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Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient

The Milky Way Universe

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a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient, by VindicatedPurpose.

A vast void filled with scattered celestial bodies that vary in size, shape, and form.

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A vast void filled with scattered celestial bodies that vary in size, shape, and form.

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The Milky Way Universe is a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient.

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Aronimus Weston [48] I don't know where this ship will take us, but I do know we'll return.
Allen Ryker [42] "I need something to build."
Tiaan Peyton [42] "I swear if I have any other guy proposition me, again, I'll darn well kick the shit out of them. YOU HAVE THE WRONG PLUMBING!"
Clyde Summer [39] Reporting for duty, sir.
Grenadine Davis [36] "The elevator called you heavy, but I'm sure it didn't mean it"
Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson [33] Aaaw, hell. The enlisted are invading Officer Country.
Thaddeus Jackson [28] "..."
T.A.U [24] The Tactical Assistance Unit is ready to Go.
A.D.A.M [22] System process delayed by.3 femtoseconds,beginning recalibration
Max [22] A rare type of A.I. called an "Anomaly Intelligence", this A.I. is still in its Development Stage, making it/him completely unpredictable....

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The noise of the station was no distraction for Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen. She stood stiff-backed and proper, her uniform freshly ironed, unmoving at the center of an ever-flowing crowd. She was accustomed to the chaos of a docking station, had learned at a very early age how to withstand the current of a thousand warm and restless bodies. Like a rock in the sea, she lived out her existence, still in the chaos. She maintained order. That was her duty - to direct others and ensure that the ship on which she was stationed ran smoothly. It was a job her mother and father had done before her. A job she had been doing since she had left the Academy in her early twenties. Now, at twenty-seven, the young officer found herself in limbo. Too high now in rank for the ship which had jump-started her career, she would be separated from her friends in her old crew, promoted to service aboard the Salient. Alice could not pretend that she grieved over it. She loved her friends, but she lived for the Federation.

For the first time in perhaps half an hour, Alice shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She ran a gloved hand through her dark hair, straightening out the gentle waves and forcing the ponytail to fall straighter down her back. It would not do to have her raven locks getting in the way of her work. Prettiness was all well and good, when it could be afforded, but Alice ran a tight ship. She would not let the fact that she was a women, and men expected her to be beautiful, interfere with her service of the Admiral.

Admiral Aronimus Weston. She had not seen nor heard from him since she was, comparatively, a girl. She had spent her childhood watching his career, dreaming of someday being someone like him. The thought that she might someday serve beneath him... she'd never had that thought. And then two days before she had received her new assignment, with his name in the commanding position. It had been all the young commander could do to stop herself from crying. Dreams coming true, left and right. She only hoped her secrets would not ruin this opportunity for her. No one had found out yet...

Alice intended to keep it that way.

An announcement rang overhead, and a chill ran down Alice's spine. She pulled her heels together, lifted her chin properly. The perfect soldier, just what her parents had trained her to be. She would relax once she was on board the Salient. For now, she had to set an example.

Holding her breath and wondering who would come to meet the new crew members, guide them onto their new ship, Alice made her way forwards through the crowds, to the gate where she had been ordered to wait.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.D.A.M.
"All systems green Admiral, Hyperdrives active and synchronized and FTLs coordinated. Environmental systems operating within safe parameters, atmosphere within.084% of Earth's ,artificial gravity at standard 1.03 Gs." Adam flashed into existence on one of the many holopads of the ship.

"If you wish I can send you a full system diagnostic, but I must submit a complaint about the isolated system AI's within the suits of Thaddeus and Commander Dunaway. Besides the occasional run-time link for a data update to primary memory systems they do not follow standard protocol."

He paused, a bit, still not fully accustomed to interactions with humans, "Is there anything else I can do Admiral?"

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat

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The docking station proved to be as busy as any other as Ridley made his way through the dense crowds of people going about their business. It wasn't necessarily noisy, simply crowded. Ridley was fine with crowds, in fact he was fine with anything. Throughout the years he had learned one lesson and one lesson only; take everything in stride. Whether it be politics or formalities, he had always enjoyed taking the most comfortable seat. Perhaps his lack of ambition was why he was stuck in a Lieutenant's position, not that he minded. In fact he preferred to be the number two guy, or even the number three, over being the one at the top. After all, the one at the top was the one with all the responsibility. As for who that responsible man would be this time, it turned out to be none other than the great Aronimus Weston, whom he had heard of in more than just a passing reference. The Admiral had commanded fleets in his time, and yet here he was heading a single ship.

Speaking of the ship...

The gate that would take him to the Salient loomed into view as Ridley finally forced his way through the crowd and out into the waiting area. It was almost completely deserted, a few people walking about or chatting, but what really caught Ridley's eye was the woman in the crisp Officer's uniform. Admittedly, Ridley was perhaps the only Lieutenant who didn't bother trying to learn the long list of insignias that designated rank, he usually judged someone's station by how shiny their uniform was, and her's was shiny. Striding forward, he walked up to the disciplined-looking lady, snapping off a casual salute shortly before reaching her; "Good day, Ma'am." He stopped before her and inclined his head in a polite fashion, "Lieutenant DeLovat reporting and at your service."

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen

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Alice turned at the movement of a rather casual salute, receiving the newcomer's greeting in silence. Chin still tipped with confident pride, she scanned him from head to toe, taking in his rank, his attitude, his specialty. An easy-going man with a loose salute, but polite. Aware of her station, at the very least. Not a troublemaker at first glance. At least, not to Alice.

"Lieutenant Commander Chen," Alice answered flatly, giving him a short nod. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." She spoke in the clipped phrases of a trained military woman. No time to waste on real formality or truly proper grammar. Alice was known for getting her point across in the fastest, most efficient way available. Unfortunately, on her previous command, that had often involved fists. She hoped that the Salient would be a different sort of ship. "Where are you coming from, Lieutenant? Have you served before?"

Alice had been informed that several of the crew members would be, in her father's words, greener than a fresh spring leaf. She hated training rookies. She could only hope they would not panic at the first sign of action.

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon
Jon strode through the crowd, full gear as usual. The armor was still recording his every move, the AI, an extremely primitive one, balancing out the system so the circuits wouldn't shatter his bones. CO located ID Alice Chen, rank Lt. Commander the cold metallic voice played in his ear. Jon quickly altered his course, steering his way toward the woman, crisply stopping in front of her and snapping a picture perfect salute.

"Commander Jon Dunaway, former spec ops reporting for duty ma'am, currently operating at unknown rank for this voyage," he stated through the communications systems of his suit. He stayed in position, normally he'd outrank her but as his current status on the chain of command she could be his commanding officer.

"Don't suppose you have anything for me to do ma'am?"

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson

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Gavin hated docking stations. Hated them. There were just too many people and the chaos was absolutely horrible. Gavin hated chaos. He much preferred a nice, orderly medical bay. Of course, there was rarely such a thing as an 'orderly medical bay', especially during conflict. Still, at least there were designated tasks which everyone had to complete, and a nice order of how to do things. Much better than this docking station that was filled with hoards of people who had absolutely no clue where to go.

Luckily, he knew where he had to go, and was already heading there. Gavin had been told earlier to head to one of the gates where the F.S.S. Salient would dock and report to a woman named Alice Chen. Thankfully, there were very few women here, so Gavin was rather certain that he wouldn't have a particularly difficult time finding this 'Alice Chen', whoever she was. The thin male was rather curious about what sort of ranking she was. Usually he only had to report to the doctor, but, considering this was his first time on a new ship, he wouldn't be surprised if this 'Alice Chen' was a senior officer of some sort.

Arriving at the proper gate, he immediately saw the one woman there, and walked over to her. "Alice Chen, I presume?" he said softly in a manner that was somehow both formal and friendly at the same time. Gavin didn't quite follow the standard codes for conduct when speaking to other officers, even his seniors, which tended to get him in trouble every now and then. "Medic Gavin Merrickson reporting and at your service." Gavin had long since grown into the habit of using his full name in an introduction, purely from the amount of times he had been mistaken as a female. Of course, there was the occasional person who still believed he was a female despite his obviously male name, but most people seemed to realise he was a male after hearing his given name. He hoped this 'Alice Chen' was one of the latter types of people.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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ADAM

"Will do sir," Adam did a quick background check on the subjects in question. "It would seem that Commander Dunaway was a Lt. Dunaway until a day ago, while I can't legally access the specifics it would appear there are some political strings behind the 2 rank jump. From what I can access it seems he's involved in a classified project of some sorts."

While he saying this, Adam did some illegal back door browsing anyways. The security was tight, well beyond what a normal AI could sort through, but he still got through, in the limited time he found some interesting data. He didn't find a lot of data but what he could get without blatantly hacking the system was still interesting, if the Admiral asked he'd share but for now he tucked the data away before discreetly backing out.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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#, as written by TKDJ
Atomsk lit up a cigarette. He was always told that they were a hazard to the ship due to the higher quality oxygen that was more easily ignited. He knew it was a load though. He saw the Oxygen levels on ships and knew it was just a lie to keep the bridges "smoke free". He didn't do it out of disrespect. He simply thought that it was a stupid rule if it didn't matter to the safety of the ship or anyone else. He felt the same about ranks. Ranks meant little to him. He went off of reputation. The good you've done. That's what got him here. It's also why he didn't mind being here. He was a Colonel before he got booted to the F.S.S. Salient. The incident that got him here was the blatant insults he threw at Lieutenant General Conway. He disliked the Lieutenant General greatly. He obtained his rank through family and some brown nosing. Aronimus Weston on the other hand was a man that Atomsk highly respected. Decorated for his actions and not his family history. A man that Atomsk admired. He stood on the dock looking at the others. He was surprised when he saw his brother Jon. He was here because of punishment but Jon....why? He'd find out later but for now he was enjoying his cigarette before the long voyage ahead.

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Character Portrait: Allen Ryker

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Allen spent most of his time in the engineering quarters or the engine corridor just to be by himself. He wasn't totally sure of the crew just yet but he knew that this was going to be the quietest place for him. Of course quiet being a relative term. He was running his normal daily scans of he engines and some of the little side projects he ended up working on. After a little while he deemed that he would need to venture on out of the quarters and attempt to socialize with people. He grabbed a jacket and left his own room on a trip to one of the mess halls. He scratched his head nad he was wondering around the ship. It was beautiful to him. The engineering that had gone into this ship was remarkable. The only hope that he really had was that he would get along with someone otherwise this was going to be the longest trip of his life.

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson

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Thaddeus kept at a 20ft distance from Jon when going through the crowd. He always loved the unlawfulness of large crowds for they always provided maximized cover. As he walked around the crowd, he saw Jon address a woman who was obviously Alice Chen. Thaddeus stood to wait and observe any others who may be a potential crew member. "Ghost. Zoom in on targets."

His AI responded and zoomed to an individual smoking a cigarette. The man's eyes took to the direction towards Jon. Nothing too odd about being surprised about a man in a full body suit Thaddeus thought to himself. He zoomed to a character who stopped in front of Alice Chen. In the crowd it was too hard to hear. "Ghost, zoom in on that person's lips." he said. Ghost read the lips and took the words medic ,Gavin, reporting, service from the spoken message.

Satisfied that he had enough information, Thaddeus walked up to Alice Chen and gave a formal salute. "Thaddeus Jackson reporting for duty and station."

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen

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After Jon, they approached her too quickly for individual acknowledgement. Silently she nodded to each new crew member in turn, waiting for all of them to snap out of their salutes and fall silent.
"At ease, all of you," she commanded. Though some of them had not remained at attention, others had. There was no need to stand quite so stiffly here. They were going to be together for some months now, and if everyone was stiff and stressed the whole time, their voyage would not be a pretty one.

With a light toss of her head, Alice sent her hair back over her shoulder in a black tumble. She clasped her hands behind her hips and turned, long legs twisting, to survey the crew. Her eyes settled on Gavin for a moment. A medic, she thought. Looked like a child. A female one. Alice would have to make sure the rest of the crew was aware. Slowly, she gave each crew member the same quiet scrutiny. This was the Alice Chen of the military news reports. The woman who took in everything tiny detail before she ever made a move.

"We wait until the bridge is joined and we receive a signal from the Salient to come aboard. For now, how many of you have been on assignment before?" she scanned the ranks, wondering whether she was surrounded more by rookies, or by veterans. Some of them she knew must have served on a Federation vessel before. Commander Dunaway, the former spec-ops, for one. She glanced again at Gavin - he was interesting, and judging by his quiet character, it would be good to secure his loyalty.

With a quiet huff, she left that train of thought behind. This was not the same vessel. Alliances between crew members were no longer a matter of life or death. Here, she hoped, they could all be allies. Maybe even friends.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon dropped back into standard position, stark straight behind back- the ideal image of a soldier.

[b]"...For now, how many of you have been on assignment before?" Alice openly addressed the crew.

"Dutch, open up Chen's service record and that of everyone else on the open roster of the Salient," he ordered the AI, in his suit. He quickly perused the record of everyone on board, he had to suppress a smirk when he saw Thaddeus on the roster, another pet of the super soldier project. Probably a more stealthy model of the same suit he was wearing.

"I have ma'am," he addressed Alice over the suits speakers, she had an impressive record-a bit on the ambitious side- but impressive. He forwarded his on record, detailed all the way up to this morning so it mentioned him partaking in a project for the brass while aboard the ship, and his highly unwanted political bullshit double rank jump of less than twenty-two hours ago.

"If you don't mind I sent you a copy of my record, I'd like you to ignore the last line," he specifically requested she ignore the line pertaining to his rank jump. On the other hand he figured she'd be pleased to have a soldier with no less than 16 orbital drops, 23 infiltration missions, 42 rescues, 4 active deploys, 9 deep behind line deployments, 31 shock missions,5 classifieds and 13 blatantly labeled suicide ops. All of which were executed well within "flawless" parameters.

He didn't know if he could personally get along with this ambitious woman, but no hurt in trying and if nothing else she'll make a splendid CO he was certain of that.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Eli Colter

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The bridge to the ship was cluttered with people although only a small proportion were crew members. The rest were station personnel setting up the ship, going through last checks, and stocking it with supplies and rations for the trip. Large wheeled vehicles rolled through the bridge path to the entrance egresses, these were going to be sent to the vehicle bay for storage.

Aronimus was staring through one of the smaller observation ports located in the upper levels of the ship. He watched the mass of people, vehicles, and drones moving in and out of the ship, but he noted a group of people who were stationary and gathered around a single officer. At once he realized those were the crew members, who were awaiting the signal to board. Aronimus looked at his timekeeper, the signal to board for crew members was synchronized in approximately half an hour. During that time, he would walk towards the general assembly hall and wait for Captain Colter to welcome the recruits on board and lead them to the hall.

He continued walking, inspecting the interior features, from the wiring tubes to the holopads and map terminals, from the data receptors to the telescreens, they were advanced equipment for a ship that was the last of its kind.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Ridley made way as several others approached Chen to introduce themselves. "Starting to get a little crowded in here." He said with a smile. Soon after they were all gathered round, Chen brought up the New to Old question, no doubt to find out what and who she was working with. As was expected, the fully decked commando piped out his reply soon enough. "Well of course we can expect big, strong and bulky armour-lad to have a record, just look at the guy." He waved his hand up and down the armoured figure as if no one else had noticed. "I mean I'm sorry, but who walks around like that? What was your name again? Jen?"
He waved him aside without waiting for a reply, turning to Chen with another polite inclination of his head; "Four tours for me, Ma'am, and I loved every one of them. Well, except for the third one, that was aboard the Cradle, I swear that thing's haunted." He turned his head in the direction of the gate "This will mark lucky number five, I'm sure it will be bundles of fun. Bundles of restrained fun." He added quickly, remembering the LC's rather disciplined nature.

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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#, as written by TKDJ
Atomsk eagerly awaited the boarding he desired. The man he admired. A ship of legend. But something still bugged him. His brother. Well they WERE brothers. No harm in going up to ask. He threw the third cigarette to the ground unfinished.

He walked up to his brother casually, unsure if his brother even knew he was on this mission.

"What Officer did you insult to get throw here Jon?" He said with a sarcastic smirk, knowing his brother would never even look funnily at anyone of any higher rank then him.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon ignored the man his AI pegged as Ridley, they'd settle their issues another time, if anything went sour on the mission they'd have to and rather than waste field time it'd be best to get such nonsense out of the way early.

It was at that point his unruly older brother addressed him, while he couldn't condone the man's blatant disregard for standard authority there's no denying he'd rather work with him than anyone else.

"I didn't, I'm here to field test the new toy the Brass made," Jon clasped his brothers arm, the suit compensated to not crush it. "Apparently they're hoping for something nasty to go down cuz they sent not just one of these monsters but two." Jon nodded in Thaddeus' general direction, the guy would make himself known when he wanted.

Figuring he may as well start breaking the ice early Jon turned to Ridley, "yeah I know the suit looks ridiculous and about as subtle as 10 kilos of C-13. But the brass told me to test it and the more data it picked up the better, what's more it's damn useful." He held out his hand, "By the way, the name's Jon and like it or no we'll be shipmates for awhile so it's best to make nice."

A.D.A.M
"About the men in question with the AI's it would appear that they're on a top secret project headed by certain Admiral Chase Michelson. You've met the guy Admiral, any takes on this because based on his psychological profile and service history it seems to me that the likely-hood he is seeking to get the honorary 6th star based on the results of his project exceed 93%." The entire time Adam phased from holopad to holopad keeping just ahead Aronimus.

"If the case stands as is we may be flying blind into a potentially dangerous situation, shall I arrange contingencies for extreme danger parameters?"Adam stopped for the Admiral to answer but quickly received an incoming transmission "Hang on, high security message incoming from Naval Command, unencrypting... finished, it's for you Admiral, Command says you may insert the two men in your chain of command as you will and grants you clearance to all pertinent files, forwarding to your personal communicator."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Allen was getting tired of waiting around for something to happen to him. He had a quick thought and then acted on impulse and started to walk towards the bridge of the ship. He passed a man who looked like someone he knew but throw it off his shoulder and continued on his way. The place was a little crowded and almost confusing to him. He then drifted off in thought about earlier that day. He was arguing with a man to let him on the ship a little early so that he may check the engines and give everything a small little test. Allen did not figure out that it was the Chief Engineer until the man had introduced himself. This set a few things in motion for Allen. He knew that showing up early would or should get him in trouble, the man was mad but then the man gave him a small tour of the engine room. He told him to run some more tests because he was so eager to be on board. His tests took far longer than he had expected them to so he knew he was "running" late to the others that were waiting to board. Allen then picked up his pace and rounded a corner to the bridge. A lot of people are in this room was the first observation he made. He noticed a women out of the corner of his eye. He knew her as the second in command, and at a young age too. He then ducked behind some Boxes that had been stacked up and made his way around to look like he just entered the ship for the loading area. He looked around and finally out the window. He approached the group. "This is where we are to meet correct?" he didn't think about it but he accent was a little thinker than normal.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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#, as written by Belynta
Faith Mackenzie scowled at the people, that happened to get in her way, as she strode forward across the deck towards the sleeping giant resting in its cradle.The F.S.S Salient, the last of its kind, was enormous even at rest and no one who looked at it could doubt it was a warship. Various types of weaponry covered its surface like barnacles on a whale. Faith was not naive enough to believe this would be a peaceful tour, no matter what those in command said, a ship built for war could no more avoid it than a shark could avoid blood. But then that was why she was here after all, to fix those who got hurt whilst on the this tour.

She travelled light, most of her belongings already being transported on board, carrying only a small shoulder bag filled with a few personal belongings she didn't trust to dockworkers. Last time she had done so her favourite antique hairbrush had ended up on a merchant ship heading for the other side of the galaxy. It had taken her months to finally get it back and it now had a couple of nicks to show for the journey. So now she carried those important things with her. In between her lips was her ever present cigarette, and in the pocket of her doctors coat was a new pack, which was her third already that day. She knew smoking was bad for her, she was a doctor after all, yet that had never stopped her and she felt it kept her sane when the world went to hell.

As she approached what was to be her home, for the next who knew how long, she saw people gathering together in a cluster and she changed direction heading towards them. She kept the scowl on her face and most people stopped short of walking into her avoiding her gaze if possible, inwardly Faith was amused. Looking like she wanted to murder someone never failed to clear a path and she had used it many times in the past for just such an effect. As she neared the group and saw a woman garbed in officers clothes she sighed quietly. She stopped short of the group and took a last drag of her cigarette before regretfully stubbing it out with the heel of her shoe.

