Cassidy, and put his hand on her shoulder. "For the record, Marx doesn't need his vocal cords to fly. Just give me a knife, and five minutes. No questions asked." Wes whispered in her ear, figuring that would put her in a good mood.

Wes took a seat down, and studied his monitors. "So what's this lead you were talking about? Is this some sort of smuggling job?" Wes asked. He was curious what kind of job this would be. It is his job to know these things.

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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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Weston's offer to discipline the galling pilot did indeed bring a tiny smile to Cassidy's lips. She nodded succinctly in thanks, and was in the middle of taking a step toward the door when he voiced his query. She rolled her head thoughtfully, casually scanning the ceiling as she decided how to answer. All she had done thus far was schedule a meeting with the proprietor of an independent shipping business who had posted about needing a ship to run a couple of drops. "If it is, I can still plausibly deny it. With luck, they'll be perfectly legal. Far less complicated that way." Her personal scruples aside, smuggling was not the worst crime in the universe. If it came down to the wire, and the pay was good, she would likely accept. "Depends on the pay, though. Assuming you can handle it from here," her eyes jabbed at Marx, "I've got places to be. Don't kill us all." Nodding to the men, she about faced and marched off of the bridge.

Cassidy took the ladder, rather than going all the way to the lift. Better for trying to keep in shape, which was much harder to accomplish on a starship than on a planet's surface. She had not been the most active child, to be perfectly honest. After a run through basic, and then years in the lifestyle, a strict regimen had become heavily ingrained into her schedule. Now she abhorred the thought of letting herself grow soft. She was nearing engineering's stairwell access when she finally ran across another member of her crew.

Shiloh was perched on a bit of railing beside the doorway, crimson bandana on her head, dressed in a baggy jumpsuit and too-big half laced work boots. With a cheeky salute she hopped down to the floor. “Hey! I've been all over the net, and you wouldn't- okay, maybe you would believe how many outstanding bounties are being posted in this cluster.”

Cassidy did not stop, carrying right on for the stairs. “We're not bounty hunters," came her brusque response, moving past the girl and on to the next deck.

Shiloh was not one to be blown off so easily. Already anticipating such a response, she tagged along behind her captain like a lost puppy. “No, but we could be! I mean, you're ex-military, Wes is totally a cyborg ninja, our medic's a freakin' robot, and blue lady definitely looks like she could hurt a fool. Oh, and I bet that tank in engineering could put on the heat too, if you told it to.”

Cassidy screwed her face into a grimace. “I'm not going to tell Zyt to." Raising one eyebrow, she glanced back over her shoulder. "I also notice you left out a few heads.”

Shiloh rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well.. wouldn't be smart to put the pilot in danger, Lena seems more the 'peace and love' type, what little I've gleaned...”

“And you?”

“Me?" Shiloh tipped her head, a deceptively innocent smile cast over her features. "I'm just love.”

“Uh-huh.” Cass was not fooled, and she let the girl know with both her tone and her eyes.

Shiloh frowned. “You're givin' me that 'hell no' kinda look. C'mon, captain! I'm just trying to help out!” She was almost legitimately pleading now, her arms outstretched and everything.

“I'm not about to take business advice from-”

Shiloh cut her off, her eyes burning indignantly. “Hey, before they busted me I had more money in my accounts than you'd have made in your entire life, all right? Before I was even old enough to enlist!”

Cassidy could not tell if she was being defensive or arrogant. Either way, it exposed a chink in her armor. “Which you made illegally," she somberly reminded.

A disgusted noise from the girl's throat. “You gotta stop thinking about principles! Money's money, no matter how you make it. If anything, it just goes to show that the shadier methods are even more lucrative than the-”

“You got caught.”

“Win some, lose some. Karma.”

“Bullshit.”

“Apparently not, bit me right in the ass.”

“Not much to grab onto," came her riposte.

Shiloh flinched as if she had been shot, eyes widening and hands held up in mock surrender. “Oh-ho! Ouch!” Her expression faded into a deadpan, and her voice dipped to a matching monotone. “No, really. We gonna do this, or... Ugh, there's that look again.”

Cassidy slapped the medbay door's virtual interface and stepped through the open portal. Words of reluctant greeting were already forming on her tongue as she stepped inside, but they died immediately when she found the deck empty of its current overseer. "Hm," was all that came out instead.

Shiloh poked her head in, peering around curiously. Her eyes slowly traveled up to her captain's face, and she smirked. "Guess we've still got some alone time." Slipping nimbly past the older woman, she lifted herself up onto an empty recovery bed and leaned back on her palms. "Gonna be looking for some new faces while we're docked?" Her inquiry held a tinge of hopefulness, but also traces of melancholy. Shiloh had grown fond of the original engineering staff. Things just felt.. wrong with them gone. She was not technically happy with the prospect of somebody totally new replacing them, but at the same time.. she had little faith in her own abilities, and would have preferred another take the reins.

Cassidy folded her arms, leaning against the door frame, and nodded. "We're still running a skeleton crew. Better if we have more hands available."

Heaving a beleaguered sigh, Shiloh allowed her head to loll back, and murmured, "I could not agree more."

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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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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]
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>>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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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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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.