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After The Curtain Falls

Known Space

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a part of After The Curtain Falls, by Imperial Waltz.

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Imperial Waltz holds sovereignty over Known Space, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Trey Keeling [10] "Some people will do what they do; don't bother them, and don't be bothered until they interfere with what you do."
Delvia Plastt [6] I could probably fix that.
Troy Caudillo [6] "Mari! What the hell are you doing to my ship?"
Lucia Samson [5] "Why worry about it now? What's done is done."
Tyler Marker [5] "I thought I was out of this mess..."
Erna Mari Mallory Durand [4] "I hold grudges and pack an M30. You don't wanna know more."
Vivian Davis [4] A woman trying to figure out her future while looking in the past.
Josh Hanlon [4] "Can it hold on a minute? I'm just in the middle of some calibrations"
Roger Masters [4] Any one for cards?
Jaxon Belail [2] "Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about."

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Just as Lucia was about to stand up she saw Allan walk into the Mess with his hands in his pockets. Finishing standing up she nodded back to him in greeting, "Hey Allan," and smiled. She began to walk over to the pot when she heard his joke and giggled. When she reached the pot of gumbo she paused and looked back at the exchange between Ilia and Allan. As he ducked out of the room she said, "See you later."

She took the lid off the pot and stirred it, "It looks," she took a whiff, "and smells like it's nearly done. Do we need to do anything else to it? Or do we just wait until the rest of the crew gets here and serve?" While she waited for a response she began to arrange plates and dishes on the counter for later to save them the time of getting them out later.

As she set down a plate on the counter she received a message from Doc on her HUD. She paused for a minute to read it and responded with, "It'll be ready very soon. You could probably even make your way down now if you wanted to, we don't bite. Or I could just let you know exactly when it's done."

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Jaxon Belail

A wave washed over him as the ship moved from slipstream into present speed, a feeling he had long since gotten used to. Jaxon had been on and off ships for as long as he could remember. He’d been on the current ship for the last four years, entering in to the crew as an adjutant officer and inspection officer on behalf of his father. Before that point, he’d been on the hallow frame of the great ship that he was currently residing in. Dear old dad was the designer of the Informal ships, after all.

Steady, confident strides carried the man down the walkway from his personal quarters to the mess hall. A great platter with a silver cover was carried in his hands as he whistled to himself. Already the scent of something absolutely delicious had reached him from the kitchens. Strong spices and exotic flavours let Jax know that both the women were on duty that day, and he was eager to taste whatever was cooking for the day. He was equally eager to reveal his surprise.

Allan exited the mess. Jax nodded his head in greeting, but said nothing, as he walked by and turned the corner. At any given time he was a guy that would stop for pleasantries and idle chitchat, but he had something on his mind and the monk seemed to have his own agenda. One hand raised in greeting as he stepped food into the kitchen. “Good day ladies, Din.” He said, flashing winning smile and sliding his covered plate on to an empty space on the counter. Jax covertly grabbed a spoon.

“Smells good in here, and I’m not just talking about the gumbo.” He grinned his Cheshire smile, winking towards Illa and her metal snake. Jaxon tilted his head, giving Lucia a quick peck on the cheek to disguise his stolen taste, his spoon dipping in to the stew and out. The sample was brought to his mouth, eyes closing in genuine delight as he savored it. “Mmm, that is seriously good.”

He quickly raised his hands, palms out in surrender as he dropped the spoon. It was a gesture to show he’d back off before either of them got on his case about trying the food before it was done, or something to that effect. If you asked him, though, it tasted ready for consumption. Still, that wasn’t the point of his visit. The Prince of the Informal Empire stepped around the petite cook and to the shining silver he’d brought in. “Don’t worry ladies, I’ll be out of you way in a second. I just thought I’d bring you a little something.”

Hands whipped off the cover of the dish he’d brought in. A sickly sweet and sticky tower of croquembouche, an old-style French pastry from the times before man had taken to the stars. Jaxon grabbed a piece of the cream-filled profiteroles and popped it in his mouth, enjoying the pleasant crunch of the caramel threads. A groan of enjoyment could be heard from him before he swallowed, smiled, and motioned for them to dig in. Clearly the dessert was recently made, and since they hadn’t docked in awhile, Jax must have been up all night creating the masterpiece.