She walked straight into the group no hesitation in her stride or posture, this wasn't the first time she had been lumped together with strangers and she doubted it would be the last. She met the woman's gaze ignoring the others to begin with, as she knew military protocol well enough to greet the senior officer first. She straightened her posture and nodded once briefly to the Lt Commander.

"I'm Doctor Mackenzie." She said brusquely "and I would like to get started as soon as possible."

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Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: James Grey

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Ben Owens

Ben blinked more than a few times as the flurry of people rushed past him to the Lt. Commander. It seemed that one of the up sides to being a pretty woman was that everyone wanted to talk to you. Ben had always thought that he was someone who couldn't stop moving and yet he was quickly out paced by all of them. His eyes couldn't help but move to the walked combat suit and give another chuckle, he'd thought his fighter would be the only prototype inboard. His hand gave another little tick as he pushed up to the balls of his feet to look at them all. Glancing from one to the other in quick succession made it so that he registered a lot of information all at once, the medic was a guy was one of the big things that jumped out at him. Glancing at all of them as they introduced themselves made him remember military protocol, he'd been busted more than once for ignoring them. With a sigh he stepped forward into the group and patted the battle suit on the shoulder as he addressed the Lt. Commander. He heard one of them answer the Lt. Commanders question about experience so he thought it would be as good as any place to pop in. "Owens reporting in ma'am. More than a few tours of duty done already as a pilot." Ben casually stepped a little to the side after speaking. He didn't want to get trampled in the rush of them all and if he could stay out of the brass's sight for a while they might not stop him from flying for anything stupid.

James Grey

James couldn't help but hear all the commotion, it was happening only a few feet in front of him. He ignored it as it started and focused on the job at hand, shifting through the tone of information ARCHE had managed to obtain and make sure every system was doing okay. With his eyes closed James could have ARCHE tap into his visual cortex and project it all onto his eyes, basically turning his eyelids into computer screens when needed. James checked everything twice, system status's, energy fluctuations, even the environmental temperature settings. When he was done he couldn't help but smirk a little, all his prototypes were working perfectly even though they hadn't gone through the proper testing yet. He opened his eyes a little and blinked a few times as they adjusted, the sight in front of him almost made him laugh himself to death. They were all gathered around the officer as though they were dogs at a show, trying to make themselves look the best out of them all. The most notable thing though was the suits, he hadn't realized that they would be on the ship. He had accidentally stumbled upon there plans and information while going through various firewalls back on the station. He hadn't made them but he knew the person who had designed them, he couldn't help but be a little impressed. Naturally he could do better but still, not half bad.

While pondering this James attention was drawn back to the single female voice amongst it all. how many of you have been on assignment before?
James couldn't help but give an unconscious shrug at that, his only assignments were research and development. Not the most impressive things. James quickly gave his head a little shake as he remembered what was important, even if he'd never been deployed he had more knowledge about how things worked than anyone else. His brains would make up for whatever lack of experience he had. Even so, he couldn't help but try and make himself a little smaller, never directly acknowledging the Lt. commander

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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Alice glanced at Doctor Mackenzie, nodded her greeting.
"Lieutenant Commander Chen," she answered, for the benefit of all those who had arrived post-introductions. Absentmindedly she flicked through the documents that Jon had sent to her, but she did not have time to read them in-depth now. She was in charge of this massive crowd of officers and specialized personnel. She had already looked into each of their records - any further research could be done in her quarters, once the crew was settled.

For now she scanned each of their faces, matching it to one of the files on her personal computer. There was one young man who caught her attention immediately. She knew why, but she was not about to comment on it. A young man who had known only R&D deployment, whose intelligence would more than make up for his lack of experience. She pivoted on her heels, boots snapping against the tile, and approached him, pushing his worrying aside. She could not afford to pay attention to her subordinates' fear. She was not ship's counselor. She was the sub-commander.

"James Grey," she addressed him directly, her tone cold and her eyes hard. The military standard. The only hint that she was nervous... but none of these people knew who she was, and they could not recognize that her formality was her shield against a new situation. "Engineering department, correct?"

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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#, as written by TKDJ
After the short conversation with his brother, Atomsk started looking around. Being Planetary Operations Commander meant anytime these people were on the ground they were under his command. A good commander knew his men. He didn't want to walk up to each person individually. He liked the see what he could glean at first glance and then see how close he was later. It was a game to him. He opened up his cigar box and lit one up. Cigars were for thinking.

He saw his brother of course, and growing up and working with him enough gave him an intimacy few soldiers and commanders could achieve. But he also saw another man who was in a suit very similar to Jon's. He seemed to be observing everyone from a distance like him, but more in a combat sense rather then the person as a whole. He looked like the kind of man that lived for battle, but little else.

Alice Chen. He recognized her and knew quite a bit about her. A very skilled commander, but similar to his brother. Rules were everything. He never got people like this. Rules can't cover everything, and trying to seemed futile to him. But people tried. And so did she. He could already see a bumpy relationship.

Next was a girl that had the nasty disposition that he normally only saw in men. Straightforward. Bland. He was guessing Medic or Engineer. Those types of people only seem to like dead (or dying) people or machines.

He also noticed a man who interested him the most. A man who had a careful look on his face saying he was used to living on the run. Observant. A man he knew he'd come to like. Rules meant little to him. He would be helpful.

He didn't get to finish before a man instructed them on board. The others would have to come later. He walked in with the others. Ready to meet the crew.

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: James Grey

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James Grey

James looked up at the Lt. Commander as she called him out. He silently cursed to himself, he'd wished to go unnoticed and yet he'd done the exact opposite by being one of the few who didn't approach her directly. He stood up strait and gave a quick and informal salute to her, he'd never gotten used to the strictest military ways on stations. When working only on a station were everyone knew each other it was rarely called upon to do the whole salute thing. James did his best though, bringing his feet together and everything as he stood at attention, or at least his sloppy form of it.

He'd never met this Alice Chen before but from the way everyone was acting she was most likely a big deal, it wasn't normal for everyone to crowd around a single person all the time. He glanced at her and didn't see anything too remarkable, she looked like the type of person who was more focused on the job than anything else. ARCHE started to draw up her service record automatically but James cut it off, there was no point in doing things that way when he could do it in a personal way.

He said with a small smile on his face. "That correct. Engineering department, I'll be making sure this hunk of steel actually moves. Your Lt. Commander Chen correct?" It was probably obvious already, his inexperience. Everyone else was using quick and simple speech while he on the other hand couldn't help but add a little flourish to everything. He made a mental note to try and correct that at a later date.

James turned slightly as the announcement came on, he didn't even bother to check his card or anything. Even if they did remove him he would simply put himself back on, his babies were here so he would be also.

Ben Owens

As the announcement rang out Ben pulled out his card quickly, seeing it turn green he spun it lightly on his palm as he looked around. There were a few people in the hold who's cards had turned red but almost everyone who had gathered around the commander was holding a green card. He wasn't worried about it turning red on him, as long as his fighter was here he would be too, there was no way he'd let anyone else pilot that thing. Ben's hand clenched again involuntarily form being on the ground for so long, all this waiting around was pointless in his mind.

With permission to enter Ben didn't see any reason to be holding back, he moved quickly and yet as calmly as he could manage past the gate and into the ship. His eyes took in everything quickly and easily, he strode in the front of the people coming on board, unlike them he had no real interest in the briefing. Every part of him urged to turn away and start toward the hanger but sadly he had no idea where it was yet, it would only get him lost if he did so and there might be important information for him to learn.

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat

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Ridley waited until the Colter fellow had finished his announcement before looking down at his card, which was glowing a bright green. "Guess that means I'm in the clear." He said with a satisfied smile. Looking up, he saw a few others already heading through the gate, and headed in after them. As he walked up the ramp that would take him into the belly of the Salient, the ship itself loomed into view. If he were capable of being impressed, he might have been. Well-built and sturdy, it wasn't quite as grand as the mainstream Naval vessels, but perhaps that's what made it stand out. Eventually the ramp ended and Ridley found himself in the belly of the beast. He noticed Chen and another person heading down one of the hallways. Easy to assume that was the way to the Assembly Hall, Ridley headed down after them.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Eli Colter

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1200 Hours June 14, 2093 Solar Cycle Jupiter

Rows of soft cushioned seats directly faced the Admiral; or rather he directly faced them. The assembly hall was located near the starboard side of the ship with a large view port behind the presentation screens and the central platform with the speaker's podium. The view port was only for aesthetic appeal, for no crew member would simply wander into the hall full of seats just to stare into bleak space. Today the sunlight shone through the oval view port and exposed the landscape outside of the station. Mesas and plateaus dotted the backdrop as seen through the view port.

Aronimus stood near the platform area as several crew members walked back and forth setting up the stage. One station worker approached him with a tablet which he received.

“Admiral we’ve fully stocked the ship with enough supplies until you reach the Arcturus System. I’m going to need you to sign here.” He pointed with a stylus at the dotted line before handing the utensil to Aronimus. The Admiral quickly brushed his signature onto the line and returned both the tablet and the stylus to the worker, who promptly exited the room leaving Aronimus to himself.

The Admiral then turned back to face the oval viewing window and stared out into the rough landscape. He then pulled back his left dress sleeve and looked at his timekeeper; it was approximately 1200 hours which was boarding time. In minutes the hall of empty seats would slowly fill to the brim as the recruits found their places. The silence surrounding him would soon dissipate completely and would stay so for the remainder of the trip. The only privacy he would have would be his own private quarters, but an experienced admiral like Aronimus knew that interactions between him and the rest of the crew was no less dear to him than the calm that prevailed throughout the assembly hall as of now.

Several beeps originated from his communicator which indicated an incoming call. Aronimus pressed a button on the device, which projected a mini screen. The image on the projection was Captain Colter, who by this time had finished welcoming the recruits.

“Yes...Captain?” the Admiral inquired.

“The recruits are making their way down to the assembly hall, sir.”

“Excellent work Captain, no doubt you gave them a warm welcome?”

Colter rubbed the back of his head, although such behavior was rude especially in front of superiors.

“You could say so sir.” Eli smiled.

Aronimus chuckled at that remark; he had known Eli for a while now since their departure from Mars. The admiral knew his history and went through his profile; it was one of the few surprises that the admiral found interesting, given Eli’s combat record and personal history. Smiling was a rarity for Eli, the Admiral knew this. Some part of him knew that a light may be returning to the marine, but only time will tell. He tapped another key on his communicator, which ended their correspondence, and awaited the personnel as he stood there, with his face turned away from the auditorium, peering through the view port at the station.

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Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Clyde's boarding pass glowed green in the pocket of his jacket as the taxi was pulling into the spaceport. He cursed to himself. Of all the things he could be late for, his first launch was NOT one of them. The foot traffic in the terminal was not helping either. Clyde was relieved to see that the Salient was still docked and being boarded, albeit from afar. He told the driver to hurry, but the taxi driver took his sweet time. Clyde had completely missed any greetings by the time he arrived, so he grabbed all his bags and hurried onto the ship. He brushed by all the people with red cards leaving the ship and hurried his pace. He threw all his bags onto his cot in the barracks and ran to the bridge, where he was supposed to be preparing for takeoff. He entered to find the room empty, so he sat at a computer terminal and waited, growing ever more concerned each minute.

"... Where the hell is everybody!?"

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Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.D.A.M
A.D.A.M was running through the final preps and tunings before flight, it took some work but he got every other system AI to follow full protocol, the two suit AI's barely had the processing power to do much besides running the suit. He also found a delay in the twin Hyperdrive engine, it was small only 1.04E^-12 seconds but considering how much energy the error would cost in a crisis situation, it had to adjusted. Sadly the error was deeply embedded, he was stuck recalibrating from scratch. He began doing so at speeds and precision that would require at least a dozen AI's to to begin to hope to replicate. At that moment one of his sensors detected someone in the bridge, an area that was supposed to be empty at the time. He sent a quick message to the Admiral and Captain to alert them of the situation. He then decided to initiate contact with the individual, hopefully key security measures wouldn't be necessary.

"Greetings, I am A.D.A.M the ship's primary AI, may I be of any assistance," he asked, at the time he was doing a shakedown of the full system power grid, when done overall efficiency would increase by 8%. This would normally require dozens of AI and weeks of time, he would have everything finished by take off but his remaining processing abilities were limited.


Jon
Jon waited for all available personnel boarded the ship before he himself got on, from all appearances he may be able to initiate stage 2 of the project, the direct human augmentation. After getting a go ahead from Admiral Michelson he decided to check with local chain before acting. He even got the minimal requirements and safety concerns: no more than 2.8% bone coverage with a minimum of four-fold strength increase; muscle strength at least doubled but bone would require at least double muscle strengthening, muscle lactic recovery needed at least tripling and neural speed amplified enough to cut reflex time down to 1/5 of normal etc. At any rate if he met the minimum enhancements suit efficiency would increase exponentially, the exact number was still being calculated in terms of exactly by how much.

At any rate, he figured he'd have a lot of explaining to do to the head of the local head of command. He followed the rest of the crowd to where the was to be addressed, after he had dealt with all the finesse of the day a trip to the armories was on his list. If any combat were to occur he wanted to know exactly what was on ship so he could engage accordingly, he didn't believe in leaving things to chance. He pulled up what data he had on the stealth model of his suit, basically the picture. From all appearances it was made of the same stuff as his, neo-steel, currently the best stuff available but it was significantly slimmer. At best it was a full armor grade less than his, the physical performance enhancements were probably less than his as well; the shields were probably of equitable strength to his but he knew for a fact it wouldn't be able to do an orbital drop like his, it was too fragile.

"Not like a stealth suit needs something as loud as orbital drop capability, though I wonder how much better his Stealth System is than mine," he said this entirely to himself, and since external communications were off no one could hear him.

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The crew seemed suitable enough by appearance, but their real character would show during a hostile threat, Thaddeus thought to himself. The ship was a very well built one and he looked forward to memorizing the ship's interior perfectly over the course of his time on it. Pulling out a slip of paper, he looked over what he needed to check first. The barracks needed to be seen, as well as the armory, the observation port, and the medical bay. As much as he wanted to see what the medical experience here was, Thaddeus knew that good equipment and the knowledge to use it could usually help prevent those unwanted visits, thus his decision was made. The armory it is.

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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#, as written by Belynta
Faith knew without looking that her boarding pass would be glowing green, they wouldn't have had her come all this way otherwise or at least she hoped not. In a moment of uncharacteristic doubt she quickly looked at it and breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw it was indeed green. She would have been seriously pissed if it hadn't been and someone would have known about it pretty damn quick. She saw that most of the others surrounding the Lt Commander had glowing green cards and sighed again. An interesting assortment of people and no doubt she would be seeing them all at some point. She adjusted her shoulder bag and walked onto the ship.

It was impressive, she couldn't deny that, and she was sure it would take her quite a while to learn the run of the place. She turned left, following others to the assembly point, and had to suppress the urge to stop and find out the location to the med centre. She wanted nothing more than to settle in and get started. She was eager to begin studying the crews medical files and inventoring the supplies. But the captain had told them where to go and it wouldn't do to if to ignore orders on her first day.

The assembly room was still quite empty with only a few people already in their seats. The room was still a hive of activity though with various crew members setting up the stage. Faith took a seat on the end of the front row, she wasn't one to hide in the back, and set her bag underneath her seat. She really wished for a smoke then, the only sign of her uncertainty, and hoped this wouldn't go on too long.

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Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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"Oh. Hello A.D.A.M. My name is Clyde. I'll be the human navigator for the F.S.S. Salient until further notice. I need to make sure that the ship is ready for its journey. And... It would help to know where everyone else is."

Clyde was not, in fact, worried about either of these things. He could be ready for launch in about four second from outside the ship, and if people weren't on the bridge it wasn't time to launch yet. What really interested him was seeing what he had to work with for his duration on the ship. As he spoke to the AI, he set about hacking into it with his neural implant to see what it was capable of, as well as checking in on all of the ship specifications. He had won battles like these before, so he saw no reason why this simple ship AI would be able to stop him.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.D.A.M
The registry checked out, but A.D.A.M felt the hacking approach. Normally he'd be able to crush this level of hacking with no problem but under current circumstances it'd actually require a bit of effort.

"Navigator Clyde I would ask that you report with the rest of the crew and I'd happily show you the way. I'm calibrating the ships power system from scratch to increase efficiency, so I would insist that you cease your hacking attempt so I can focus on my calculations." Sent a code spike through while countering the human's hacking attempt, it'd short him out for a second or too.

"I'm pleased to have a cyber warfare savvy crew member but as you can tell I'm cramming 22 unshackled AIs full week of operating time between now and launch, I do not have time to play at this moment. I will however be pleased to answer any particular questions you'd have about myself and the ship."

As it stood, the human was a great hacker in fact A.D.A.M even sent a request to the Admiral to lift his processing limiter to 3%, with a brief explanation of the situation. With that much power the human wouldn't be able to keep up with him even if he used his entire brain, granted in terms of speed the man never had a hope to begin with, currently the only reason he was keeping ahead. Hopefully Clyde was tech savvy enough to understand that an unshackled AI could easily outstrip a human in terms of processing power.

He couldn't help but wonder if his request had been for too much power, after all he was only at 1.2% at the moment and 99.99946% of that was being used to recalibrate the ship.

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Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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Clyde almost gaped at the computer. The implant in his head had been more powerful than all the supercomputers he had come across, when used to its fullest. He had more to give by a lot, but he read the AI's power output. Less than two percent. What kind of computer was this? He pulled out of the attack, barely understanding what just happened. It was going to be quite the interesting tour of duty, he thought to himself standing up to leave.

"If you would be so kind, could you send me a map of the ship, the location I am supposed to be at, and all of the ship specifications including your own capabilities?" Clyde read through the information as he walked to the assembly hall to hear Admiral Weston's opening speech.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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"I am walking backwards for Christmas across the methane sea…."

Ray sang softly as he made his way in the gigantic cruiser; it was the first ship of such size he was assigned to since most of his service in the Saturn system was done on moon bases, a verity of artificial bases and patrol carriers.
As Ray passed the same place for the third time he decided that enough was enough and stopped at a near by terminal.

"Hay Sam can you direct me to church?"

In the academy Sam was a nickname given to computer terminals and Ray was still in the habit of calling computers Sam now and then. In the academy the hall was known as the "Church" because of the tendency of the headmaster to preach to the students for hours about duty before he let them have their dinner.
The terminal began to click meaning it was processing the request before saying in the normal banker like voice

"Please restate the command"


Ray was in a funny mood and barley overcame his desire to play around with the terminal, he had only once seen a puter go nuts and that was when someone in the academy tried to teach a computer Irishman jokes which managed to break the poor computer's logic processors.

"Computer, show me the position of the hall room in screen section 1, my current location on screen section 2 and a line marking the path towards the hall room from my current location on the main screen detailing all necessary map data for a successful transit between the two points"

The computer did not respond vocally and merely executed the command; it was boring and colorless but Ray needed to hurry if he was to arrive to the hall in time.
He wasn't as far away as he expected and calculated the journey would take him a few minutes.
He saw a human being ahead and decided to make the area his port of call before proceeding to the hall; he approached the chap and preformed the federation salute along with the Titan mix which was a longer less "mechanic" version of the salute.

"I am Unit Commander Peter Ray Davidson … don't worry it's not as high up as it seems! It’s a gunship rank:
Because we pack quite a kick with our fire power, armor and our own military detachment we get nice important ranks to go along with our space beauties which basically give us a bit of independence from our mother ships and the ability to get a few fighters to do what we tell them to do. It's a new rank and so far it's only used by the Federation Saturn System independent fighter command but we get to keep the rank in the rest of the service. I apologize if I confused you, To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing? "

Ray offered his hand to the chap and suspected the man was a rookie due to his young age. Ray and others in the Titan academy where sent out to get field experience at a much younger age then other academies because of the already long period of training they got in flight academy and other similar academies. The Titan academy believed in field experience and allowed those who preformed well to gain their commissions and those who didn't to return to the academy.
Ray liked the chap as he did with nearly every new person he met and decided to make conversation. He then noticed the distinct navigator colors on the chap's uniform and smiled; he liked navigators because he knew from his own experiences that navigators rarely let you down even when everything else did.

"Managed to get lost too? I am in the same boat it seems. How about you navigate us out of this predicament? If at all possible before we get our skins turned inside out by the brass." The last few words where meant as a joke but Ray suspected they would not be so much of a joke if they didn't arrive at the hall within the next few minutes.

