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After Armageddon

Post-War Galaxy

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a part of After Armageddon, by MyEyesAreBlack.

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Cassidy Laiho [28] "Look, you've got two ways out of this: obedience or the airlock. And in about five seconds I'm going to defer to 'airlock'."
Lena Sca'fi'lai [21] Are you going to try to eat today?
Adam Link [21] "My monitors indicate that you are distressed. Would you like to talk about it?"
Weston Carter [17] "My job is to protect the ship, and the crew. Even from themselves."
Anthony Marx [16] "Eh? Are you speaking to me?"
Shiloh Kuribayashi [16] "Look, I know enough that I can make your thrusters work.. sort of. Uhm.. want me to change your identity, instead? 'Cause that's easy."
Zyt [14] This unit is only equip for engineering duty.
Delphine Noel [10] " I deal with Containers, Crates and Contraband. Anything else is someone else's problem."
Rss'Kan 's Nssk'Aani [3] "Where do you need me, Ssoh?"
Jaxt Dar'Koba [1] "My name is Bracx Pir'Cean. Perhaps it's nice to meet me, we'll see."

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

"Came here to give you a heads up, so you could clear some space in the off chance our next jobs turn out to need room... Looks like it might have been a wasted trip."

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai
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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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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai
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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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Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai
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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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The Geiger counter within Maller's shielded suit never seemed to stop screeching, which was beginning to quickly wear down on his nerves. Moving around the suspicious contraband with as much haste as his power loader would allow him, he failed to forget how the gauge which read out the time remaining on his filters had decided to cease it's functions. "Ya know.... part of me really wants to know why the hell anybody would need fissile materials for anythin'. At the same time, part of me really doesn't want to know." A metallic clang sounded as he unloaded the crate. "I mean, how many races really still use nuclear weapons, right? .....right?" Gabe queried somewhat nervously. "It is probably for medical purposes" his insectoid compatriot hissed, not really soothing his worry in the least. "Yeah, yeah.... for uhh, cancer.... and... shit... This is kinda a Lot for cancer treatments, ain't it? I mean, twelve crates per container, four containers...." "It could be the supply for a whole sector" Rss'Kan hissed again, before lowering the crate he started to lift and turning to Gabe. "Why? Do you wish us to quit?" There was no sarcasm or hint of humor in his tone, though at times such things aren't registered by his translator bands. Still, it was an honest question, and that finally did relieve Maller a bit.

He chuckled a bit in his suit, "Nah, you're probably right. ...Hey don't you need some kinda shieldin'?" With the amount of confidence Rss'Kan had simply waltzing right in to a contaminated deck, it never dawned on Maller to address such a thing. "I am fine" the large bug plainly said, if not a bit snappish. "You sure? Lotta rads in here...." 'I have been in higher." "Alright, but ain't you gonna be glowin' like a lightning bug afterwards? I mean, if you say you're fine, fine, but that don't mean you ain't gonna be contaminated." Finally Rss'Kan stopped what he was doing, giving Maller his undivided attention. "Tarr'n, my world, has naturally high amounts of radiation, both from it's sun and it's radioactive minerals which are turned up by it's volcanic activity. Before setting out from Tarr'n, I had to be decontaminated. After this work order is complete, I will also be decontaminated. May we please finish this now? "Alright, hold on..." Maller replied, dropping his current activity as well. "You gonna tell me what's up with you?" The inquisitive nature of the question was a bit alarming, causing Rss'Kan's tail quills to bristle. "I do not know what you mean, I wish to continue and finish this order." It wasn't often Rss'Kan got defensive like this, and that raised Gabe's concerns. "Look, big, tall, and gloomy, you been all grim and shit ever since we ended up on this rock. Yeah, bein' stranded on this alien shit-hole sucks, but you've been even more mopey than anyone else. I mean, come on. We fixed the Gemini's life support, we kicked Dead One ass, we even managed to Land here as opposed to Crashing here. That makes us pals, don't it? So, I'd like to know what's wrong with my friend."

Maller stood stoically, feeling rather proud of his little speech. Still, Rss'Kan felt disinclined. "Your air filters. How much time is left?" he asked, and by his 'pal's' expression, Rss'kan knew he'd caught him off guard. "Uhhh....." was all Maller could utter, realizing that he in fact did manage to forget about that. "I... don't know." "How much time would you guess is left, then?" Rss'Kan chittered, drawing out a troubled silence from Maller. "Do you wish to have this conversation here, or outsi-" "Outside." Gabe finished for him, suddenly becoming increasingly swift in returning to work. Rss'Kan trilled, his version of chuckling, before doing the same. "Hey, we ain't droppin' this here, alright? After this, I want to know." Sealing one of the filled containers, Rss'Kan groaned.

"....Very well."

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Character Portrait: Delphine Noel Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Anthony Marx Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Zyt Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai
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Benuine Federation
Sa Jeen Cluster
Signos [Nu Vo] System
Erdas [Or Yam]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two within sight of their port were currently being repaired.

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Zyt
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Zyt moved around his bay with little trouble, preparing a shopping list for Shiloh. Best to make sure that the stores of parts and metals were stocked up before leaving again. While the list, in and of itself, was not long or grand, Zyt preferred to keep a minimum of parts and metals on the ship at all times.

With the final checks and inventories check and cataloged, Zyt shot the list over to Shiloh. Now, Zyt could work on something that he has been waiting on since they last took off: the engines. While the primary thrusters were cycling fine, Zyt had manually tuned down the secondary engines because they were giving off strange readings. Now, he could get to work on figuring out just what was wrong.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Weston Carter Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai Character Portrait: Jaxt Dar'Koba
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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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Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Lena Sca'fi'lai
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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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Character Portrait: Delphine Noel Character Portrait: Adam Link Character Portrait: Cassidy Laiho Character Portrait: Shiloh Kuribayashi Character Portrait: Weston Carter
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Cassidy was nearing her destination when Wes came over the comm. "Don't worry about me. I've breathed in worse stuff this crap ball of a world. Besides, my armor is more then just badass. I can cannonball into an acid pool if I wanted to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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