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“Huh? Oh, sure.” Delvia replied. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, the AI had been working fine for her, but it could be fun to tweak it some and not having to pull equipment apart to find such a simple problem again would make her work simpler. She popped a copy of the AI's coding into the back of her mind where she could read it and note any changes she'd like to make.

She started making her way back up to her spot on the catwalk when an alarm went off in her head. It had started as a means to keep her from working through meals, but now it only seemed to go off when she least wanted it to. The drones were recalled, nesting themselves into her hair as she headed for the mess. A moment passed before she remembered that Roger was still there and she doubled back to the engine room.

“I think that it's nearly time to eat,” she said, leaning over the catwalk railing, “You can leave those repairs for later.” She disappeared back down the walkway before he had a chance to respond.

Slipping into the mess she noted that no one else was eating yet. So she made for the couch, giving a brief nod to Ilia and Din, and sitting on the other end where she could wait until it was time to eat. The AI coding was pulled over her vision where she could better focus on it and transparent so she could keep track of her surroundings this time.

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Troy

Internally he chuckled. With some amusement he pondered the sanity of his crew and why someone always got rowdy anytime they all came together. Truly they could not go a week without something like this happening, he wondered why? Glancing down at Mari he couldn't help but mentally laugh; Well Durand was one of the main reasons but by no means the only cause. Ah, never a boring time here on the Gluttony. Always something to do or some mess to clean up.

Outwardly Troy seemed as stern and stoic as always, only the small grin on his face expressed his inner amusement. Closing his eyes and taking a calming breath before, "Alright. I'm going to tie both you and you together," he nodded his head to Allan and Mari as he spoke, " and lock you into a box full-" he glanced at Mari and smirked, "-of rainbows and sunshine and little bunny rabbits and other assorted adorable and sweet things."

Mari huffed, "Oh fuck that. I'm n-" Troy's eyes met hers, his clearly conveying the expression of 'Do not interrupt me.' which she knew to obey. Troy let his crew get away with a great many things on his ship but his word was law here and when he spoke he expected his crew to listen. Letting out a soft verbal chuckle he continued, "And then I'll tie that box onto a very long rope, let it be dragged behind the back of the ship and wont come and open the box again until one or both of you are dead."

This was obviously a joke but the underlining note of authority in his voice as he spoke made it clear that this was his way of telling them to shut up and get back to business. Allan laughed, "You are a cruel and unusual man, captain."

Replying with a innocent expression on his face, "Thank you, I try." Glancing at Mari he smirked as she was flipping him off but was otherwise silent. For all her crassness she obeyed her captain, for which he was grateful. Durand might have a off-putting personality to some but she was a great pilot and, surprising to most others, very close to him. She was closer to him then she was with almost anyone else, he mused.

That settled he addressed the rest of the crew. "All's fine. We'll be docked in five minutes, more or less." He said as he glanced at the viewer, watching with his 'waking' eyes as the Gluttony hit the atmosphere. The edge of her shields, ten meters away from the hull, glowing softly orange-red as the ship pushed against the gravity wall, breaking through the atmosphere. Looking back at his crew, "Marker, Allan and" he glanced back at his pilot and smirked,"Mari. Your coming with me. Thaksin, you have the ship while I'm away. Keep the kiddies from scampering off would ya?" he quipped at his Envoy. Looking at his resident TAF officers, "One of you can come with me, the other will stay here and direct artifact placement and such. I'll let you two decide among yourselves who goes."

Walking out of the bridge and to his quarters Troy internally laughed as he watched through the ships sensors Jaxon's newest attempt at wooing his cooks. Taking the stairs up to the captain's quarters, Troy grabbed his jacket laying on the arm of his couch. Though the city self-regulated its internal climate they were likely to be outdoors at some point while on world and the temperature on the night-side of the planet tended to drop extensively. Indeed, when they got there it would be around fifty-below zero. Modern nanites could heat up the human body to compensate but it would still be rather cold.
Mentally contacting Masters, "No need, we'll restock while we're here."