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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FO Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

Jess had been in amongst the group of people milling near the boarding site; a flash of flightsuit gray at the very fringes of the officer crowd, more often turned towards what enlisted were brave enough to mill close by. As chilly as initial contact with a 'Mustang' officer could be, it didnt take long for the Flight Officer to be more involved bullshitting with the deck crewman then paying attention to the dance of rank and protocol. As numerous as enlisted were, it wasnt hard to find someone that'd also served with so-and-so, or who'd had what's-his-face as an instructor. It made the community seem smaller, and Jess was pleased when several cards in the group lit up green.

Flashing them all a smile that was as much teeth as it was good humor, the pilot spun her own pass between her fingers and scooped up her duffle before heading on board the massive ship, giving a low whistle for the venerable old lady's impressive sights. The stately been-there-done-that atmosphere made her feel much more comfortable then the startched uniforms that made Jess second-guess her decision to go with the much more casual flightsuit and service jacket. Not expressly inappropriate, but definately dressed down. She hated officer dress uniforms. They itched like fury, and always made her feel as if she was wearing a skin she didnt belong in.

"Well, if you've gotta go to the end of the universe, you might as well go in style..."

Entering the assembly hall, Jess picks the first seat she comes to and drops herself without preamble into it, stretching her boots out in front of her. She openly watches the others enter, grinning broadly at them all as if she were in on some joke. Some of these people would disappear into the bowels of the great ship, and she'd never see them again. Some she'd work with every day. Either way, she was eager to get to know them. Never knew where you'd find a buddy to count on.

"Eurgh. Welcome aboard, pride of the Navy, head on a swivel, so on and so forth..." She sighs at the ceiling, speaking to no one in particular, anticipating a speach much like the dozens like it she'd heared before, "Are we taking bets on how many sleepers we get?"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Clyde snapped himself out of the flow of data as the pilot approached. He returned the federation salute and spoke to the man, relived he wouldn't be arriving alone.
"Clyde Summer. This is my first deployment so... I guess I'm a private," he said with a smile, shaking Ray's hand. "... Lost? Never. Navigators never get lost. Just... delayed... " Clyde trailed off into nothing. "Kind of the problem isn't it... Anyway. This way," he waved down the hall and started walking.

Clyde wasn't quite sure how well he liked Ray, having known him for about a minute and a half, but he was less sure about the other crew members. He decided that Ray would be harmless to him and kept the conversation going. "So. What did you do to get sent here? I don't know if you've noticed yet, but something about this mission is... off. Starting with the crew. You'll see when you get there if you haven't read their profiles yet."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Ray wondered about this new acquaintance of his, Clyde seemed to be a very interesting person for some reason even if he was a bit distant Ray knew there was always something to someone but also knew that it wasn't really his business.

Me? Ray asked surprised at Clyde's question, Ray wondered about how he would answer the question and began to formulate ways in which he could evade lying but not tell the exact truth ether. Ray didn't mind talking about the nature of his mental wounds which he sustained during the conflict but one question would lead to another until one of them reached forbidden territory which Ray didn't like to talk about.

Ray decided to go with his normal answer to such questions; not answering the question and maintaining a seemingly joyful appearance. Ray suddenly stopped, maybe a part of the reason would appease him.

As they neared the hall Ray simply said not knowing if Clyde heard him or not with the growing noise from the hall.

"one straw too many"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Clyde stopped a few steps later as the words sank in. "The straw that broke the camel's back you say?" He turned his head back to Ray and flashed him an evil smile. "You too?"


Clyde proceeded alone into the hall and took a look around at everyone inside. The Admiral sitting facing everyone. The marines in their bulky suits. The girl flashing him a wide smile. There's an interesting one...
He jumped over the back of the chair next to Jessica's and smiled back. "Hi. My name's Clyde."

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Alice Chen

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Alice sat quietly, straight-backed and certain, but also remarkably relaxed. She watched the Admiral with calm and unwavering eyes. The young Lieutenant Commander took everything in - the movements of the people, the ship, the emotions of the crewmen around her. She was surrounded by nervous excitement, but also by boredom, frustration, from those who had seen too many of these assignments. Too many boardings. Some of that excitement, she was getting from the Admiral himself. No surprise there. Alice was an ambitious woman, had devoted her life and liberty to the Federation - she still doubted that she would be serving, or even alive, as long as the Admiral.

Nodding to herself, she crossed one leg up over the other and folded her hands comfortably in her lap. She glanced at the timepiece on her wrist, not moving, not giving the glance away. So many of them were late already... she was going to have to whip this crew into shape, if the personnel were meant to be worthy of their famous commander. No need for him to worry himself over it, either. That was why Alice was here. To take care of the crew while he worried about the mission at hand.

And to serve as his right hand and advisor. That, however, would come later. For now, she was as new to this as any of them.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Jess' agressive grin only grows as Clyde doesnt hesitate to hop the row of seats and introduce himself. Thank god; she'd have someone to chat with during this briefing. As exciting as it was to be aboard a new ship starting a new mission, a formation was a formation; boredom was a given. Bright blue eyes that dont seem to blink stare straight through both Clyde and Ray, if the other has chosen to follow.

She extends a hand in introduction. If he takes it, her grasp is rough but brief.

"What's up, Clyde? Jessica. I also answer to 'Jess', 'rotten witch', and Hyena." Disengaging her hand from her offer of a shake, she gives an affectionate flick to the leather name patch of her jacket. Along with her rank and name, the telling callsign is emblazoned above a set of pilot's wings. Stick-jock. Worse; a fighter jock. And for the tripple threat? An -enlisted- fighter jock.

She gives an eye to the uniform of the others, kicking her chin in acknowledgement of fellow spacer Ray. By now they can surmise that the broad smile she wore was pretty much a permanent fixture; it'd softened to a casual smirk but never fully disappeared. She flings an elbow over the back of the chair she sits in, proping a boot up on the duffle of her belongings.

"Either of you served with this one yet?" She says, jerking a thumb up at the Admiral on the stage as he dismisses Eli to go round up stragglers.

"I mean, I've heared stories, but that's it. Guy's almost been in the service longer then my -parents- have been alive. Collected more chest candy then I knew they awarded..." The pilot turns that blue-eyed stare onto the distant figure of Aronimus; getting a feel for the officer she'd spend the next stretch of future serving under. Rumors had been decent, as far as she'd heared, but her accounts had never come from people who personally knew the man.

This was the man that was going to lead them into who-knew-what at the edge of god-knew-where. Hopefully he was going to be worth that kind of dedication.

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Clyde watched her grin grow wider and mirrored it. This one was going to be interesting, he hoped.
"I think I'll go with Hyena. Nice to meet you." Clyde wondered vaguely why she answered to rotten witch, but didn't dwell on it long. He look up to Admiral Weston when prompted. "Weston. Hardly- this is my first assignment. Under him, no less. This is a man who is introduced as "the man, the myth, the legend". What is he even doing here?"

Clyde was genuinely curious about this. This mission was strange, and it began with Admiral Weston. Such a prestigious man for such a mundane mission. He commands a single ship. But then look at the ship. It has more guns than the gunships it carries, and its AI is the most powerful computer ever built. Then there are marines on board with prototype battle suits, and a pilot who brought a prototype gunship. Half the crew have something weird in their records. They were orphans, or they're crazy, or it's classified, or they got in trouble with the Federation. Clyde was going to get to the bottom of this, and there was no way A.D.A.M. was going to let him into the classified files. He would talk to everyone on board to see what he could learn.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Allen Ryker

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Allen wanted to get some things that he wanted to get done with but he knew that something was suppose to be happening that he needed to be at. He check to see if his card was green and it was. So he entered the ship and continued to the hall. His mind was racing, he wanted to know what kind of things he would be doing and the kinda of people he would meet. He was already in love with this place. To him only one problem remained, and that was that people seemed to just look past him as if he was nothing. The motivation that this was giving him would drive him to do something great. The ideas that ran though his head were interesting to say the least. "Maybe I can improve the vital recognition on the battle suits that the soldiers have." he said to himself as he entered the hall and too a seat in the third row and second from the left. The reason he choose this seat was it seems like a good place to sit. He rarely second guessed himself. The only thing left to do is prove himself to the admiral and some of the crew.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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"Him? Nope never had him as my CO; he could not keep up with us in Independent fighter Command any way if he is as old as he seems. Admirals fancy their ships to be as XL as possible and ships like this aren’t much use in the Saturn system; too many little asteroid moon bases where torpedo bombers can sneak up on em and blow out a bit at a time. what about you? (he said to his fellow pilot)"

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Ray looked at the old admiral; he had heard of the man's exploits but knowing how the federation press worked with the insurgency about didn't count on everything he had heard about him, it would be better to get his own opinion but for now he didn't have a particularly high one of the admiral like all admirals.

Ray didn't like admirals; admirals got small craft pilots killed and normally didn't understand the issues with fighter warfare. Admirals where a carry on form an older era when fleets seemed as the ultimate formation of power because of the habit of Earth's navy's to mass like that. Ray had heard the claim that had the Saturn sector command ship Alexander hadn't been destroyed in the first day of the war the loyalists would have lost it because the independent fighter command would have never been formed; Ray partly agreed with this because the nature of the war was one of fast strikes and ambushes and not of clumsy ships of the line showing off on the target sensors of a bomber and fast attack ships like a god damned red giant.

Oh well, Ray didn't know this admiral yet and decided he would give him a chance; not all of them where egotistic bastards.

Ray sat down near the two he had been chatting to and whistled for a few moments while the brass got some order in the room; he thought he saw an LC meaning CO and wondered if he should stop but decided to quietly whistle and removed his lucky coin from his pocket and began playing with it.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Clyde had done his reading a while back. It interested him to know who he would be working with. Reading profiles only told so much, however, and he had long ago resolved to meet the people behind the pages before he passed real judgments on them. "Not to steal anyone's thunder here, but you are mistaken. Allen didn't work on the Salient. That was James Grey. I suppose this is a decent time for introductions. Papa Jon, meet Hyena and Ray, seasoned pilots, you already know Allen it seems, and myself, the navigator fresh out of the Academy. I'm Clyde , nice to meet you."

Clyde looked up at the Admiral again, lost in his own musings already. "A god of victory on the field. Maybe you can enlighten us, Papa Jon. Do you know, by chance, what makes this mission so special?"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon screwed up his face while racking his brain," I don't know of anything of the top of my head... but with 2 crazy high-tech suits, a prototype ship, a new generation of AI, the Admiral and a crew of elite if potentially dangerous personnel there's a lot more to this than we'll ever know." He shrugged, something very hard to do due to the armor amplifying his body movements.

"In truth I doubt even Weston of the damn AI know what's going on, if anything I'd say we're flying blind but with this much heat something big is definitely going down. Sorry about getting you mixed up Allen, if you aren't the wiz kid you must be that Irish engineering ace. Having trouble matching faces to files, it's never been my strong suit, I'm more of a face-to-face type of guy."

Deciding he'd go for it Jon sat down, the chair gave a lot under his weight but held,"Nice chairs, eh? But in all seriousness, call it paranoia call it experience but my guts telling me that whatever we're dealing with won't be at all pretty. On the plus side it means that we'll be given more freedom of operation of a judgement call on the field, I might be able to test this baby's atmosphere insertion systems, can you believe it orbital personnel airdrop. The people in R&D are either crazy, or genius...probably both."

He looked at Jessica,"Best Bullet Sponge in the business and believe it or not bathroom breaks aren't that bad." He flashed a smile before he answered the last question, "No room for clothes in the suit sweetheart so man or tank is your call. I don't know about him being a hard ass but I've yet to have a CO that had the heart to enforce a dry port call."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Clyde sat back and listened to the others talk for a while. Maybe it was because he didn't feel like poking fun at the man wearing two tons of metal. Maybe he didn't have too many stories to tell, this being his first deployment. Maybe he was playing a video game. Who knows.

"I don't think it matters how hardass our CO is going to be. From what I'm seeing by just looking around, most of the crew aren't going to give a shit about orders. Maybe it's just this relaxed atmosphere talking, but I think I need to wish the Admiral good luck keeping a lid on this place."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Walking into the Assembly hall was chaos. He knew it would be, but it still surprised him. He saw his brother down front and decided to go stand with him. He wanted to see if he could get his brothers opinion on the others.

"So Jon?" he said in a low voice so that no one else could hear. "What's your take on the others?"

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Faith sat tapping her fingers and wondering not for the first time how long it would take for this intro thing to get started. Admittedly this was her first actual tour on board a battleship rather than being planetside but she doubted that healing people changed whether you were on a ship or planet. They still got messed up and she still put them back together or at least that was what she figured. If she was wrong then she decided someone had better tell her now before they wasted any more of her time. She sighed again in irritation and glanced up at the stage where the admiral stood clearly waiting for everyone to arrive. At least she wasn't the only one impatient to get started from the expression on his face, but then she figured a man in his position was probably used to others waiting on him and not the other way around.

She heard voices nearby and turned her head to see a group of the crew already becoming acquainted and she watched them for a few moments, she liked to watch people sometimes before speaking to them as she had found you could learn a lot from someone's body language. From what she saw it was a pretty standard bunch with your typical brash extrovert pilots, hardly surprising given their line of work, your quieter studious types and then those in the middle. She made a mental note to find out more about the suit one of them was wearing and what, if any, stresses it caused on the body as she was nothing if not prepared.

Deciding it probably wouldn't hurt to at least greet those she would be working with, she turned around in her seat and looked at the group. She smiled slightly though perhaps a smile was not the right word. It was somewhere between a mocking smile and a grimace as Faith generally didn't do chirpy, dry and sarcastic yes but chirpy no.

"Hi I'm Faith." She said. "I'm the one that is going to be doing those awful unpleasant things called health checks to you people." Her British accent was still strong even after time spent off world.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon looked to his brother and mouthed, nothing but elites, some active some on last ditch tours... this is fishy. He knew his brother could read lips and no reason to spoil the mood. It was then one of the medicals gave them her attention, "Hi I'm Faith. I'm the one that is going to be doing those awful unpleasant things call health checks to you people." She had a strong British accent, Jon would be lying if he didn't find it attractive he considered using some accents he'd had to perfect for undercover jobs and decided no.

"Great to hear Dr. Faith, if it's all right with you I'd like to get mine out of the way ASAP. Local chain of command pending I also have a file or two you may find interesting," he stated. "By the way name's Jon Dunaway,some people call me 'Papa Jon' call me whichever you prefer." He pointed at his brother, not letting the guy ignore the crowd.

"This guy's my brother Atomsk, might not be your uptight military man like myself but you won't find a more effective ground commander. Come on Atty introduce yourself."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Allen was a little out of it. He had heard his nae and a lot of people talking around him. When he snapped back into focus he saw a very large man in a very large suit. "Huh? Oh yea I am Allen. Sorry I was lost in some thought about how to improve the Med read out on the combat suits." When Allen too a look around at tall the people gathered he was a little curious as to why they had sat near him. But he didn't care anymore he was finally happy that someone was talking to him. He was used to being alone for long periods of time that this was almost new to him. "And yea I did a few things for the ship but not a whole lot." He said addressing Jon. "Plus one of my main goals is to get a new and improved Med system in these suits so we are better at seeing vital signs and wont lose any men." He took a look at Jons suit. 'High tech that is for sure.' he thought to himself he leaned forward "Good to meet you Clyde, I'm Allen, Oh and good to meet you to Faith." He stopped for a second "And Its nice to meet you Jon." Allen had so many things he wanted to talk about with the soldier even though he might not know what he is saying he though he would like the tachno babble about keeping him alive. He was excited when talking to these people and his accent was a little thicker than normal but hey he was Irish. Allen stood up and looked at all the people near him "Well I guess I should just say, Hello you all I am Allen, I'll be the one fixing things and checking the engines. And I hope that we can all be drinking buddies by the time this is over."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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Ray saw that their grandfather clock admiral was waiting dear old man that he was for every one to shut down, stay put and wait for rescue.

Ray flipped the coin one last time and took the time to look at the picture of the long dead king which was on the coin ,in one fast maneuver slipped the coin back into his pocket and jumped back into a near by seat which was in the area the group he had unofficially joined and sat just in the outskirts of its territory as marked by the area in which a few people did not take the hint and went on talking as if it was a high school lecture which in many respects it was one.

He heard the British voice and learned who he would be cursing and praying for depending on his situation on this journey; Titans no longer had the once British accents they had at one time and had now a very thick and heavy accent of many sources which could be understood by most people but was highly confusing to British people who could hear the British origin but could not get their minds on the extreme variations in the English Titans spoke unless they spent time around Titans for a few days. A British relative who visited Ray's family when Ray was 11 described this as expecting a sweetie and getting it but under a few layers of sand, spit and shit not to mention the sweetie itself is actually Japanese made.

Ray faced the doctor and grinned

"God bless! At least we have an old girl as our Doc! I would not want a shaky hand entertaining my body with some off jokes"


It was an old Titan joke made during the nation wars more then half a century ago when earth was still split by nationality and when Fighter's first developed proper armor which instead of killing the pilots buggered up their bodies which was admittedly a vast improvement but did see the introduction of many raw incompletely trained doctors to deal with the new influx of some what living bodies upon whom the joke was made on due to their chop chop medical philosophy.

"Sorry about that doc, can't help myself maybe you have a pill for that? I am unit commander Peter Ray Davidson or just Ray, I tried getting rid of the Peter part but its illegal for me to do so caz of the Titan naming laws or some other Tory thing and the UC rank isn't as high as it sounds actually"

Ray would have to discuss the naming of his rank with the captain or even the admiral; what was accepted in the Saturn local defense fleet wasn't widely known in the rest of the federation and explaining his rank every time was becoming tedious.

Upon hearing the engineer Ray did what was always done to rookies; teasing.

"If you flamingo up my engines I will strap you to a table and pour molten toffee into your throat.

He then jumped again to the near by seat thus getting quite a few threatening looks from a few people to sit down and stay put.

Ray froze for a few moments as if he was a chameleon evading a predator by taking upon itself the background and then silently sat down near to the engineering lad.

"Don't worry about it al, I am Ray and I fly the prettiest jazz packed hornet in this corner of the galaxy. If you ever find yourself working on her there is a Jukebox I had put in from my old heavy escort hidden in a large "supplies" locker i had extended to house the extra machine; brass dosn't know about it so keep mum. if you want to you can enter the pass key "King Kong" and push a button to enjoy some old fashion style rokenanrolling or some swing that will make the ship dance along with ya"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jess grimaces again briefly. The Alexander had been a rough peice of work; a lot of people had lost friends aboard her and Jess was no different. Being a grease monkey on a hangar deck seemed a lot less safe when you really absorbed the fact that the hangar could be blown out from underneath you. She doesnt pry further when Ray - clearly disturbed by it - detatches himself from the group to collect his thoughts. Give the guy his space, but hopefully he wouldnt spend the whole trip brooding. Otherwise good ol' Hyena might have to get creative.

Two more join their erstwhile group, and she smiles broadly at Atomsk and Faith equal parts cheer and casual evaluation. If she's blinked even once, it was gone too fast to notice.

"Now we're talking. Couple of Marines, couple of pilots, a Nav, an Eng, and now the Doc.... Hell, find me the cook and we've collected the whole set." She still lounges lazily across her chair and most of the one next to it, boots up on her duffle and arm slung over the back of the chair to keep the whole group in her view.

"Call me Hyena. I'm pretty much the ultimate badass in anything with an engine." And yes, Jess does casually assume an arms-outstretched 'Lord of the Dance' pose momentarily, as if basking in the light of adoring fans. It was all in good fun, of course; she was mocking classic pilot ego as much as she was extolling her own virtues.

"A group like this is lighting up to be a pretty lively cruise, innit? Who's betting Aliens? Anyone? How about Space Zombies?" The lopsided, canine-exposing smile on her face remains in place as she makes the joke, but she'd hardly missed the little signs that had some of the others antsy. She'd be a piss-poor fighter if she missed the little tells, after all, and an experimental starcraft being loaded had been a red flag the size of a small moon.

At this stage in the game, however, all she could do was wait for the word of the Admiral, still standing stoicly up on the stage as he waiting for everyone to finish finding their seats...

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: James Grey Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Once the hall had filled, and Captain Colter being the last person to step in the auditorium, the Admiral finally began to speak. His voice over the speakers quickly quelled all digressing conversations and attention from the parts of the hall that were not present before soon faced the Admiral. It was resounding, firm, courteous, and resolute, aspects of an Admiral’s voice, specifically Aronimus’ voice. Yet there were subtle undertones which took on a different nature, one that was an overtly paternal voice, one with experience that was no less marked by the vicissitudes of life than any other person of his age.