With the jacket on and after making sure his handgun and gauntlet was in working order(one can never be to careful while in the Outer Rim) Troy walked out of his quarters.

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Trey watched the fight between Allan and Durand unfold, and tried to look very nonthreatening near the entrance. He was glad Allan had gone all the way in, because if he hadn't Durand would have snapped at him as the first person to speak. He slowly stepped backwards into the main group and waited for the captain to interfere. The corner of his mouth flicked upwards at the scolding Troy eventually gave her. The two of them certainly had a strange relationship, but after four years he'd just learned to let the two of them be.

As he waited for the captain to make a decision on who would be going with him into the city, he flicked through the updates on local news that were becoming available on his implants. There didn't seem to be anything particularly worth noting, but it was a habit of his whenever they neared their docking point.

At the captain's word, Trey turned to Vivian. "You don't mind if I..." he trailed off, looking her in the eye as his face said 'please.' He loved being able to see new planets, and stopping at the same place twice in his life without ever getting off the ship would bother him. Besides, Vivian was better at actually getting all new artifacts to where they needed to go. She always had her lists and charts ready for a new arrival.

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Roger breathed a sigh of relief when hearing the captain; not every port had a repair station. Roger was glad for the free time; he would not have to calibrate the dampeners for the next few hours as basic calibrations would be sufficant for a short time providing Masters was linked with the AI every 15 minutes. The job would not take long, upon hearing Del's remark about grub Roger replied: "got ya mam, will be up in a tick.

Closing his eyes Roger sent a message to the captain, it took Rogers a significant amount of time to establish a mental link compared to the rest of the crew. Roger was not used to mental linking and had slower systems. For most starting a mental link was as easy as breathing, Rogers needed a certain level of concentration.

"Understood sir, can you please allow me to accompany you while examining the replacements? Anything expensive is probably cheap, anything cheap is probably near worthless and anything free is broke anyway. There are a zillion fakes, cheats, junked and copies out there, I rather make sure we get the right ones. Not sayin you don't know your Mk12, 7632, Ak15 generation Gama Standard Vickers & Pegasus Dampeners from your average Lal Mk 303 66A generation beta cheap skate copies, I rather see, hear, touch and taste a dampener before taking it into my action."

Within a few minutes the temporary repairs where finished and Rogers went into the Naffy whistling the old Freeside classic Sola Sola here I go.

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Marker snapped a smart salute as Troy left the bridge and he quickly followed suit, heading to his quarters to pick up a few things, including his coat. He opened the door to his room and stepped over to his closet, pulling out the only reminder of his time in the merc forces: a military grade jacket that was all but one step short of an environment suit in its protection levels while maintaining the unsuspecting look of an average jacket. Meaning without the rest of the gear designed for it it lacked any sort of sealing but it sure as hell kept a body warm when it was needed.

He slung the jacket over his shoulder and made sure his omniblade implant worked, and with a shower of sparks and a glowing red light the implant materialized a blade almost a foot long from the back of his right wrist. He looked the blade over a few times before taking a duelist stance he had learned in the military and taking a few practice swings. He ended up gouging a line across his wall and he grimaced. The captain was going to take that out his pay most likely. He let the blade dematerialize and he dropped his arm, not for the first time telling himself to return to practicing with the weapon. A person was just like a weapon, if you let it sit too long rust accumulated and he had been sitting for a very very long time.

With a sigh he walked back out of his quarters and let the door close behind him, heading towards the Mess to grab a quick bite before heading out. He walked in on Jaxon doing his best to impress the cooks with his most recent creation and with a chuckle leaned against the entrance to the kitchen, watching the scene unfold.

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"I assume you're heading up as well?"

For a second Reeve stood silent, the world around him seemingly moving in slow motion. A side effect of reintegrating systems after the several hours he'd just spent as a 'pure,' disconnected from any and all augments. Vaguely aware that Vivian was saying something, he turned to face her, nodded slowly, let out a gentle "Thank you, everyone. I'll see you on the bridge, then."

It took a moment to realise that everyone had already started to leave, had spun away from him and made for the transits. Brows wrinkled almost imperceptibly as the man realised he'd just zoned out again, lost focus for long enough that the others had moved half the distance to the exit before he'd even processed that they were going. Still, he mused, smile regaining the strength it had held when he'd first greeted the crew, there was nothing to do about it now. The AF net was old, perhaps its interfaces were losing reliability. And if so, wasnt that entirely his fault. No neural lace was designed to be deactivated, especially not so regularly. Anton had been horrified when he'd dropped it into conversation. Said it was tantamount to switching off a chunk of your mind every day. Perhaps, next they passed an Envoy station, he'd place a request for a custom build.

Whistling tunelessly, he followed the others, pinging Troy with a notice that he was on his way and patching into ship comms so he could hear what was going on before he got there. There were footsteps, then his lips split in a foxlike grin as Durand greeted everyone in her inimical style. Honestly, Reeve had never understood how the girl had qualified as a pilot, and especially why she was trusted so implicitly, besides the obvious reason. And that was another thing that ran at odds with him. The relationship between her and Troy. Relationships amongst serving crews was explicitly forbidden in Envoy code, since one pilot dropped his ship into atmosphere in what was almost certainly a suicide mission, willing to risk the lives of the half-regiment on board for that of his lover. Still, her skills were exemplary, and much as the girl was caustic and overly, pointlessly, aggressive, and it wasnt as if the rest of them were any better. That was something about the captain. He seemed to attract the cast offs, the highly skilled and slightly odd. His own little disfunctional family.

Troy was talking. Some joke about Durand and Allan, then orders. Hm. He was to remain on ship whilst several others dropped planetside. Shame. It would have been nice to stretch his legs, see something that wasnt the ship, even if just for an hour. The captain had also decided, for reasons Reeve couldnt see, to leave them without a pilot. True, if it came down to it, the Excessive in his quarters could take override and control, but with nowhere near the fine motion that a dedicated pilot could bring to the table. Nevertheless.

He strode on to the bridge, nodded once at Troy, gave a simple, "Of course, Captain." Nothing else needed to be said. Not here, at least, in public. As Troy walked out of the bridge, he followed, spinning on his heel, dovetailing as Troy headed for quarters, Reeve instead making for the mess. It'd been several hours since he'd eaten anything, and from the appetising smell of cooking food, it was almost ready. Slipping through the door, raising a hand to their resident alchemist a la mange, he made his way to the couch, stretched out catlike, then perched himself the opposite end to Delvia, glanced sidelong at the girl, obviously absorbed in something or other, her eyes staring off at a point far past the walls of the mess, then relaxed backwards with a sigh and waited for dinner.

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Vivian

The friendly confrontation rolled out in front of Vivian, which she politely tuned out. Anticipation coursed through her veins, barely keeping excitement at bay. She waited for the needless flirting in disguise of bickering faded and for the Captain to answer what everyone was waiting for. What was the plan? Who was going, and who was being left behind? Names rolled off the tip of his tongue, leaving an open question between the TAF Officers.

Vivian turned to her partner, eyebrows raised and lips parting to beg for the opportunity, but Trey beat her to the punch. "You don't mind if I...” he said, pleading with puppy dog eyes. Her lips closed, quietly contemplating arguing how much she loved the off-ship exploits. Mentally she pushed the thoughts from her mind. Trey loved them just as much, and she’d gone on the last time. At least if he went, she would get first crack at whatever treasures they brought back.

It was with a shy she relented, spreading her arms in defeat. “Alright, you go. But I have conditions! You have to bring back pictures, tell me every detail, and it’s my turn next time.”

She smiled, slightly envious. It wasn’t long before the benefits of staying behind came to mind. For one, she recalled the mouth-watering scent of gumbo coming from the kitchens down the way, and hunger reared its ugly head once more. For two, company was less than favourable… she could avoid the Captain’s persistence and Durand’s cold barbs at the same time. Her posture relaxed.