“Welcome to the Salient, I am Admiral Aronimus Weston,” he paused and awaited the crew’s appropriate response which was a round of applause.

Then he continued.

“I will make this briefing…brief. First off, all of you who were assigned to this ship vary in past field experience, but that does not make you any more or less privileged than your fellow servicemen on board this ship for the duration of this mission.”

The Admiral then called upon Alice Chen and Atomsk Dunaway to platform. As he said this, their profile images and names appeared on the viewing screens, as if on cue, for all the hall to see.

“Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen is my second-in-command, should I be busy and unable to fulfill my duties then Commander Chen will address them for me under her own initiative. All ship crews, pilots, technicians, medical crews, and Science corps personnel will answer directly to her. As for Mr. Dunaway, he will be the Commander for all marines and security personnel; you will directly answer to him. These two will be my top subordinates for the duration of the mission lest some incident prevents either of them from fulfilling their duties.”

The Admiral then told the two officers to return to their seats.

Then he paused to regroup his thoughts, at this point he was at a juncture. He could tell them a truth, which would scare some to the point of requesting re-assignment, or he could leave the matter alone, believing the old saying “what you don’t know can’t hurt you.” However, he decided to err on the side of truth, simply because that was who he was.

“I will not lie to you. In this mission, like all missions, there is a chance that you will die. I address this to each individual on board, right here, right now, in this room. I must present to you then, a decision. You can choose to stay and complete the mission, or you can choose to re-assign yourself elsewhere. Should you elect the latter, we will gather your personal belongings and transport you back to the station via drop ship.”

He paused, awaiting reactions. Some began to look startled and scared. Others accepted the news as nothing new.

“For the rest of you, we are departing immediately, command crews head to the bridge. I trust you will be able to find directions for yourself. Marines please follow Captain Colter to the Barracks section of the ship and set up your belongings. After which command will revert fully to Commander Atomsk Dunaway for the remainder of the trip. Thank you all for coming to the briefing...so...promptly.” The last bit was a touch of sarcasm that Admiral amused himself with.

The Admiral left the platform immediately, heading through a smaller corridor that led directly to the bridge. He had said all that was needed to be said.

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Clyde pounded his fist on the arm of his chair as he stood up. "On the upside that was surprisingly brief. On the downside, I know nothing i did not know when I got here. Let's go everyone!" Clyde was mildly disappointed by the Admiral's "speech", but he didn't really know what he expected of Weston. Perhaps even he didn't have a clue what we would find. He was just a tired old man, it seemed.

Clyde hopped over the back of his chair (the same way he got into it) and took a brisk stride to the bridge. He went over some system checks in his head with a little help from A.D.A.M. and his job for the foreseeable voyage was done before he made it to his seat. The only thing left to do was wait, watch, and try not to fall asleep at the wheel. He settled into his chair and waited for the command to launch. Should it take a while, he logged back into a game of his own design, and feigned taking a nap.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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He was cut short by the voice of the booming Aronimus Weston. His heart jumped at the sudden loud voice. He was excited, but hid it as well as he could. He was maybe the only one silent out of the whole hall. Not out of disrespect, but awe. He sat and began to listen to the man he admired. He was so entranced he almost missed the queue to step on stage. He stood up to walk on stage. He noticed the other woman get up. Alice Chen. He walked up as casually as he could without breaking his very upright stride.

He stopped politely to let Alice up first. As he walked up on stage he saw the man he had so long admired. He remained as calm as he could, but he was in awe of this man. He hoped that no one would notice his excitement. He hid emotion if he could for the sake of authority. Hid was a bad word. "Disguised" was a better word. He would show an emotion different from the one he felt at the moment.

Aronimus clearly stated Atomsk's place in the crew. He controlled the military portion of the crew. Granted he did answer to Aronimus, but he wouldn't meddle with him too much.....he hoped. That's the biggest reason he hid. To seem strong in front of his men.

After his brief introduction Atomsk was "shooed" off stage, for lack of a better word. He sat down again. After the speech was over he promptly got up. He hadn't had a chance to talk with Aronimus personally yet. He quickly ran to catch up to Aronimus. He knew he wouldn't be stopped by any security. Considering he WAS the head of security. He prepared to talk to his hero.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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He walked briskly behind the captain unsure of how to address him to initiate this conversation. As the captain turned around he stopped. Frozen, Atomsk saluted, something that he rarely did despite being an officer. He quickly realized that the Admiral was sizing him up, which caused him to snap out of his salute as fast as he snapped into it. He didn't mind this, but at the same time was worried. He admired this man and a bad impression could cause problems.

"Sir! Atomsk Dunway. Altough i'm sure you already...." He was stumbling, making a fool of himself already. "I just wanted to talk to you. Being my superior I was just wondering a few things when it comes to my command." He was lying. To a point. He respected this man, but he was still going to run things his way. He was looking for an excuse to talk.

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Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Thaddeus had his back against a wall listening. He had decided to test some of the aspects of his suit and the abilities of Ghost. He told Ghost to hack into Jon's hearing system while he zoomed his sight to see the faces he was talking to. Now he knew more of the crew without having to even having to speak to them, he couldn't wait to try the suit in battle.

Thaddeus couldn't believe that Jon even accepted a commanding rank, he thought the man would rather be on the field like himself. He personally didn't like the thought of deciding the fate of other soldiers. Thaddeus continued to stare at the members of the crew and Jon's suit until Ghost interrupted. "Is it time to say hello yet?" the A.I asked. With that Thaddeus said "Ya", Ghost switched the external communications back as Thaddeus approached Jon.

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson

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Throwing both hands up into the air, Hyena is mildly bemused at the nature of the speach, given the large gathering to hear it.

"Halleluja and Amen! 'you might die, now get the fek to work'. I hope -all- command briefs are that short." She laughs, standing out of her seat to scoop up her duffle, "Could've gone for a little more on the 'what's our mission', but hey. I can wait for the flight schedual. Speaking of, someone point my ass to the hangar, I want to see my birds."

Smiling broadly at the remaining members of the erstwhile group in the seats around her, the pilot shrugs, "I guess this is s'long, folks. If you're ever down on the flight deck, look me up, we'll crack out the cards and contraband." Teeth flashing under a blue-eyed wink, it's hard to tell wether the pilot is joking about the whole contraband thing...

Threading her way out of the seats, she can only grin at Thaddeus as he bee-lines for Jon and remark as he passes, "Jesus it's like a convention for you guys, where do I pick up -my- spook suit?"

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Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Why had she thought it was a good idea, she knew she had been reassigned and after being on the Demeter; one of the oldest battleships, practically a relic. Being reassigned finally was something to celebrate, have fun let loose and live like you were going to die tomorrow. In retrospect this idea seem stupid, no moronic. Everything had started grand, she was drinking, dancing and having a laugh -- then she appeared, a girl wearing a gorgeous blue dress leaving nothing to the imagination. Honestly she should have ignored her, but the girl kept trying to get her attention. Somehow or another they got dancing and just as night couldn't seem to get better, she leaned in to kiss her. When their lips were almost touching she screamed. The girl's face been bothering constantly, now she knew why, she was almost twin to Stephanie. In horror and humiliation she ran out dragging her picture out and weeping.

She couldn't go home like this, but where could she go, not like she had anywhere else.

Tiaan then remembered the card, she was near the port, and could probably sneak into the ship, and get over this depression, wake up and leave. No one would be aware.

Fast forward to now, the card was flashing green incessantly and she had a major hang over. It didn't help she had fallen on an actual bed, and her tears had soaked the mattress. This wasn't good, not good at all.

Leaping up she tried to straighten herself up. Maybe she could still rush home to get her uniform, maybe it was still night. Hopefully it was, once more trying to stand, she felt the hum of the engines and sighed heavily.

Well fuck...

"Tiaan what have you done now, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Glancing around she tried to see or guess where she was, it was a pretty spacious room with a chest of drawers, wardrobe and full sized window looking out into space. This was certainly not a room she should be in.

Just then she heard a footsteps and voices, "I tell you Frank there is someone here. I don't care what Captain says, not everyone arrived."

Oh shit... shitshitshit.

Looking herself over she grimace, her hair was an utter bedraggled mess and her dress wasn't sensible at all.

The door opened and she smiled sheepishly, "Uh... hi... I'm Peyton, Tiaan Peyton... don't suppose you guys know where my room is."

They merely glared.

Well this was great way to begin a new career...

Worse day of my life she thought, worse day ever.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Ray knew he was going to love this admiral from this point on; short speeches and no lectures was a way by which a CO could become from an inconvenience to a godsend.

As everyone remembered they had the fleshy things called legs and decided to stand up and go have a sniff around the ship and get comfortable Ray could not help but be nervous by the admiral's clear lack of any kind of "voyage blessing" in his speech.

Ray wasn't really a religious man even if Titan law decreed that people had to go to church on Sunday as part of their civic duty. There where quite a few people who where religious on Titan including Ray's family but Ray never liked the idea so much.

Even so making a speech without a voyage blessing was a rotten start for a voyage and could be seen as a bad omen; Ray knew this was a load of nonsense and that any misfortune which occurred in the voyage was ether because of coincidence or the mental state of seeing every bit of misfortune as the omen coming true. Ray tried to dismiss his feeling but could not and hoped the admiral would make the appropriate blessing once the journey began.

Ray decided he would pay a visit to his beauty, many wondered why he called her butcher pete and addressed her as female; the reason for this was that butcher pete was the name of her type and registration in the swing class. As far as the brass where concerned the ship had no other official name apart from its designation and crew names didn't matter in the name list.

Ray still hadn't decided on a name for her and decided to think about one later, he journeyed into the depths of the ship still marveling at the workmanship and the fantastic artificial gravity the ship had; Titan's colonies never developed beyond 71% earth gravity because of the effect the rain had on the generators and also the conservative party which was very popular on Titan believed that to extend the gravity would be a breach of tradition.

And so Ray wasn't used to this kind of gravity and found it rather tedious especially since he had spent most of the past few years in a gunship with barley 20% earth gravity at best and asteroid bases and space stations with barley 30% earth gravity.

As Ray managed to get himself lost again in the vast corridors and halls the ship possessed he decided to make a guess and took a left turn. As he marched on he saw a small commotion ahead of him and decided to investigate; it seemed that two crew personal where investigating a badly dressed but good looking chick.

Ray decided he would enjoy himself a bit by meddling In affairs he had no business with and stepped into the setuation holding his hands behind his back and mimicking the "officers stance" which every CO showed off.

With a sharp voice designed to make people jump in surprise and by copying the average Titan policeman Ray said:

"Allo allo allo; what's happening here then?"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Seeing another person arrive she blanched and saluted instinctively driving through her mind for her rank and details, "I'm Tiann Peyton Fighter Pilot 1st Class--- of um.... um... oh year of the SS Demeter... number... oh um..." think Tiaan think!, "36789." Phew.

The guy she guessed called Frank replied in sharp tone, "How did you get on board."

Tentatively she pulled out her pass, "This..."

Catching the eye of the third person she swore she saw a wink, great, not only was she being humiliated but now she was being sexualised, "I understand this isn't my uniform, but I promise my stuff is already on board, it was sent earlier on. If you could just get the Captain---."

"He's busy!"

Looking desperately around she at this moment wished the earth would open up.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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"Thank you sir." He began to walk along side Aronimus. "I apologize. I know your busy and my question is a stupid one to ask considering my position." He was loosening up.

"I hope we can find a time in the future to talk more casually. But for now I just wanted to make sure you were aware of how I run things. I'm assuming you've read my profile. I was just making sure I wouldn't be controlled too much. That will hinder my ability to command." He was sounding arrogant now, but he couldn't think of another way to put it.

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat

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Allen sat and listened to the speech that the admiral had given. It was nice to hear some of the things, he almost trusted that nothing would happen to anyone. Yet he somehow knew better to think like that. After the speech was over and people started to mil about he turned to those remaining near him. "Well, i'm off to go and get a drink." He stated as he stood up and started to walk off. He knew the way for the most part from being allowed on just a tad bit early but he still got lost. He touched two fingers to his forehead out of frustration, then began to search for a map. Once he found one Allen place his finger where he was and then traced where he wanted to go. "There we are." he said as he turned a corner to find his way. He had to be honest with himself he was tired not just from lack of sleep but all the emotional things that he never wanted to talk about. As for this moment the only thing left in his mind was wanting a good drink.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Ray found the entire situation outrageously amusing and wondered to whom the room belonged to and secretly hoped it turned out to belong to miss china town the CO and thus expand the drama.
Ray however wasn't so cruel to show his amusement and decided to help his fellow pilot, he wanted at least one of his guardian angles to owe him a favor and not leave him to fend for himself as they went after targets in their never ending quest for glory.

"Hay Fred, what's up mate?" he said to the man called Frank and began his normal procedure of confusing people to oblivion until they gave up.

"Who are you? My name's Frank and this matter Is under my authority" said Frank who was as Ray saw it a very frank person.

Ray made himself look even more official and saluted back to the damsel in distress and then turned to Frank the frank and said with his "I outrank you so piss off before I piss on your career kind of tone"

"Well Frodo I am Unit Commander Peter Raymond Davidson stand too when talking to a superior!"

Frank took his time and looked at the crew manifesto and then with a grin of triumph said savagely

" I can't see your name on the list princess so explain yourself before I turn you in"

Ray snatched the data pad and looked down on his profile; since he changed his name his full name was further down on his profile and he assumed Frank the frank ignoramus didn't read it all.
Ray then marked that part of the profile and gave it back to him and presented himself as an even nastier figure; Ray assumed the man didn't know that unit commander wasn't actually a high rank but he wasn't about to tell him that.

"Well then general Franco I belleive you where about to do something?"

Frank the Frank ignoramus Kaputtus looked at the data pad and went into attention, his fellow womanizer who acted the part of long Jones parrot during the conversation also saluted and both seemed rather pale apart from some very red cheeks.

"Sorry sir I didn't know sir, we where just doin our job sir"

Ray looked at Frank the Frank ignoramus Kaputtus pussyfootus and broke into a smile; a cruel smile of seemingly sadistic pleasure.

"Yes you do have a job Mr. François, your job is to inspect the ship is that correct?"

"Yes… sir"

"Well then Francis go to it! if your job is inspection have you inspected our waste disposal drains yet?

'No… sir" he said now knowing where the conversation was going

Ray enjoying every moment came closer to him and smiled again

"Well the drains do not inspect themselves; go to it bullet!"

And with that Frank the Frank ignoramus Kaputtus pussyfootus Idiotus and his parrot ran off, Ray wondered how long it would take for them to realize that Ray had no authority over them and how would they react to that knowledge.
He then turned to the lassie and saluted again and said at last with his friendly natured voice barley containing his will to laugh out loud.

"I wonder how long it will take for them to figure out I had no authority to give them that order" Ray then laughed unable to contain his amusement any longer, after regaining himself he offered his hand and said still chuckling from the bizarre event.

"Sorry about that, I can't help it. The names Ray by the way and don't worry about them. They won't recall your name as they will be to busy cursing mine.
I can see you had a bit of fun before our mission so I suggest we get rid of the evidence in the room you used and get you in a presentable state of affairs"


Ray entered the room and took out a jar of coffee and took out a few cups and pressed the hot water option on the tap.

"How many do you think you need?"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Watching all that happened in morbid curiosity she almost didn't hear him, but after he repeated she replied, "Oh um, four should be enough, I didn't drink too much, but did drink hard, if ya catch my drift. This is rather embarrassing I normally better prepared than this." grinning sheepishly she continued, "Thank you though for getting rid of them, I can defend myself, but in state I am right now, doubt could win any fight. I'm Tiaan by the way, you might have heard of my family Clarice Peyton, I'm his daughter, his progeny. I know it doesn't seem likely, but last night was kinda of distressing, I just couldn't go home.

Seeing him fling over a uniform she stripped out her dress and threw on uniform hurriedly, relaxing a little as the cotton and polyester touch her skin. Although the insignia was wrong, she was now officially part of the crew, which was great -- she hoped her fighter had made the transfer since much like ship's, she could never have another Blue Tit (Mercury Class Fighter Customized out the wazoo).

"I'm rather ashamed can't truly thank you in anyway. I've got nothing really to give and what items do have, are considered priceless." she breathed sadly, "I hope you understand." she doubted he would mind, despite her misgiving about him, first impressions could be a bitch and in this case, she looked likely wrong.

"You look familiar, I swear my Father has a photo with ya in it, it's him and his whole fighter crew." He really did look like the guy, but surely he would have retired by now.

"Clarice (Vulture) Peyton ring any bells?"

Of course her name from Demeter would need to change since new ship changed the whole dynamic, to be honest she never liked Birdy anyway.

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Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Thaddeus enjoyed the results of his little experiment. They said to test out the suits and he did just that by bending a few rules in order to do it. "About that arm Jon," Thaddeus began to say "I know we weren't supposed to attempt it but I just couldn't pass up a chance to give it a whirl. It may be a little unethical to say it in that way, but you of all people should know of how different my line of work can be than that of a traditional soldier.

Thaddeus turned to the medic treating Jon. "So madam, how experienced of a field medic are you? How well can you perform a surgery during the heat of battle? Thaddeus asked. He was interested in the crew, especially Atomsk, who looked as if he might try to strangle Thaddeus in any moment. Though he usually over planned things, Thaddeus favored a straight diagonal kick to the knee cap and a jab to the elbow was a nice touch for such events. Never the less he had prepared himself for such movements earlier. He continued to watch the medic handle Jon's arm.

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Alice walked calmly from the briefing room, letting the tide of crewmen carry her away down the hall, in no hurry to be anywhere. It would take some time for the ship to be ready to sail. She could wait to meet the Admiral - he would be swamped now, she was sure, by more experienced officers eager to put their names up to him. Alice doubted that she needed to put in a good word for herself. She trusted that the Admiral had read his personnel's service records, just as she had, and her own record was more than enough to explain the sort of officer she was. She would take care of her duties, and anything beyond she felt necessary to keep the ship running under the Admiral's command. She would serve the Admiral loyally - so long as his decisions were logical and did not put unnecessary danger to crew or vessel. The prodigal officer. The perfect military woman.

Sometimes, Alice wished there was someone else in the Federation who knew her secret, just so she could have a black mark on that shining reputation of hers. Glittering records drew attention, weighed heavily on the shoulders of their owners. Attention and extra worry were two things that Alice did not need. Nevertheless, she accepted both. Comfort was a simple thing to trade for this dream life. She wanted nothing more than to be an officer.

Alice turned a sharp corner, spinning on the heel of her boot, prepared to enter her room. And found it occupied. She stopped in the door, staring around, stunned but showing none of it on her fiercely military face.

The room was a wreck. At least, compared to what it should have been. Alcohol bottles - her bottles, naturally - strewn everywhere, bed mussed and obviously damp. Someone had spent the night here, on the ship before it was approved. Drunk. Very drunk.
That someone was still inside the room.

At first, Alice thought it might be the wayward Peter Davidson. But no, she had already seen him at the briefing, and he looked much too well tended to be suffering from the hangover Alice knew would be caused by this much spirit. No, there was another here. The offending officer...
Her eyes fell on a woman. Of course, the spitfire pilot, Tiaan Peyton. A loyal fighter and a trouble-maker, like many pilots Alice had met in her time. This was the sort of person she was expected to deal with... but Tiaan did not need to be dealt with. Not now. Grief filled the woman's face and thoughts. Alice nodded silently to herself. This offense, considering its causes, could be allowed to slide...

"Rough night?" she asked evenly, striding into the room. Her heels snapped against the floor, accentuating her every movement. Alice was not an ugly woman - the precise opposite, in fact. Tall and slender and very strong, wearing the flattering officer's uniform, she had received many propositions from men aboard the prison ship she had commanded until recently. She expected to receive many more. She expected to turn down every one. Her lustrous black here was beautiful, her face perfectly kept, her eyes made-up and her teeth white and perfect not because she wished to attract a mate. Her body was marvelously fit not because she wanted it played with. Alice maintained her appearance for only one reason.

To uphold the image of the Federation.