Vivian sat down in a empty chair, glancing over at Hanlon; “It appears we’re to be left behind this time.”

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Josh couldn't help but laugh at the scene unfolding on the bridge. It seemed a mismatch of people that shouldn't get along at all. Well granted some of them didn't get on well but at least both parties always had the common sense to realise that it was smarter not to get in each others way. After all it was a giant metal box gliding through space, not exactly the place you want to piss people off who you might be stuck with for months on end. It actually uprised him that there were no major clashes of ego's in a confrontational sense. Yet anyway.

As people began to leave the bridge he slouched back into his chair and looked at the screens in front of him. He was glad to be left on the ship, he didn't feel like heading onto the world he was comfortable here on the ship, t was quiet and peaceful. “It appears we’re to be left behind this time.”. Josh spun around to see Vivian behind him. Josh liked Vivian, she was very down to earth and very proud of her work. He liked that in a person. "Yea" he chuckled. "We sure are, but to be honest I prefer it that way. Quiet, no hassle of the city and all that hustle and commotion, bleh, doesn't suit me at all. I'm surprised you didn't go down though. Its an interesting old planet. Perhaps a little anal but nice nonetheless. Think of it this way though, at least we get first servings on the food" he laughed and winked at Vivian as he sat back into his chair.

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Patrick got out of his chair and started to circle the room in a endless loop. He kept checking his messages and the only message he had was from Lucia about food. As he strolled around his office while holding his wrinkled forehead, he kept scolding himself out loud.
"Sure you can check the medicine cabinet every fucking hour but it takes you eight months to realize that the bloods going bad." He yelled at himself "These people entrusted their lives to you and all you do is check the fucking medicine cabinet."
He threw his stethoscope across the room and then stopped moving to calm his nerves. He walked slowly to his stethoscope, picked it up and placed it on his table. He then proceeded to remove his traditional white lab coat and rested it on his chair, folded neatly. Keeping calm he left the med bay and headed towards the Mess. Still angry at his negligence but appearing calm from the outside he practiced how to fake his smile as he got closer and closer to the Mess.
"We need blood," He messaged the entire crew this time. "Please enjoy your meal and meet me in the med bay after an hour when free." hoping this time he would get a reply. When he entered the Mess and saw everyone who was there, his smile faded as he knew he had let everyone down. Even the smell of delicious food which was something he almost always enjoyed couldn't cheer him up.
"Food looks great as always." He said to Lucia. "I'll take a plate, please." After thanking the cook he sat on a table alone, playing with his food as he checked through his logs to see if his melancholic status had caused him to miss something else. Barely touching his food, he hurried back to the med bay to ensure he was at his office when someone showed up.

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Just as Lucia finished replying to Doc she moved her attention from her HUD to the task at hand. Grabbing a handful of silverware she heard Jaxon say, “Good day ladies, Din,” and she turned just in time to she him raise his hand in greeting. “Heya, Jax,” she said replying with a small smile and setting the silverware down simultaneously as Jaxon set the plate on the counter.

She eyed the plate wondering what Jaxon brought them, slightly suspicious of it being some sort of prank.

Jaxon stepped extremely close to her so she closed her eyes for a split second knowing it was only for a casual peck on the cheek, “Glad you think so,” she paused and watched him put his hands up, dropping the spoon. She giggled slightly at his sign of surrender, “Cute.”

Lucia watched him pull the cover off the plate. To her disappointment, she couldn’t smell sweetness of the pastries due to the overpowering smell of gumbo, but they did look good nonetheless. Observing him pop one of them into his mouth she asked, “Did you make these?”

Before Jaxon could answer Lucia noticed a stream of people coming in giving her the queue to start serving. She reached for a ladle and a plate while keeping an eye on Jaxon so as not to break the conversation. As she dipped a ladle into the pot, her HUD notified her of a message from Doc that she’d read later. She continued to make plates and set them on the counter.

She saw Doc come in and grabbed on of the plates when he asked for one and made her way over to him. “What was the message about, Doc? I didn’t get to read it yet—thought I might as well ask.”