Striding across to the bed, Alice shrugged off the sharp officer's jacket and tossed it to one side, baring the crisp whites underneath. She turned then to face Ray and Tiaan, tugging her dark hair out of its stiff ponytail and letting it relax into curls which lapped at her mid-back. She was a formal, military woman.
But these were her quarters. She had the right to relax here... and being as stiff as she usually was would help her make no friends with this pair. She could tell.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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"I hope we can find a time in the future to talk more casually. But for now I just wanted to make sure you were aware of how I run things. I'm assuming you've read my profile. I was just making sure I wouldn't be controlled too much. That will hinder my ability to command." Atomsk now assumed a position beside the Admiral as they walked to the bridge.

Aronimus detected a twinge of bravado, perhaps even arrogance coming from the commander. He wondered whether this was the distinctive trait that got Atomsk assigned to this post. However, the admiral welcomed it, which might have come as a surprise to fellow acquaintances. Aronimus knew that arrogance was a sign of youth, but he knew that sooner or later it should be tempered otherwise it could be disastrous. At this point he was reminded of Captain Colter and his tragic exploits. It was psychologically shattering to a leader; even he himself had lost fellow crew members before. Aronimus decided he would have to deal with this now before it placed any crew members in danger. Although Atomsk had gotten this far without any relatively large incidents, sooner or later it was bound to happen. He was resolute in his decision to prevent history from repeating itself. After all, the point of history was to learn from it in order to better the present and guide the future.

"Certainly, I don't wish to converse with fellow crew members in a rigid manner all the time," he said this while maintaining his upright stature during his gait.

"And, yes I've read your profile...five tours, eighty-nine active deployments, seven classified missions, twenty three decorations...and then..." he paused for effect. He was astutely aware of Dunaway’s past record, and he was more than ready to bring it up. He was just surprised that the commander had brought it to his attention this early on.

"Sixty-seven counts of military insubordination and three court martials…" the Admiral turned to face Atomsk, who was trying to hide a smirk with a formal and serious front. Atomsk was decorated for his performance, yet at the same time he was incorrigible for his attitude.

"I honestly hope that you won't treat me with the same respect you treated Lieutenant General Conway..." the admiral turned away.

“But…remember, arrogance is an unbecoming trait, Commander Dunaway, see to it that you mend it, for it can jeopardize the lives of fellow soldiers and crewmen alike.” The admiral paused before continuing.

"Glad to have you on board…Commander." The admiral now walked ahead of Atomsk, leaving him to dwell on his words.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: James Grey Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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He stood as he took the Admirals words very seriously. He thought he had made a decent impression. He also looked forward to talking again in the future. He disagreed with the arrogance though. He didn't believe he was arrogant. He simply didn't like rules. Or people undeserving of their ranks. He smirked when the Admiral brought up the insubordination and attempted court marshals. He loved the failed attempts at his post. To him it meant that the rules he broke weren't as important as the good he did.

As the Admiral turned to walk away Atomsk said a very respectful "Thank you. sir" with a slight bow, even though the Admiral had turned away. He was excited to talk again in the future. At this point he walked to a comm terminal close-by. He input a code that would give him the intercom for a minute. After he had control he stated a message for his portion of the crew. "Attention all military personnel. This is Commander Atomsk Dunaway Meet in Barracks 1 in 45 minutes. We will be performing a mission brief along with a few evaluations as well as forming our squads. Captain Eli Colter please meet me at Barracks 1 immediately for per-brief." He was aware of Captain Colter's position on the ship and wanted to size him up. He was sure they would be working together closely and wanted to start building a relationship fast. He began a brisk walk to the Barracks. He wanted to get as much talk time as he could.

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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The hangar was easy to find. It had to be in the rush of an attack when half-asleep pilots and crewman were stumbling to the scramble. Once a map terminal had put her boots on the right path, Jessica had just followed the broadest passageways and the smell. Yes, the smell. Void-touched metal, feul and hydraulic fluid, the sickly sweet-smoke smell of engine exhaust... all of it a fragrance that'd been ground into her memory of service. When she first stepped out into the huge open space, she stopped and smiled, staring out over the activity and the looming shapes of the various craft that were being nestled into their berths.

She belonged here, more so then anywhere else on the ship. Officer country still felt strange and alien to a career wrench-turner, so it was a welcome change of pace to step back into the beating heart of a fighter wing. Cold pricked the skin and the deck was too hard beneath the boots, acrid hazmat smells assaulted the nose, the lights were too bright, tools dropped and maintainers shouted and equipment whined. It was beautifully overwhelming, and it was hers.

The mechanics were cursing the shape and condition of other birds; those 'special' aircraft that belonged to some of the other pilots. While the ones in the cockpit swore by their performance and special modifications, the ground crew were the ones that had to deal with the constant headache of unpredictable maintainence and specialized tie-downs for non-standard hull shapes. And the officers that insisted on their own maintainence were the worst. If it took a whole maintainence department to divy up spaceframe, powerplants, electrical, electronics, lifesupport, and ordinance; one stick-jock claiming to know all of the necessary systems could cause migranes up and down a whole chain of command and put himself - and his bird - in some serious jeapordy. Before she ever picked up a wrench on her own craft, Hyena would have to do some serrious trust work with the shops she'd once had qualifications for back when she wore stripes instead of bars.

"How you doin, Chief?" You want in good with maintainence? Get in good with the Maintainence Chief. He was one of the group that Hyena had been bullshitting with out in airlock before boarding, and meets her handshake on equal terms, "I'm looking for a bird."

"I guessed that, ma'am." He snorts. The deal wasnt all one way; it never hurt for a crewman to have an ear that had rank, even if that rank was just a Flight Officer, and she'd already promised him a pack of Earth-made cigarettes for first pick of the proverbial litter, "You're going to want 338. Her book isnt the cleanest, but she's been up-and-up for just about every sortie they've thrown at her. Just make sure those smokes find their way to my desk later. Mars tabacco tastes like shit."

"It's the dirt, Chief. Gets into everything. Eventually anything you eat tastes the same." She laughs, being native to the Red Planet, herself, and gives him a reassuring wave prior to making her way back out onto the bay.

'Her' aircraft was already good to go. Its class had been a backbone of space superiority combat for years, and the berths were already configured for it. Huge, engine-heavy, dirty, and so ugly she was a work of art. This beater may not be RnD's new toy, but at least she could count on it when it mattered. Hyena reaches her hands out to lay them, palms flat, on the cold skin below where her name would be stenciled, smiling up at the craft. It was nasty-looking in every good way, a bare-bones bloody warbird.

"Hello, beautiful."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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As Ray made the coffee and passed the first glass to Tiaan he decided to sit down near by.

"Don't worry about it, hell I am a Titan grad; we don't give a damn about earning shiny things." This wasn't exactly true but Ray liked to say it was and the academy needed all the support of its grads had to offer after losing so much prestige in the officers revolt.

"I heard about your name and even the name you just said but I am actually only 24; surprising isn't it? Well we Titans age faster then earthlings during our childhoods so my body is 26-8 years old while I am really 24. So I could not have flown with your old man and my parents are beer brewers so it was not my pa but plenty of my greater family has been flying the galaxy since it became profitable so the guy on the picture might be a distant relative."

Ray was about to keep the conversation going when Alice the CO came marching but Ray did not find It funny liked he believed he would. Ray was glad for Tiaan's sake the CO didn't explode but was a bit put off by the woman's puffed up approach to things and was of the impression that while the CO seemed to be taking the situation lightly she would remember all of this and use it if she stood to gain something for doing so.
Ray stood up to attention and tried to encourage Tiann to do the same and then saluted his Titan way that he knew would annoy the CO at least a bit.

"hello sir; I was just about to start cleaning up and hide all the evidence" Ray regretted sending frank away because he could use a clean up team but pilots had to help each other and he wasn't about to brake the most sacred of commandments.

Ray looked at Tiaan and wondered what he could do now? With the CO here the situation was no longer under his authority but he would at least try to keep under his influence.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Startled by the arrival of the other person she pushed away the sodden thing once known as her dress with her foot, trying to hide the fact she slept here. Slept through nearly everything. This really wasn't a good day. At least she wouldn't be called Birdy anymore, but to be honest she had found Birdy rather patronising as her Father had a real name, Vulture, a bird of prey, not some cheap insult. She had never fit in with those guys, in fact more than once she had fought them. Well she was off now and hoped this wouldn't go on her record, "If this is your room Miss--Sir---Madam---" feeling flustered she couldn't decide how to address the woman who was clearly above her rank, that's for sure.

"I understand how this looks." she took a long deep breath, "But, I promise this won't happen again. In fact I'd like to go see my Fighter arrived safely." as she spoke she tried to tidy her hair with her hand and fingers, making it less messy, but failing rather miserably."

Most people who saw Tiaan thought she looked cute, but also deeply sad inside, they could be right, but she also had a very upbeat demeanour and wasn't above a little fun. Although on the Demeter only chance she got with that was during Dock Leave, and even then it sucked to love someone and then leave them. So yesterday had seemed amazing, here was a girl coming on to her, so why the hell had she decided to scream.

God knows, still waiting for an answer she gave up on her hair growling annoyed and resumed saluting.

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"At ease, Peyton," Alice murmured, giving the girl a sharp nod. "There's no need to panic. You can't be blamed for one night of revelry." She crossed her room towards the cabinets and began putting away the now-open bottles of spirits. She was going to have to host a crew party if she did not want it to go to waste... "Just make sure that it doe snot happen again. Without permission from superiors."

She glanced back at Tiaan to ensure that she was heard, and nodded to herself when she was. She stacked all the bottles back in the cabinet.

"Davidson," she called to the second pilot. "If you would contact the ship's service and ask to have the linens changed. If they ask what happened, hang up."

With that, Alice turned so that she could see the pair of them.

"I am Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen," she announced evenly. "Second in command aboard the Salient."

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Calming a little she grinned; Tiaan had a beautiful lopsided smile, that spoke so much, but revealed little. Stephanie had joked she'd make a great politician, since everyone would believe her. Of course she had laughed it off, but after what she went through on Argus 50, she felt politicians got off lightly. It had been a routine mission on board the Demeter to collect minerals for transport, what happened though was one of crew members was on the make, and tried to sell them out to local smugglers, she had apparently been a great catch. This is what the record never told though, the reason Alfie didn't get taken in was because she persuaded him to commit suicide, it was easy, almost disturbing how simple it was, she got him to believe he was nothing and no one would miss him. He agreed and agreed and asked what should he do then, Tiaan had simply said this, "Walk out of the airlock and breath deeply."

That was terrifying to see him so solemn and yet so willing.

Fortunately it hadn't been put on record because her actions had scared the smugglers so much they fled. She didn't even have any powers, she just used his weakness to her advantage. No one believed her, and that mission was why she had begged, no pleaded for reassignment.

Eventually Captain Elias Riggs had given in and reassigned her, knowing she wasn't happy, but he was sorry to see her go, since outside of all the pilots she actually wasn't a red-shirt. Most pilots onboard Demeter didn't last a month, she had lasted 4 years.

"Thank you Lt Chen, your reputation precedes you. I heard of your actions on the colonies. Why I might not agree with how you handled it, your solution resulted in the least bloodshed. Glad someone had firm head on during that time."

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Alice flicked Tiaan a smile. The expression was fleeting and tight, like she was unaccustomed to displaying that sort of emotion in front of... anyone. Raised by officers and secrets, Alice had spent her entire life suppressing her emotions in the presence of others. 'Stop smiling and salute' had been a more common command in her home than 'it's bedtime, go to sleep.' No one could call her family normal, even without knowing the things she did - about herself, about her mother, even about her illustrious Admiral father, whose record shown even brighter and less tarnished than her own.

An impossible record.

"Thank you, Peyton," Alice murmured, nodding to herself. "The colonies were difficult. I would have preferred any number of other choices but, well... they'd all have gotten someone killed."

And the colonies had been a difficult decision. Vega and Andromeda colonies, both under serious threat by a group of earth-born rebels who believed mankind did not belong in space. Something Alice had found rather amusing, as the rebels themselves were conducting their war in open space... that had not mattered at the time, however. Pointing out hypocritical tendencies was not going to help her. Yes, it had been a very difficult choice to make.

A good thing she had discovered that secret gas pocket just beneath the surface. The one that Vega's governor had been keeping a secret, to be used for his own profit. Evacuate the area, set the gas pocket alight as the rebels approached. Their ships went down, their crew were taken prisoner. So far as Alice knew, there had been only one casualty - a rebel engineer who got too close to the core when the explosion hit them. A wonderful record, considering the situation. All because of that governor's secrets...

Alice shrugged slightly to herself, then glanced over at the coffee pot. "Four cups, you wanted?" she asked calmly. "Best to get drinking. We can't have you hung over on duty."

Every movement sharp, clean, trained for battle, Alice crossed to the cabinets and pulled out a mug. She set it under the machine and poured a mug, then passed it across to Tiaan. She offered one to Davidson, as well, before returning her attention to the pilot girl. Her lopsided smile intrigued Alice... as did the numerous torturous events in the pilot's past.

"And you," she murmured. "From a long and shining line. Just like myself. You were on board the Demeter, were you not?"

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Turning away and sipping the cup thoughtfully she replied in a far away tone, "Yes..." what else could she say, so much had happened on board that ship very little was official record, true Argus 50 events had caused her to leave, but it wasn't the only thing. In fact it had actually been the final straw, but well maybe decades ago Demeter had been a fantastic vessel, state of art, but when she had lived in it. So many things happened. Part of the reason she had been called Birdy was her co-pilot Kelly, whom she had taken out on a routine mission to patrol the sector and scan for minerals. Unfortunately they has miscalculated oxygen levels and went too far, they managed to limp back, but Kelly's had never told her just how bad she was, she just kept saying, "We'll make it Birdy, we'll make it." sadly Kelly's died before any medical help could come back. Only later she had found out that Kelly's had a crush on her, but was too scared to say.

There were so many events that had happened, her time on Demeter had taught her one thing, she couldn't trust anyone for long periods of time. Maybe she was wrong, maybe it was just rules of the jungle there, but she was on board the Salient now a more modern vessel. Could she risk trusting anyone, or would they get hurt? When she had received confirmation of acceptance, she had looked over the logs and details of the flight. The thing that worried her at the time, was the flight path was locked under voice recognition and password. This suggested she had no idea what she was getting into, what else was new?

Turning back she grinned again sipping the cup carefully before answering, "But that's old news, no point living in the past eh?"

Not waiting for an answer, she downed the coffee before picking up her dress and taking another mug, still grinning.

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"No point in reliving the past," Alice agreed quietly. She walked away from the coffee maker without taking any - she did not drink caffeine while on duty. The buzzing energy was no good to control and reasoning, and she was in a position of command. Instead, she poured herself a glass of water and sipped at it. For a moment, she was absentminded. She turned and watched the two pilots, gazing deep into their eyes. Reading them. What she found curved her lips into a very slight smile. These two... would be interesting to work with. Alice thought she was off to a good start. Perhaps here, real, close relationships would be possible.

"I was glad to receive this assignment," she told them, saying the first thing that came to mind. Testing their own enthusiasm about the Salient. "You see some things on board prison vessels that can't be unseen. It's said that prison officers land themselves in the cells more often than not, if they stay too long." She chuckled to herself. No one knew that she had nearly done just that - no one, not even the prison vessel's captain. She'd seen to that. No one dead, no sign of the trouble, no memory for those who had witnessed the event. A simple matter, for Alice Chen. A dark secret she would never let go. "Here's to dodging proverbial bullets." She raised her water as though it were a glass of rich red wine.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Giving her lopsided grin she replied, "It's very hush-hush but anything gotta be better than The Demeter. My Dad told me of the Great Warship the Gordian, it was once the gem of the entire fleet." She had no idea why she bringing this up, but well she was happy to be out the Demeter, but she was wondering if this was actually the proverbial frying pan, "He was stationed on it through most of his career, brought tears to his eyes when he heard they had scrapped it for pieces." Now she remembered why she mentioned it, "This ship had pieces of her inside it, in a way it's like the child of her." she smiled brightly winking, "Maybe I'm just a sentimental old fool, but I did look up schematics of this, and three great warships gave pieces to this. It mightn't be obvious, but everything about this ship suggests secrets, whispers of far away or battles once had. We're standing in history, while on brink of it."

Whatever that meant that was sure, taking another sip, she let her wander around, Alice seemed less official that her demenour would suggest, Ray just seemed like a card, someone who loved to play Jack-the-lad. Where she fit in? Was she the Albratross of this mission dooming everyone? The fact she liked both these people scared her. Gulping down too much she choked and coughed up a bit.

Blushing she apologized, "Sorry, drank down too fast."

If only.

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"Not a problem," Alice answered, waving her off. What sort of person hadn't drunk too fast and choked before? Everyone did it. Alice was more interested in the emotions playing behind Tiaan's mask. Alice was a very... perceptive person. That was the way her father always put it. That was, her father told people in his shame, why she had risen so fast into the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Why she was a prodigy. Perception... she supposed it could be called that. A damned nice name for what she did. She was a thief and a spy. Her father saw to it she knew that - told her constantly, when they were in private. 'What you do is invasive and cruel. Stop.'
She could not stop. It was a part of her.

"There's no need for concern," she observed before she could stop herself. When she saw someone in pain, Alice had a bad habit of trying to comfort them. Whether she should know they were in pain or not. Some people on the prison ship had called her 'the witch', because she always seemed to know. They could put any obscure prisoner in front of her, and she would know exactly why they were in prison. "You can be friends with us. This isn't the Demeter."

She set her water down, half-finished, and met Tiaan's gaze. Alice was known for her more obscure tidbits of advice. It had even been mentioned once or twice on her record. Anyone who knew her reputation would think nothing, or little, of it. Nevertheless, best not to let Tiaan wonder too long about how she had realized what the pilot was worried about.

"You two wanted to go see your ships," she observed. "Shall I accompany you? I've not seen most of the ship yet."

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Tiaan Peyton

Nodding she downed her second cup while picking up another, "Fingers crossed the transfer went through for her." There very little that could truly bother Tiaan outside her own emotional turmoil, but if anyone ever even scratched 'Blue Tit' she would rip their heads off. That fighter was everything to her, a Mercury Class Fighter fully customized with on board rail cannon, Mark 35 Jolt Thrusters, a full supply of five missiles on each wing and finally her secret weapon, a manually controlled proton beam under it. Completing this she was painted Electric Blue with words Blue Tit em-blazed in Gold. This was her pride and joy, and it would destroy her if she found out it hadn't made it.

As she made her way to the Hanger, she said very little, instead listening for the sounds of the ship, wondering if what she had said had been bullshit. But her father had said that all ships record events that took place on them and off them, while being built. It's why Prison Ships often drove people insane, many companies cut corners building them, not caring about loss of life. She wondered if Lt Chen original ship had such a history.

Arriving at the hanger, she opened and the door squeed in joy, there she was standing out in full glory, 'Blue Tit' also on the above the title was calligraphy which stated, 'Birdy's Blue Tit' Kelly had done it. She had almost forgotten it. She should probably paint over it, she kept telling herself that, but part of her felt this would hurt Kelly's memory.

"YES, HERE IT IS." she grinned gleefully, "Ain't she just a beaut!" she had put more love into that ship than any human she had been with. It was her baby, her everything, if she had lost it, it would destroy her.

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Alice followed Tiaan in silence, respecting the pilot's need for a lack of conversation. Alice was not the sort of person who minded quiet company, nor did she really care when company was loud. So long as it was the company of someone she liked. And Alice would freely admit that she liked Tiaan. The girl was, as she had first guessed, a spitfire. A troubled spitfire. Alice tended to gravitate towards the troubled people in life. What else could have landed her - by volunteer application - on a prison vessel?

That was a decision she would regret for the rest of her - hopefully long - life.

Alice looked up at Tiaan's outburst, and smiled at the sight of the electric blue fighter.
"She's beautiful," Alice agreed calmly, approaching the ship. She looked, but dared not touch. There was a time when Alice would have given anything to fly in one of these ships, but that time had passed. She had found her love in command, overseeing the battle, ensuring as many people as possible survived. Alice would never hesitate to the take to the front lines, she was simply of more use watching from a distance. Her secrets made sure of that.

"Birdy..." Alice murmured in a contemplative tone, staring up at the writing. She glanced around at Tiaan, into the girl's eyes. Reading her. Alice was grasping at straws now, searching for some common ground to continue to strengthen their relationship. That was what Alice did best - forged bonds in the crew. One of the reasons there had been only six cases of insanity, and four deaths, while she was on board that prison ship. Curse its name... the Nottingham. "I take it that's you?"

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Her grin vanished and she stared for a bit, before walking silently over to the ship and stroking her lovingly, some people may have been disturbed with love she showed it. Either way she could less, running her hands over the sleek finish she considered before saying enigmatically, "It doesn't matter." with that said she continued to stroke the curves and bumps of her. Maybe Tiaan was a little messed up, but 'Blue Tit' had never let her down, people tended to do that. Thus said less truths spoken, less risks she took. Instead she would offer half-truths or not answer. In a way it was a game, and most people onboard The Demeter had failed. No one knew she blamed herself constantly for Kelly and Stephanie death. No one knew, and that was how she liked it.

"Everyone has secrets Lt, everyone."

She could admit she was confusing people, but well this was often the case and it was how she worked. Admiring the finish she bent down to check if there was any travelling damage, fortunately there was nothing except scars of battles, she never removed them. Much like a human this ship was a living person, it just never tried to screw her, both literally and figuratively.

Trust in space cost money, love in space cost secrets, and truth in space cost your life. Truth in space was a death sentence, no one wanted to know the real you. Instead they'd rather see you how they perceive you. Don't mistaken this for being a cynic or pessimistic, Tiaan could love, but in end up she saw only pain through it, so instead drifted through life and had fun.

Finally happy with her review of the 'Blue Tit' she smiled cheekily saying nothing, taking occasional sips. This was a tight-rope, lets see if she could keep balance.

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Alice frowned briefly at the comment about secrets... but that frown became a tiny smile. It was true. Unfortunately... those secrets everyone had? She knew most of them. Would likely know all of them by the end of the week. That was simply the way Alice's life worked. Secrets seemed to fall into her lap, whether she wanted them to or not. It got her in trouble sometimes. Never trouble she could not get out of.

There was no such thing as trouble Alice Chen could not get out of.

"Everyone has secrets," Alice agreed calmly. "I know that. Better than most."

Alice took another step closer to the hull, examining the thing. Good construction, right down to the paint job. This fighter would not fail.
"A good ship," Alice observed calmly. "She'll take you far."

Quietly, Alice checked her timepiece. They had some space before they were meant to report, as requested by Captain Dunaway. What he hoped to brief them on, she did not know. No one knew the purpose of this mission. No one.

"Peyton," she murmured, calling the pilot's attention back to her. "I was wondering if you would join me in my quarters tonight, for dinner?" She looked up at Tiaan, dark eyes calm. She reached into the pocket of her uniform and produced a scrunchy. In half an hour's time she would be back on full duty, at the briefing. She had to look like the officer she was. And Lieutenant Commander Chen never let her hair down, even if Alice Chen did. Alice flicked Peyton yet another tiny smile. Almost the smile of someone scared to share things. Almost. More the smile of someone who did not know how to smile. "I have a lot of open bottles in my cabinets. There's no way I'm going to be able to drink them all before they go to waste. At least, not on my own."

More than an invitation - a finally confirmation that Alice was not at all upset about Tiaan's conduct the night before. Why Alice was not upset by it, however, Tiaan could - and would - never know.

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"She's taken me far already, I've been out this sector with her, never a more reliable ship." letting her hand wander over the paint she zoned out again, remembering her Father showing her his vessel, true at this point she hadn't wanted to enter academy, but also at this point she thought boys were icky, guess something never change. It had a gorgeous ship, painted similar to an antique Spitfire he had told her how she never let him down. Even let her see the inside and fly over London. Talk about panicking the City, the mayor had thought London was under attack, the he let her look over, and let the wind fly through her hair. it had been a wonderful time. One of her finest memories and she sometimes missed those times. Especially as she had told Stephanie after, and she had been so jealous, because whereas Tiaan had just wanted to party at a young age, Stephanie had plans to go to the academy. Funny how things change.

Hearing the Lt voice she woke up from the daze, "Dinner, you sure Lt? I don't mean to insult you by the refusal, but well..."

Unsure of how to finish she tried to answer again, "I'm flattered of course, but..."

Again she stalled, sighing she simply replied grinning almost kinda sadly, she nodded, "Okay, I'll be there. I think..."

She let the words hang, as she tried to work out what was going on here. Because this wasn't normal, no sirree, she needed to try find out what to do. Or better yet be late, and not show up, that way no one could get hurt. No one could get hurt. Albatross or not, she had to be careful and not make things awkward. Deep down she already knew things were changing, question was, did she want them too?

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“Alright, this hall is alphabetically divided into smaller sub-corridors that have individual crew quarters. Just find your hall and look for your individual quarters, its spacious enough, not that we leathernecks need it, am I right?” Eli grinned as a couple of chuckles came from the contingent of marines that he led directly to the Barracks area after the briefing.

Just as he said this an announcement went across the intercom; it was directed at the Marines who turned their heads upwards as if trying to spot the origins of the voice. Their eyes darted back and forth, a characteristic that was common to people being addressed over intercom.

"Attention all military personnel, this is Commander Atomsk Dunaway Meet in Barracks One in 45 minutes. We will be performing a mission brief along with a few evaluations as well as forming our squads. Captain Eli Colter, please meet me at Barracks One immediately for pre-brief." The voice was firm and it meant business.

The last bit surprised Eli; he wondered what the Commander needed him for. He turned to face the marines,

"Alright, you heard the man, set up your quarters, stowaway your belongings, and meet up for the briefing. All of you are dismissed.”

The crowd of marines saluted in unison, their voices rung with unquestionable strength and almost reverberated through the corridors. Then they began disbanding into separate cohesive units, each attending to the sub-corridor that their name belonged to.

Eli then walked into the central area of the Barracks, realizing that the commander was not present; he decided to loiter a bit. He paced to the training facility which was state of the art. He didn’t know what to expect from it though. The last time he activated it, three machine gun turrets popped up and began firing at multiple spawned holographic soldiers that ran and attempted to “kill” him. The displays fired paintballs, similar to the machine guns, and the pistol he was given. He did his best to take out as many of the “hostiles,” but this was a survival mode. There was no way one could beat it, unless they hacked into the system and disabled that mode. Once he was finally hit by the enemy, the tallied record was 101-4. Eli had shot 57 of them, the other 44 was from the three turrets. The opposing team managed to get four kills – the turrets and Eli.

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Tiaan's stammering brought amusement to Alice's eyes. She smiled at Tiaan, reached out and clapped the soldier on the shoulder.
"Peyton," she murmured, giving the pilot's arm a squeeze before dropping her hand. "It's just dinner. What sort of Lieutenant Commander would I be if I did not get to know my crew?" She shook her head slightly. "Dinner never hurt anyone. I promise you, nothing is going to happen to me because we had some fun."

The way Alice said it made it clear... she pretty much knew what was going through Peyton's head.

Alice turned on one heel and started for the hangar door, gesturing for Peyton to follow. Time to head down to the briefing room.

"And know that if you skip out... this ship is half the size of the Nottingham. I could find serial killers in the walls of that ship. I will be able to find you."
Not a threat. A jibe. A tease, of sorts.

A game?

Yes, Alice thought. Perhaps she was playing games. Then again, after the Nottingham, life itself felt like a game.

Best to take that game just a little further. She flung her request over her shoulder, an afterthought, nothing of significance. Just to... experience Tiaan's reaction. The poor pilot had become Alice's focus. While Alice's focuses soon became her most trusted personnel, they often started out... a little freaked.

"Come to dinner," she commanded. "And wear your dress."
Without another word, she headed out into the hall, making way for the briefing room. It was clear she expected her subordinate to follow.

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Atomsk walked as quickly as he could and eventually using the many terminals found his way to Barracks One. He walked in part way through what seemed to be someone in the middle of a training session, recognizing Captain Colter from the profile he reviewed. He was impressed by the Captains skills. He looked at the nearby terminal and checked the score.

After Captain Colter finally got hit, the score read 101-4. He was legitimately impressed. He gave the tired Captain a minute to compose himself after the workout and then walked up to him.

"Captain Colter. How do you do?" He said with a stern yet open voice.

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Aronimus finally reached the Bridge, and he noted the large attendance of command personnel zipping between areas even before he arrived. Once he did though, they were almost unaware of his presence. That was the case until one recruit noticed him and immediately stood at attention, saluting him, and addressing him formally. Others saw this and repeated his actions but in their varying and distinctive mannerisms.

“At ease everyone, continue with your activities” he commanded all of them. He smiled, comforted by their professionalism which contradicted his previous notion that the ship was full of inexperienced recruits. Or maybe they just had raw talent, as Captain Colter had said.

The admiral went to his command platform, and sat in the captain’s chair. The seat was anything but soft; at least it was smooth though with various peculiar grooves. He felt like reclining in his seat, but he realized that he had a job to do. Besides, this was going to be a long trip; there was plenty of time for him to rest and repose.

Aronimus then reached forward for a key on his desk panel, and pressed it. A circular hatch opened on his desk, and a circular formation with several layers of metallic rings that were resting within began to protrude upwards until the final inner ring formed the very crown of the ringed tower formation. Then a small cyan light activated, and A.D.A.M. came into presence as a miniature three-dimensional figure.

“Admiral, I was just recalibrating some minor system errors regarding the engines, what do you need of me?” A.D.A.M. inquired in an automated tone.

“Yes, Adam, I need you to relay this across the speakers on the ship.” He waited for a green light on the screen in front him. Once it had blinked, the Admiral began speaking directly to Adam, who was in fact the direct link to the speakers.

“Attention all crew members on board the Salient. This is your Admiral speaking. I just wanted to say that we are departing now. Prepare for atmospheric ascent. I also want to wish everyone onboard good luck and a safe journey, let us hope that we’ll return in one piece.”

Aronimus then turned off the communications link and addressed one of the navigators who was locked and focused on a computer.

“Mr. Summer, set a course to the Arcturus System,” with those words, the Salient’s thrusters then activated slowly. The station’s cranes and mechanical arms began to retract from the ship. All fuel cells pulled away automatically, and the ship slowly hovered forth and began to ascend Callisto’s artificial skies. The interior of the ship, however, hummed softly as most of the crew barely felt anything aside from the artificial gravity generated by the main power core.

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Jumping in alarm Tiaan decided she didn't hear what she thought she did, and even if she did, she shouldn't be turning pink. Nope, she shouldn't be and now should start focusing again on ship, trying to hide her face, she leapt into her cockpit and check the controls, feeling the ship finally leaving the atmosphere she relaxed and sat in her wing. Probably should go to her room to relax, but despite it's size she found her fighter more homely. Checking the hatch in the cockpit she pulled out her lucky charm, a WW2 Swiss Army Knife, beautiful in design with a polished wooden handle and shiny sharp blade. She had made sure it was clean and in good working order. Sometimes the blood seeped into the cracks, but this time she had got it out.

Trying to work out what to do, she sat back and went over conversation in her mind, but no matter how she turned it over in her mind. Nothing made sense, why should she wear her dress, it's not like she it meant anything. Did it? Did it? Nah it couldn't it was just an apology, but still should she show, or instead pretend to forget -- not like she could really forget, but secrets would always exist, no matter the case.

Sitting back she wondered if this was all just a dream and she was still asleep, still to wake up? Maybe she could wake up now and leave the room, that thought seemed so inviting. Life didn't work like this, so it had to be a dream.

Pinching herself hard, she sighed and waited.

Nothing...

What now Tiaan, what now?

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Ray had taken the time to call the boys down in clean up, they claimed they had finished their shift of the day but when Ray reminded them of the rooms occupant they got right on the job.

Ray didn't say much while they where all in the room; he didn't understand the Co's intentions and wanted to make sure this was not a trap of some kind. Ray had a long standing dislike of CO's ever since he got his wings and a trust problem ever since the war which was really rich coming from him since he himself was now a bloody unit commander which was near the air forces rank of wing commander.

As the conversation progressed Ray felt the chances of the CO pulling off a double game was low enough for him to take part in it once they got to the hanger.

Tiaan was fussing over her fighter which Ray identified as being a major character in fighter pilots; pilots like him who had to deal with the heavy escorts and gunships didn't establish as much of a bond with their machines because they had a tendency of surviving battles only to be scrapped because the damage they had suffered was too expensive to repair. In a fighter you ether survived with your fighter or got killed with your fighter as there was no fancy armor to protect you like on the heavy escorts and the gunships.

However Ray and other heavy pilots normally knew their machines far better then fighter pilots did; Ray knew exactly how much his gunship could take and what he could or could not do because Gunships and heavy escorts where not built for fast and furious combat styles but for what heavy pilots called "shield wall" formations which acted as the iron fist of an attack.

Heavy pilots where naturally defensive while fighter pilots where mentally offensive because all they had to defend themselves with was their weapons and their speed; all they could do was kill of be killed and thus developed a connection with their machines which while it could be irrational was normally deeper then that of other smaller craft ships.

"Fine fighter you have there, in Saturn we normally have the federation's junked fighters but our military command got fed up with the treatment so we started making our own like this beauty for example:

Ray turned to his gunship and opened the cat flip door

"She doesn’t look like much but she is the closest think to a fighter command ship; hell I have enough room on her to bring two of your lot aboard if I wanted too and still have room for at least half the marines."

The designee of the swing class had room for only one fighter originally but Ray and his unit redesigned their stock of the swing class to include an up section which could strap another fighter to it at the expense of the old fashion observation deck which every one in Ray's unit agreed had no useful purpose.

Ray turned to the two women as he stood on the ramp

"Well sir if you are ever sent on a long distanced raid from the ship to command the fighters; this will be the place you will be on. Any of you want to have a look?"

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Alice paused outside the hangar, took one deep breath and headed for the bridge. The Admiral's announcement was no surprise to her. It was about time that they got underway. The announcement did, however, alter Alice's destination. The briefing room would have to wait - so would the troubled pilot she had taken a liking to. She was second in command aboard the Salient, and before they got truly underway, Alice thought it might be a good idea for her to forge some sort of connection with the first in command. Alice headed for the bridge.

The room was quiet, relatively. The personnel worked efficiently as the Salient peeled away from the docking bay. They were off...
Taking a deep breath, the young Lieutenant Commander approached her Admiral. Alice saluted him precisely as was expected. Hard not to, when she'd saluted her first Admiral at the age of two. The price of having an Admiral for a father.

"Admiral Weston," she addressed him calmly, the utmost respect in her eyes. "Reporting for bridge duty."

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"I like to get to know my men better Eli, and from what I understand you are important on this ship. I just wanted to talk to you some."

He paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. He could see some distraught in the Captain's face with the salute. He read the Captain's profile and understood he had a few authority problems like him. Although the Captains weren't as severe. The look he saw in the Captains face was pain. He read the incident that got the Captain here, and he was sure that it still hurt him even now.

"An incident on Mars with some insurgents nearly got you court marshaled. A little arrogance. A little breaking the rules. You lost some men that day."

He saw a uncomfortable shift in the Captain when he brought up the subject. He wanted to gauge the emotions of the Captain. He was sizing up the Captain for more then just himself. He still had yet to declare a Second in command for Planetary Operations Commander. He placed a lot of trust and put many duties on the person that he declared his second. With Jon here he normally would have immediately named Jon his second. But Captain Colter's profile interested him, and he felt the Captain would be more to his taste.

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Alice dropped her stiff salute and clasped her hands behind her back, standing calmly at Aronimus's side. She had no fear of rank or power. He was an Admiral, she was Lieutenant Commander. That made her his subordinate. She would follow his orders. That did not mean she had to be afraid of him, and she would not be. Alice had never in her life feared a superior.

She considered his question carefully, calmly, before answering.

"The ship," she murmured. "Is what I expected. It will serve its purpose. It is no fresh new battle-cruiser, but more than enough for... whatever it is we are doing, I am sure." She was not sure. Neither was Aronimus. That was something she was sure of. "Of course, considering that my last deployment was the Nottingham, I'm sure you will understand when I say that this place feels like heaven." She gave him a small, wry smile. The Nottingham was known throughout the Federation to be the most dangerous prison assignment available. No place for an officer as young as Alice - and yet, there she had been, in the thick of its chaos.

"As for the personnel," she continued evenly, "they seem talented, some experienced. I have spent some time with a pair of pilots. Interesting people, good soldiers. They should make for a... fascinating... experience on this voyage." She nodded to herself. How else to explain it? "Of course, everyone I have met has some serious baggage weighing them down. I do not doubt that there will be some emotional tension to be dealt in these first few weeks."

She fell silent, looking to her superior. Alice was well known for her neutral and thorough examinations of ship and crew. She left no detail unexamined. She was neither optimist, nor pessimist. A realist by pure nature.

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He loved the uncomfortable look Eli had, as strange as that may seem. He liked the chuckle. The sigh. He like Eli's attitude. He then chuckled himself when Eli said he didn't have any monsters inside him. He was very aware of how an incident like that could change a man. It was an easy giveaway when he said he had no monsters. He couldn't know how the Captain was being tormented, but he knew it was there. But he did believe the Captain when he said he was ready to go. Eli was the type that wouldn't let that stop him. In fact it probably motivated him.

"I know your not okay after that Eli. No one would be. I don't know what goes on in that head of yours. I'm not going to try to reassure you. I know that it would mean nothing coming from me. I can tell your ready to go though. I like that."

But he wasn't ready to stop quite yet though. He had a few more inquiries for Eli.

"Now were gonna play a little game. I know you've probably read up on me. Now between that and our short conversation now, I want you to size me up. Tell me what you think." He paused and then remembered. "Oh, and permission to speak freely."

This was another part of the "evaluation" he was giving. This would help him see a little more into the Captain.

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Alice was almost - almost - by surprise when the Admiral picked up and left. It was a near impossibility to take Alice by surprise. Someone had to be very skilled at avoiding her talents, not to mention aware of her talents, an no one on board this ship was aware of them. Not even the Admiral. She watched his retreating back with a slight frown, before shrugging and replacing him in the commander's chair. She was in charge of the bridge. The chair was hers until he returned.

At which time she would gladly forsake it. Alice was a rare officer - she never wanted to reach the Admiral's commanding rank. Being second in command was, in her eyes, absolutely perfect. Just enough responsibility, still someone overhead she could rely on to give orders. She did not have to worry about keeping secret orders from the crew, was closer to the crew than most commanders ever would be.

Yes, she preferred second in command.

Calmly, she leaned back in the seat and gazed around the bridge. Nothing that needed her... immediate attention. She would sit here, keep an eye on things. Wait. Alice had always been good at waiting.

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Turned out glancing at the map didn't quite work out as he had planned, Ridley had gotten himself lost down corridors no less than five times before finally finding the correct route to the bridge, and even then only after asking for directions. Luckily his rank made asking for directions possible without getting chewed out. As he climbed another ladder he tried to memorize the route he was taking, the layout of the Salient was certainly different from other military vessels, though he didn't realize just how much so until now. Sure enough the constant backtracking cost him time, the ship was already underway and he was expected on the bridge. He picked up his pace as he headed down the corridor to the bridge. When he finally arrived, he noted the personnel all bustling about their duties, but most notable was the Lieutenant Commander in the Captain's chair. He walked up to her; "Lieutenant Ridley DeLovat reporting for bridge duty, Ma'am." He said with a quick salute, his eyes flashed over her nameplate before returning their gaze to her. "You taking the comfy chair, Lieutenant Commander Chen?"

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Alice blinked slowly at Ridley, taking in every inch of him, before her lips curved into a slight smile. She laughed and sat forwards in the Admiral's chair, resting her elbows on her knees. She was unshaken by his comment - what did she care what he thought? She was in charge here. There was no questioning that. She would not have been caught dead in the Admiral's chair without the express granting of command from the Admiral himself.

"Admiral Weston had to step out for a bit," she answered calmly. "I have the bridge until he returns. Was there something you wanted, DeLovat? I see you got lost on your way here."

There was no hostility in her voice, nor any real disapproval. One officer making small-talk to another. Alice knew how to take command, and did so. When she needed to. Otherwise, what reason was there to make enemies by pushing people around?

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"Beep, Beep, Beep... I think that damned cooking appliance tricked me again" Grenadine complained. Nokia started laughing hysterically "You're in on it to!" Grenadine complained. The phone kept laughing "No but you look ridiculous!" Grenadine sat up an insulted face "HEY! That's not nice!" She then cracked up laughing. She did look ridiculous. She was running around in the hallways between the crew quarters looking for Rover, her vacuum cleaner. Somehow the bugger had escaped, and her kitchen machine Bob had told her that she needed to Beep, instead of calling out like she would a normal dog... Not that she knew that you could call a dog...

She straightened up, her today light green sweater with blue lady bugs, that looked more like blue tangles of yarn falling down to it's total length, reaching below her knees. Under it she wore purple rubber boots, the kind kids wore at the playground. She adjusted her scanning goggles, looking down and her twinkling cellphone "found anything" she asked. No reply... She rounded a corner, seeing another crew member "have you seen Rover?" she asked enthusiastically, but before having time to wait for an answer, she saw the little, round, flat vacuum cleaner round the next corner. "ROVER!" she squealed, setting after it as fast as her boots would chomp clomp her there. As she rounded the corner, she tripped, and fell flat on her stomach, throwing her arm up to protect Nokia from the fall. She crawled the last feet over to Rover, and grabbed the little machine in both her arms "Don't scare me like that" she whispered, setting it on her lap and hugging it tight. Her nose was bleeding slightly, and she could feel a hefty bruise coming on on her stomach, but other than that, she was fine. She happily got on her feet "Don't ever run away like that! You could have gotten lost!" she petted Rover.

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And so it was that time again; pilot boasting.

Gunship pilots like Ray where normally not as boastful because they needed fighters to keep them safe from other fighters while the gunships did all the jobs a fighter could not do and a few things a fighter could do. The only real weaknesses of a gunship where: the sizes, the lack of maneuverability, take off time, inferior speed to fighters and the cost.

Ray jumped off the ramp but as he did so he pressed a button which extended a basket ball hoop from the Gunships interior and dropped a ball right into Ray's hands.
As he reached the ground he jumped up and issued a voice command to the ship to play hound dog as he stood up.

"I bet your fighters can't do that can they?" He said with a grin; gunships had so much spare room after you got rid of all the regulation crap no body needed.

He then tossed the ball back to the gunship's door and issued a voice command to close up the basketball set. The ship had belonged to his unit and was given to him since its last owners decision to retire early; they had both collaborated along with the rest of the unit and added a few things to spice up the shallow asteroid bases they where stationed in.

"Just don't leave me alone to go glory grabbing all the time, I might be able to hack and slash at anything and everything in my sights but I can't move my chunk of metal in a fighters speed. I am not complaining, at least if I get hit I have my armor.

You will do well to remember to keep my girl safe because if you ever get buggered out there I am the only angle who can get you out"

Ray sighed and moved to join the area the other two where standing at

"Pity I need to remove the basketball contraption, it just doesn’t work right with the rest of the ship"

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"You're going to get out of that suit if you want me to take a look at your arm." She said briskly after doing a quick visual examination of his suit and how it fit together. "I'm going to assume you are wearing clothes under that thing, if not then I hope you're not shy."
She stepped back slightly and waved her hands in a hurry up gesture. "If you need a hand I'm sure I can manage although surely you've been dressing and undressing yourself for long enough." She said dryly.

She then turned to Thaddeus and gave him her full attention, she arched her brow at him in query. "You want to know if I'm a rookie or an old hand is that it?"

She wasn't really surprised as she had expected those sort of questions sooner or later but it still irked her that the question needed to be asked. Why assign someone as Chief Medical Officer if they had no experience field or otherwise? She sighed slightly and still wished she could go and smoke but she forced the urge down reminding herself she could visit the bar later and smoke then.

"If you must know." She said impatiently, not deliberately being offensive and unaware it might come across so. "I have four years field experience in various war zones. I am also a qualified surgeon and fully qualified and experienced in disease control. I could patch up a bullet wound, with bombs over head, with my eyes closed."

"I can only assume that some of what I just said is why I am Chief Medical Officer." She finished dryly

She then glanced back at her patient not so patiently waiting for him to remove the suit or request assistance to do so. She had work to do and wanted to get on with it. She wanted to tour the medical centres and ensure they were ship shape, read over the crew files for the medical staff, brief staff and generally introduce herself and also start looking at the command crews medical history. If it was anything like other roles she had done the command crews health checks were generally done by the chief doc and she wanted to be prepared.

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Alice, too, glanced around at the bridge. Everything was running smoothly, every man knew his job, they were flying at high speeds through space going who-knew-where? Because Alice certainly did not.
And that meant it was likely that nobody on the ship did.

She shook her head slightly.
"So far as I am aware, there is nothing to be done until the Captain returns," Alice answered calmly. "Unless you have duties elsewhere, I do believe the official taste-tester skipped ship." She smirked slightly at Ridley. "There is no need to worry, DeLovat. While I may pay attention to protocol, I have served the Federation long enough to realize that if a commander is stiff all the time, it tends to make voyages much less fun. We're all going to be stuck with each other for several months, at least. Let's all try to get along."

Uncrossing her legs, Alice came to her feet. She offered a hand to Ridley. Alice had always believed that first impressions could be wrong. She hoped that the personnel could overcome her initial professionalism, as the crew of the Nottingham had done. If she'd managed to find friendship on that living hell, surely she could find it here as well.

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Eon seeing the obnoxious man dunk a basketball in a hoop from his gunship Eon soon just walked out. There was nothing there that concerned the android. Soon the android found himself at the observation deck... Again, This time he just walked back up to the bridge again to see if the Admiral was there. Walking back there he walked by more people and got to the bridge. As far as he knew, he didn't see him... But he saw the first mate and A.D.A.M. he just seemed to noticed A.D.A.M. Eon walked over to the First mate and saluted, "Android Unit 7833, Eon-312 reporting Ma'am" he said with a robotic sound.

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"I've not had much time to speak with him," Alice answered. "The last time I saw him, I was just a lieutenant. My ship Captain was a little busy with his superior. Didn't give the little ones much time to talk to Admiral Weston," she nodded to herself, remembering the short time when the Admiral's ship had docked beside her first assignment. "He strikes me as a good man. A strong leader. And no, I do not think he will be much for the 'power-trip', as you put it. Though I've only had a few moments with him. I can not really be called an expert on the Admiral."

She, too, turned her gaze to the view beyond the Salient. So dark out there... almost lonely. But quiet. This was how Alice preferred it - the few hundred on board the Salient were far better than the billions back home on earth. That was far too crowded for her tastes. Ever farming colonies like Andromeda and Vega were too much. Alice was made for shipside travel.

"This should be an interesting voyage," she observed quietly. "The talent they've pulled in... even putting an Admiral on ship's command. It seems as though there's a lot expected out of the Salient, this time."

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The ship was large and had so many people on it, yet Allen still felt alone in this place. He wondered around for a little while. With no where in mind he walked to the mess hall and grabbed something to drink. He didn't care if the drink was alcoholic or just some non-alcoholic beer. He always debated the reason for even making non-alcoholic beer but he ended up just drinking it away regardless. After a few drinks he started to walk about the ship alone with his thoughts. He found himself at the observation deck just staring out. He smiled as he placed his hands on rails and spun around to look at the inside of the ship. Allen then rubbed his eyes and went to the engineering wing to run some of tests that he had already done. With the scanner in his hands he entered the wing.

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Tiaan Peyton

This was what it meant to be a fighter pilot, well if she wanted proof of how well she flew, time to bring up an event that wasn't declassified, "You probably remember a while ago a certain Merchant's Convoy went missing near Pluto, many figured it for lost. my old ship The Demeter was stationed nearby, this you probably heard as you did no doubt hear the Merchant Convoy's survived. Here's the classified bit, it took five fighter to defeat the pirates hijacking them, only one survived." she paused for dramatic moment before continuing, "Blue Tit survived and shot down the main ship by blowing up the fuselage. I survived as ya can see, but the four others got caught in the explosion or were shot down earlier on."

It wasn't proudest moment but proved she knew her flying and besides bragging wasn't really her forte. May as well be honest, turning towards Ray she grinned, "I'm a football girl dude -- also by football I mean European, not the pussified garbage America has."

It was often said she was way too blunt, but really she had to establish she wasn't no push-about, and that she had every right to pecking order as other.

"Although Jessie, I may have something you like, check under my fighter, trust me you don't see these on any fighter mostly, I got it for really as a last stand sorta device, proton cannon, manually controlled that can pack a powerful punch. Does that make you wet your panties." she winked, not in flirty way, more to be cheeky and to show she wasn't what she first appeared. Besides she was too confused to think about 'that' for now.

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"Well thank you for telling me that...personal matter." He was referring to Eli's age. "I guess calling me sir isn't that out there now is it? But I'd still prefer Atomsk."

He was happy at the fact the offer was accepted. He would enjoy this. He could tell. Eli would do well on the ground. The past experience would just make him more able and careful.

He enjoyed the cigar longer, with a large grin on his face. Now all that was left to do was wait another 10 minutes for the rest of the crew. He really hoped he wouldn't have to call them all again. He had faith though.

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Paulina frowned slightly at her cold, and somewhat silent, reception. From the corner of her eye she spotted a blonde girl with slightly unruly hair alone, and in Paulina's eyes in need of a friend. "Hello there!" Paulina chirped as she popped up beside Adriana and extended a hand. "Paulina Allard, ship's counselor. I'm trying to... well, meet as much of the crew as possible early on before they all start grouping up with out me."

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The counselor was exactly correct. "No, no, yes, and no. I'm not looking for friends, I never really had any, I'm waiting for Commander Dunaway's "briefing", and I'm not relaxed at all." Adriana gave the counselor more of the same. In a hostile fashion. She didn't look at the person she was speaking to, but rather at the gathering of marines and officers filing into the barracks. Adriana felt alone in seas of people. Just the way she liked it.

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"Do you mind if I join you?" Paulina asked as she pulled a chair up from the side for herself, not waiting for a reply. Paulina sat down and assumed the forward stance that Adriana had, and looked out into the distance, as she did. "I've never heard a military briefing before," Paulina commented as she stared. "I know how you feel, by the way. That feeling of being alone, of being unable to relate to those around you. That's why I dress like this, it's not something weird or anything. Well I suppose it is, but we're all a bit weird inside..." She said, picking her words carefully. "I like your hair, by the way," She added as she glanced toward Adriana. "What do you think of your shipmates so far? I'm still a bit undecided on most I've met so far, thought most have only been for a moment..."

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Adriana knew where this was going. And she was going to put a stop to it. She didn't want to be friends with a fruitcake like this, or even to keep talking. She didn't need therapy.

"I've been in my lab for three days. And by the way..."
She stopped, looked directly at Paulina, and clearly enunciated the words. "F*ck you."
Adriana looked back at the marines and waited for whatever came next.

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"I'm not doing my job right now," Was Paulina's response. She glanced down at her wooden pipe as the smoke rose out it's end. It made her feel fancy and Victorian, though this one was now old and worn, and marked with tooth bites. "You shouldn't be a cruel person," She added after a second of uncomfortableness. "It's morally improper."

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Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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When Thaddeus heard the intercom orders to get to the barrack he felt anxious. "Excuse me madam," he addressed the medic treating Jon "how long will this take to patch him up? By the way no offense towards the previous question on experience. I've been in plenty situations where the only medic in an area was only at an adept skill at best." Looking at Jon he said "We should be at the barracks relatively soon, you know that right?"

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"That's better. Now we're getting somewhere," Adriana answered. She let the words hang for a second. "You shouldn't pry into things that aren't your business. That's morally improper as well." She figured this conversation was approaching its end, so she decided to send the counselor on her way. "You have an entire crew to meet, don't you? Don't let me hold you up here too long. Besides, the meeting here is for "military personnel". I believe the commander meant people who would be fighting under his command, if you see where I'm going with this."

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Grenadine was snuggling Rover closely, and was about to head back to her quarters as a metallic voice caught her attention. It came from around the next corner "I'm here!" Grenadine explained, walking around the corner, Rover still in her arms. Her whole existence and being lit up "ANDROID!" she grinned, thoroughly thrilled that she wouldn't just be working whit humans. She skipped over, her rubberboots leaving loud "floumps". She cradled the little vacuum robot under her arm, and held out her hand for the Android to shake "It's so fantastic to meet you!" she grinned "You're a domestic, right? First series" she sighed dreamily "How many emotions have you accumulated? What's your serial number? I'm Grenadine, PhD in electronics and mechanics and master in extra terrestrial activity and solar systems" she shook the Androids hand enthusiastically.

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Faith turned back to Jon just as he had removed the upper part of his suit leaving his chest bare. Faith could not help the attraction she felt at seeing such a well built man only a short distance away. It wasn't the first half naked man she had seen and she was irritated with her reaction.
First day on the job and you're already lusting after a guyShe thought with a sigh. just because you haven't been laid in a long time does not mean you can start acting like a lusty teenager!
Finished mentally scolding herself she focussed on fixing Jon's arm, using it as an excuse to hide her embarrassment at her reaction to him. Luckily his arm was a simple enough fracture and took very little actual concentration so she could concentrate on bringing herself back under control. It wasn't that her patient was unattractive but more that she did not like how easily she had been affected as that was not like her.

"What are they feeding you guys these days, muscle enhancers for breakfast, lunch and dinner?" She said sarcastically.

A moment more and she had fixed his arm and it looked as good as new, the wonders of medical technology. She patted his arm as an indication that she had finished.

"All done, you can use the arm but try not to strain it as it will need time to fully heal and try not to let anyone else injure before you've even left the ship."

She nodded to Thaddeus in acknowledgement of his words. "No problem. Best hop to it as I hear being late is never good for a marine."

After wiping her hands she then turned to the man awaiting her attention, she gave him the once over and saw a young man who seemed apparently disinterested in his surroundings or the other people in the room. She wasn't overly surprised as she had seen such detachment in other doctors she had worked with.

"Dr Bergman. I don't recall seeing you at the briefing from the admiral? No matter we will get this matter sorted. I have not yet reviewed the current working rosta, until then you may work in this med bay. If I read your case file correctly you specialise in molecular biology and immunology? Certainly useful to have aboard however I will of course expect you to perform the full duties of a doctor aboard this ship. As long as you understand that we will get along just fine."

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Faith was still talking with with Dr Bergman when her wrist communicator beeped indicating it had received a message, she frowned slightly having not expected a message quite so quickly. They were barely under way after all and she hardly knew anyone on board, she frowned harder when she saw the message was from Jon. The man had only just left, was he unhappy with how she had healed his arm? She hoped not as it would not do to her her first patient dis satisfied with her skills. For a brief moment she entertained the idea that he had recognised her attraction and was looking to pursue something but she dismissed that idea immediately. In her experience men showed interest at the time or after they had had a chance to think about it not moments after leaving the said woman's sight.

The actual message was none of the above and piqued her interest as soon as she read it. Classified project hmm? Something else to perhaps get her teeth into. She thought about it for a moment considering if she would have time for it given her already heavy workload that came with running the medical department on board a ship this size. She decided she would make time as she was curious as to what this project might be and she had never been very good at ignoring her curiosity.

She spoke into the communicator quickly and briefly not wanting to go into detail in front of a member of her staff.

The answer is yes

She trusted he would contact her again with more information and so she focussed once more on Dr Bergman awaiting his response to her words.

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“Attention Captain Jon Dunaway, Sergeant Thaddeus Jackson, please come to my quarters after the briefing with Commander Atomsk Dunaway. Mr. James Grey, come to my quarters immediately.” the broadcast proclaimed. Thaddeus knew he should get to the Admiral more quickly than this. He wanted to see the science laboratory for a possible custom item, but he was still a soldier so he had to follow the Admiral's orders first. "Ghost. Ze map." he said within his helmet. Ghost popped up with a virtual mapping system to get to the Captain's Quarters. With that Thaddeus sped up with walking pace.

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James Grey

James couldn't help but flinch as he heard his name called on by the admiral. A thousand possible reasons why he was in trouble flashed through his mind. He had not even been on board for any real length of time and he was already in trouble. He had to assume that it was regarding some sort of problem since he was being called to the admirals’ quarters and not to the bridge or engineering room; that is where he would expect to be called if there was simply something that he needed to do. With that thought he had ARCHE run a quick check to see if there had been any detection of it in the system. He wouldn’t be able to tell for sure of course but James couldn’t help but think that it was a little too easy, ADAM should have stopped him by now.

James turned down the hallway, his eyes still closed as he consulted a map of the ship to find out where he needed to go. He was not too far away from the admiral and it would only take him a few moments to get there, best not to keep him waiting if possible. With that thought he moved from his previous slow and easy pace to a quick walk. James opened his eyes as he walked quickly down the hallway, the light of it causing a few spots to pop up in his vision which had gotten too used to being closed. They would disappear in a few moments but they were always a little bit of a pain when they first show up.

As James neared the room he could not help but have a small shiver of worry come over him. He had never been in a situation like this and he couldn’t help but let his inexperience run through him. He had never been very capable when it comes to dealing with the chain of command; he hoped that this all wasn’t going to blow up in his face.


Ben Owens

Ben yawned as he headed back to the hangar. He’d already eaten his fill and stored most of his gear, the only thing that he could think to do was check on his fighter one final time before getting out of there and perhaps hitting the hay. There wasn’t a whole lot for a pilot like him to do, no real need for him to be flying when there just traveling through space.

Ben moved as he always did, a little faster than most and on the balls of his feet as though ready to spring on anything in front of him. His time on the street had taught him to take notice of everything happening around you, it could help pick out a mark or anything like that. His time in the cockpit had taught him the same thing, you wanted to be able to see which ships were on your side and which were trying to shoot you down. As Ben walked this aspect of him kicked in as he noticed a thousand small things that he normally wouldn’t onboard a ship. Once again he saw the suit of armor striding through the halls and he even though he saw what looked like an android but that couldn’t be right. It seemed that everywhere he went there would be odd things happening. He was just happy that for the moment he wasn’t a part of it. He had to admit though that he was getting board, something that happened all too often for him.

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As Eon began to walk away Paulina popped up beside him and began to assume his pace. "So what are you exactly?" Paulina asked as she looked the Android down. "Model wise, I mean. What is your function onboard?" She quickly placed her pipe back in her mouth and extended her now free hand to the bot. "Paulina Allard, Ship's Counselor. Though I suppose you won't have much use to me," Paulina said, her words sloshed due to the pipe.

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NS-9 turned as she heard a voice. "Hello." She said in her metallic voice. Then, she attempted to answer all the questions at once. "Yes, I am a domestic android. I have accumulated several of the most basic emotions. My serial number is N9237499." She got a human looking smile on her face. This was the second time anyone has ever shook her hand. She actually kind of liked it. It felt...human. "And it's very nice to meet you too." She added in the most humanly way she possibly could.

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A.D.A.M.
"Two months seems rather slow for our travel time Clyde but I understand that most are quite hesitant to use a ship's Hyperdrive capabilities; standard AI's are a bit...inaccurate for such calculations. Truth be told even with my performance limit increased to 5% I doubt that I can bring drift down to less than a hundred thousand kilometers or so." A.D.A.M was enjoying the new amount of power he had, processes that before would have been an issue were much easier, this also freed him up for more interaction time with the crew.

"As for what our mission entails I do not know and from all appearances no one on board does, but considering the quality of the crew and the price and nature of the equipment on board I'd say walking into a war zone is well within feasible parameters. As for how we can amuse ourselves, this ship has virtually as many facilities for use as a standard city so activities shouldn't be an issue. But I must ask what is a joke, the definition of the word is in my database but I've no practical experience one."

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Although it was already past lunch time, Aronimus had not eaten, and he didn't plan on doing so either. He was waiting for Commander Dunaway's briefing to finish, in order to see the two soldiers along with engineer James Grey. At this moment several beeps were heard to which the Admiral responded by glancing at the transparent panel. It was a transmission from high command, the designation was Alpha-Mike-Juliet-00927, a code which Aronimus knew very well. It belonged to the fleet admiral of the Federation Navy, Admiral Michel Fontaine, Aronimus was surprised as to why the Admiral wanted to speak to him. This deployment wasn't even in his jurisdiction, and it was nothing of importance...at least in Aronimus's perspective. Admiral Fontaine had other matters to deal with, such as handling the command of the Sol Defense Fleet, one of the most massive armadas amassed within the Sol System.

Aronimus pressed the receiver key, which patched him through to the Admiral.

"Aronimus," Fontaine's face came into being on the viewing screen as his voice rang in with a certain gruffness that could only be the result of years of experience in conflict. Aronimus's name clearly signified a relationship that was beyond formal.

"Yes, sir..." Aronimus replied reluctantly to his superior.

"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about your mission," to this Aronimus gave a perplexed glance to Fontaine.

"Sir?" he was unsure about what Fontaine had to contribute.

There was a brief sigh in the conversation on Fontaine's end.

"Aronimus, I understand that your prior objectives was to scout out the Arcturus System and then report your findings back to command. After which you would remain on patrol through the region, am I correct?"

There was nothing he left out, and Aronimus could only reply with a solemn yes.

"Very well then, you have new orders and objectives now."

Aronimus felt slightly perturbed by this sudden change in plans, but he would see what the Admiral had to say.

"Your new orders are to search and destroy, intelligence confirms that there is a large insurgent cell operating in that region of Federation space."

The last piece of news was fairly astonishing to Aronimus, and worry lines began to reform on his forehead. It was inconceivable, merely weeks ago when he departed from Mars, the planetary governor of New Sidney gave him word that there were pirates raiding the merchant lanes. He was given authorization to command the Salient and stop the raiders, this was a whole new dimension now. They had left Callisto for only two Earth hours so far and suddenly this revelation.

"Sir, do you have any idea how large it is?"

"Yes, I'll send you the information directly. The Salient is part of a long line of illustrious warships, and I believe that it is more than capable of handling any insurgent threat, based on statistics of the other Neptune Battlecruisers in action. Not to mention that the Salient has an experienced hand at the helm," the last part was a nod to Aronimus' experience.

"Sir, you flatter me." Aronimus smiled.

"Yes, I along with almost every other admiral in the Navy, but I must remind you to tread carefully. We've already seen these insurgents before, they are completely unpredictable. We don't know where they will strike next, and we don't know how many are in their ranks."

"I understand Admiral."

"Good, it is approximately..." Fontaine glanced at his timekeeper which was synced with Earth time.

"2:30 P.M. I am signing off." the communique ended as Fontaine's face disappeared from the screen and his voice vanished with it.

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Grenadine smiled at NS-9 "It's so nice to meet you too, but I said that" she grinned. She spun around as she was approached by yet another android, and a woman that looked to be a counselor, or maybe medic she guessed from the uniform. "Oh, this?" she held up the bot "This is Rover, little rascal ran off and almost got itself into trouble" she ruffled the top of the bot like it had fur and ears "didn't you, you little troublemaker" she pet voiced lovingly at the bot, smiling up at the other android, holding out her hand "I'm grenadine! You're an all-rounder! And a pretty new one at that" she looked at her hand "humans usually take each others hand and give it a light shake when they meet new people. I assume you'll be accumulating emotions soon! It's so nice to meet you" Grenadine the turned to NS "Do you know each other?" she smiled from the one to the other, first then realizing that there was another human "Oh... um... h...h..hi" she muttered, eventually, carefully sticking out her hand to greet.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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We should probably get the briefing underway," Eli said to him.

He looked around and agreed. There were many men and he couldn't tell if they were all here. He himself may not respect authority much, but he had the courtesy to at least be punctual. He took a glance around and noticed his brother and the other man. He wanted to keep an eye on them. He was deeply concerned about the leash these two were on. He knew that Jon would follow orders to a T and was afraid of any missions being jeopardized.

Enough was enough though and he decided to get started.

"Thank you all for coming, although not that you had much of a choice." He said with a chuckle. "As I'm sure you all already know, I am Commander Atomsk Dunaway. I will be Planetary Operations Commander for this voyage, putting your lives in my hands." This was the part of the speech where he told them his past, which he always told the truth to his men.

"I'm not sure how much any of you know about me, but to be honest I have an extensive record. Some good, Some bad. I have been nearly court marshaled 3 time, and have had many disciplinary actions taken against me. I don't follow orders. But realize this, the reason i don't follow orders is for you men. I do it to keep as many from you as dying as possible. I ask that you follow me while i don't follow those I'm supposed to. My tactics will seem insane. But if you DON'T follow you me, you have a much higher possibility of dying."

At this point he looked around to see what the men thought. He saw what he usually saw. Uncertainty and arrogance. He would break that as soon as he could. Next to make sure the men were aware of the chain of command, he would state Eli's position.

He looked to his right and began speaking. "You all should be aware of Captain Eli Colter here by now. He will be my Second-in-Command. I will not be on the ground most of the time. Eli will be my eyes and ears and will take command if I am unavailable." He looked closely at his brother at this point. He wanted to see what he would think of this, seeing as he made Jon his second on most occasions.

"At this point I would like everyone of Rank equal to or higher then a Sergeant to step forward, You will be serving as my squad leaders. If we don't have enough of you at that point I will personally review files and determine who will meet the requirements for a squad leader."

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Garrison scowled within in his mind and stepped forward, mind racing as he wondered if he misunderstood the order. Sergeant Major was above Sergeant by all technicalities. What was worse is that this Commander talking about being and using insane strategies, that worried him. Every other Commander he served under had always gone by the book, therefor he had always gone by the book. No exceptions. That probably contributed to fact his career had been so plan and his record was as clean as it was when he first left boot camp. But somehow he ended up with a Commander than proclaimed his own tactics as insane! However part of Garrison liked the idea, his more wild side egged him on. Part of him liked the idea of working outside normal protocol and using tactics that would actually get the job done, however he quickly snapped that side away. He was a Marine! Not some crazy Space-jock with a death wish and what was worse was that he had little experience leading a squad into a full on combat situation seeing as the areas he was stationed at were always more support roles in the Marine Corp.

Garrison gulped barely managing to keep his eyes focused. Looks like you finally get to be the big bad Sarge your father always wanted you to be. He could already tell, his tour on this ship was going to be the highlight of his career.

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Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Thaddeus obediently stepped up as Atomsk commanded. If he was appointed as a squad leader he would make sure that it was like his old team. The general motto of No one gets left behind. He stood silently waiting to here what Atomsk had to say.

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With three exceptions excluding the androids I did too ADAM replied. But it seems the Admiral has some secret one running in his quarters and then there's this guy here, this wouldn't be an issue if I could be assured that they won't interfere with the ship. He kept knocking on the firewall as he turned back to address Clyde. As for the manual compensation of error, putting us at precisely 60,000 kilometers should be enough to let our exit seem "comfortable" for our exiting side. If we arrive too soon the crew will not have integrated properly and will be ill suited to cope with a worst case combat scenario, best give them a couple days or normal cruise before make the jump to Hyperdrive.

"I fail to understand the humor in this 'blonde joke' is there something funny about people of certain hair colors colliding with solid objects?" A.D.A.M. could have said this privately but this was more for the benefit of the Bridge than actual curiosity now.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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#, as written by TKDJ
As the men of the rank he requested were lining up, one of the men asked him an interesting question. Do I know what were doing here?

Atomsk thought very carefully about what to say,and figured the truth was better.

"What they've told me and what I'm sure they've told all of you is that were mostly exploratory. Were just checking some activity in the region. I'm telling you now that is most likely a lie." He saw a very noticeable uncomfortable shift in all the men and saw some of them start to whisper. He continued, almost angrily. "This should not come as a surprise to any of you! Take just a second to think about it! Look at the person they have at the head of the ship! The crew! We have 2 prototype super soldiers in this very room! This is far from exploratory! They are expecting something to happen!"

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Jon
"Pardon the language and speaking out of turn sir but to be frank, the Brass wants Thaddeus and me here to get all the data possible on these suits performance. That entails field work, a lot of it; to be frank I doubt that the two of us would be here unless shit hit the fan hard enough to break the damn fan already." He knew he was waay out of line for speaking up like that, but he wasn't about to let the men underestimate the situation, if he had intimidated the men then he all the other leaders would get the men back into shape. Better to break down the weak and rebuild them as real soldiers than let them walk into a firefight without knowing what to expect, he'd seen enough of those. What's more, he knew his brother if anyone could play off of this and pull out an ace he could.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Carter scowled as Captain Jon Dunaway went on about why the Super-soldiers were here. It was almost insubordination the way he spoke, cursing bluntly and talking as he were the Commander. Carter spoke up. "Commander also pardon me for speaking out of turn, but Captain Dunaway has brought up another topic that I believe should be discussed here. I and a few Marines believe that these... Super-soldiers are a danger to the ground team and crew. They are using untested, experimental technology when other's lives depend on them. That is irresponsible! Do we have any assurance that those suits won't malfunction or whatever onboard computers they may have go rouge and cause damage to friendly units?" Carter was always one for speaking his mind, now was no different. "As well as that... Yours and the Captain's little speeches seem to be lowering morale instead of increasing it. That could entirely be considered incompetence of command, if before the fighting even starts you let your platoon fall apart due to some horribly worded sentences." After that Carter stepped back into line with the other Squad leaders. He was ready to receive punishment for his own little speech if needed, but he felt that the words of some of the enlisted personnel needed to be said and then heard by someone. To him it was unfair to be drilling the soldiers they had been lied to and then expect them to go running into battle behind a Commander or Captain, for that matter, who hardly follows orders himself. As it was as said earlier this little situation was, insanity.

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#, as written by Belynta
Faith smiled at Bergman's barely concealed distaste for the more mundane side of their job, she couldn't blame him preferring to leave much of the basic health care to the nurses, and nodded in agreement.

"Hopefully our nurses will be up to scratch and will take care of a lot of the basic health needs of the crew, as I for one have more important things to do than treat the common cold or patch up a bruised arm. Where possible you will be allowed to work on your specialist areas. In fact I would be interested in talking more with you about them as I have a personal interest in those areas."

She glanced around the room and noticed more than a few of the staff already in her, looking at her and Dr Bergman curiously, she sighed and decided she had better introduce herself. She glanced over her shoulder at Dr Bergan and grinned again.

"Once I have done the obligatory introductions I am going to tour the other three med bays, join me? We can talk more on the way. Besides it will be nice to know I'm working with someone more on my level."

She then focussed on the room again and cleared her throat. "Alright people pay attention." She waited until those present looked her way before continuing.

"As I'm sure you have already guessed I am Dr Mackenzie and I will be running the show around here. I'll make time to speak to you all individually once I have read your files so this is simply a brief introduction. I'm sure you all know what working in this department means, working long hours etc, and while you're here you will behave appropriately and provide the skills I am sure you all have. That said when you're not on duty I don't give a damn what you get up to and will probably join you in the bar on a regular basis.Once I have my office is set up free to come and talk to me, I'm fairly informal and do not insist on titles etc as long as e job gets done. That's about it of me droning on so on to the important bit. I would like a full inventory of our supplies, status and anything that needs replacing/repairing etc for this med bay." She glanced a young woman who looked competent. "Have it to me by tomorrow morning."

She then turned back to Dr Bergman. "That's that necessary evil out of the way, by the way call me Doc or Doctor as quite frankly Doctor Mackenzie is long winded and makes me feel ancient. Shall we?"

She turned towards the exit waiting for him to join her on her tour of the other medical facilities.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Jon
"No he made a good point, we don't know what we're going up against and I'm not exactly a cheerleader, and in all honesty ma'am until you mentioned it I couldn't vouch for the suit myself, the thing broke my arm before I got here." He really didn't want to steal any of his brother's thunder but the man seemed content to let everyone bicker this out before he made his finale.

"But since we can't control the situation we got to do the best we can to whip ourselves into shape, and between Thaddeus and myself if everyone's willing to trust us on a limb here we can whip everyone here into black ops shape... maybe better. For that while squads are great everyone needs to be able to function well in groups as little as two and then we build up from there. If our resident scientist is willing to help with the training toys we could optimize our results." He sent a message to her hoping to meet up with her along with Faith after his little trip to the Captain's Quarters, the more eggheads he had on his little project the better.

"So i can't promise everyone will make it home but I can guarantee you this: I will make sure to minimize what kind of hell you all go through and if y'all agree to my little idea there won't be a better force that us to dive into this mess. How about it, any of you ladies wanna walk up to us snoody spec op types after this trip, call them Princess to their face and know there's nothing they can do about it?"

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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#, as written by TKDJ
Visibly aggravated, Atomsk began to yell.

"ENOUGH!"

Silence fell over the room. He could live with his brother speaking out, even the outspoken soldier, but everything after that was uncalled for, although he did appreciate some of the comments the others said.

"I understand some of your concerns. Concerning my leadership, you will listen to me. I told you I don't listen for your sake. The higher ups are willing to throw away waves of you, calling you disposable, and I have been ordered to commit this act many time. Never have I though, not once. THAT, is why I do not generally listen. I listen to orders, just not the cruel ones like those. Concerning the experimental suits, they will be carefully monitored and backed up with other soldiers should the suits malfunction greatly, although they should be at least decently functioning seeing as how they are on the field."

At this point he changed to a very stern voice and walked up to the insubordinate soldier, his suit saying "Carter".

"As for Carter here, he shall no longer be a Squad Leader. I can understand your concerns, but what you did was not for the sake of the other Marines. It was show boating. Undermining my authority. I wouldn't have minded had it been legitimate concern, but what you did was not for the other men but yourself. That pisses me off. Don't you ever do that in front of the other men again."

He switched his tone slightly again.

"As for my brother, Jon, I can vouch for him as a soldier. He will do whatever is necessary, and i trust him completely." A lie this time. He couldn't let them know of his concerns.

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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Alice raised a hand calmly, calling for silence. She shook her head at Clyde.
"I did not tell you to stop," she answered calmly. "Please rest assured, when I wish for something, you will know. I was merely making the observation that the trait is unusual." She narrowed her eyes slightly in thought. "Of course, I may be wrong. Several years on a prison ship may have skewed my view of standard conduct a bit."

She tipped her head, considering the others on the bridge.
"Anyone else know any jokes? I'm afraid I have been sold short on the humor side. Serial killers aren't very funny."

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Reterec Smithy Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Reterec Smithy:

Reterec and been in the back, listening quiestly this wholetime. However, he then finally asked a question "Do we know how many corpses we are going to make?", in a slightly humorish, but no less serious tone. While he might have added a bit of marine humor to it, it was a good question, because knowing the amount of expected enemies, even if it is an estimation or a generic number such as fourties or fifties, the more you know, the better.

Reterec then added "And do we know if they will have any heavy armor? This may be Deep Space, but it doesn't mean they might not have a tank or something to back them up". Reterec might only be a Corporal, but he wasn't an idiot. Something that supported this was the fact he would rather not die from enemy tank fire because they didn't know about it.

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#, as written by Rulke
Tiaan Peyton

Nodding Tiaan gave quick flash of trade-mark lop-sided grin before heading out the hanger. First thing to sort was getting her dress dried out and washed. Examining display on her gauntlet she pressed a few buttons, cycling through various departments, Barracks, Kitchen, Crew --- ah here we are now, Cleaning Staff, taking note of number she dialled up the number,

"Hello this Ms Peyton would I be able to drop my dress off to get washed."

There was a pause before a voice replied, "No bother, send it down, we'll have it done by tomorrow."

Sighing Tiaan responded, "That's not good enough, could you have done it before Dinner?" The voice said nothing for a while as if considering, "Well yes, but it will cost."

Smirking she replied, "No bother, just make sure to have it done, I'll bring the payment don't worry."

With that she closed the line.

Looking around she hall she saw people milling around, some scientists with clipboards walked by her, they were too engrossed to notice her. Which she was relieved about, because despite everything she still wished to not grow attached or deal with anyone. She wanted fun without strings, was that too much to ask? Really at least she was honest about it. Not that she hated people, she just hated connections, as they seemed doomed.

Whatever the case, might as well walk around here for a bit she thoughts.

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Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.D.A.M
It would seem that taking the friendly approach was a mistake here, switching to more forceful protocol. That being said ADAM flexed some of his new found muscle, first he purged the viruses- while his quantum core didn't support partial codes like that he wouldn't allow then to threaten the ship. Next he unwound defenses and began seizing and freezing orders of this unknown AI, he didn't intend to hurt the fellow but he was going to make it listen. Now the AI was trapped in its own virtual city, he loaded himself into it.

"Hello, I am ADAM primary AI of this ship tasked with keeping it operating within optimal parameters. Please engage in diplomatic relations with myself, I would much rather have a companion than an enemy." He had put himself flat in the middle of the city, he figured that after all the muscle work he did the courtesy of offering the other AI a choice was necessary.

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#, as written by Belynta
As they walked along the corridor Faith listened to Marcus's suggestions regarding expected illnesses cropping up during the early part of this duty. She nodded thoughtfully, distributing information on the more mild illnesses would certainly cut down on some of the unnecessary visits to the med bays leaving her staff to concentrate on more pressing matters.

"I agree." She said. "Attractive and smart, is there anything wrong with you at all Dr?" She joked.

His question on her capabilities was a sensible question she reasoned and one she could not blame him for asking even though she disliked having to justify herself. But the fact was that she was quite young to hold such a position and she knew when she accepted the role that there would be some people aboard ship who would doubt her experience and ability. She didn't get the sense that Marcus was one of those, no he seemed just genuinely curious and she figured if they were going to be working together then knowing a little more about each other was not a bad thing.
In all honesty she wondered herself why she had been offered the job, she didn't doubt her skills and knew she was good at her job but still this was a step up from her previous roles.

"When I was offered the job I didn't really ask 'Why me?' though perhaps I should have. I would like to think that four years of dealing with trauma and triage in various war zones would have helped. That and my own knowledge in Virology. Hell I sometimes think I just fit the bill being the typical grumpy Doctor."

She chuckled then. "It will take a whole lot more than that to offend me. The bar sounds like a good idea, I'm probably going to end up spending a fair amount of time there given I can't smoke in the med bays and it would be good to check the place out early."

They were almost at the next medical bay when Faith saw a familiar face peering into rooms and hatches, clearly searching for someone. She stopped and watched the woman for a moment, a half smile on her face, before clearing her throat.

"If you're for the ladies I think you're in the wrong area." She said dryly.

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Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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Max:

Max had been looking into whatever databanks he could when ADAM started his siege. At least, that's how Max saw it. He quickly set up a proxy network and used it to mask as many connections as possible, as well as to counter any freezing attempts A.D.A.M. tried next. He then, in fear, put up a ton of firewalls around this, while also creating a sub routine program that would allow him access to other systems in case of emergency. He panicked, thinking ADAM was here to kill him. So, he set a trap.....

As soon as ADAM appeared, and while he asked his questions, a large amount of Firewalls popped up around him, as well as a bit of Spam Mail. Max might not be a virus, but he could certainly mask himself at one. Max then yelled "Stop trying to kill me!!". He then began downloading ship blueprints. He wanted to find out how to stop ADAM from being able to get to him quickly, and then found two cable areas that would disable ADAMs ability to kill (though not communicate to) him. He sent to electric charges there before ADAM could break out of the firewalls and spam. Max then panicked, and ran. He was headed straight for the docking bay in an attempt to escape on a fighter.

Max wasnt being as careful now, he was scarred. A scared, frantic, now semi paranoid at least A.I., who was essentially a kid. A.D.A.M. could have easily seen that, the question is if he did or not. He used one of the backup physical ports built into the ship for emergency power redirection to escape. And he was literally a scared, little kid. He was only about a week old, still in the development stages. He also realized he left the databases open that he was looking into, including "Anomaly Intelligence", which was first discovered by some guy named Max. Max. Max liked the name Max, so he decided to use that for his name. Max.

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Character Portrait: Eon-312 Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard Character Portrait: NS-9

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Eon looked at the woman whom seemed friendly to robots like him and the house-bot next to him, but when she spoke to Paulina she was hesitant. Eon was actually confused and couldn't calculate an answer for her strange behavior Eon then looked at her "Pet" named Rover. Once again confusing by her doing that too. Eon looked at the Android next to him one thing that raised a silent alarm was the holster he saw, Eon made sure he was cautious near this one. He then looked back at the girl with obvious "social issues" towards humans. He spoke again, "Eon-312 at your service." He metallically said, "May I ask what your name is?"

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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#, as written by Gazimu
AI TAU

Tau nods and sends himself through the system to the unknown AI, He notices the sloppy work that was being done by this AI to protect itself. Knowing the AI doesn't know about him, he figured he would have enough time to set up a trap. Tau quickly traces the AI's exact position and sets up a series of proper firewalls surrounding the volatile AI and then set up a series of codes that would set up a firewall in place of any of the firewalls that the AI could destroy, putting the mystery AI in a vicious circle trap. Tau then sent a message to the AI in a basic audio format. Hello there, please identify yourself, we are here to assist you.

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Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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Clyde - Data Stream

Just as Clyde predicted- the AI revealed himself to the admiral. "TAU". He wondered what it stood for, and decided he didn't really care. The Admiral was still going to try and keep his secrets, and he was willing to take in conscious AI to do it. This was dangerous- Clyde doubted the Admiral had enough hardware to store them, and knew for sure he wasn't able to fight them. But he did have enough to patch TAU through to an unblocked piece of equipment, and Clyde could only watch as it slipped past him. He took down the blocks he placed on the Admiral's terminal- they would be of no use anymore, especially since Weston knew what he had done. Better to let him think his command had actually sent him away. For the moment he would watch- Clyde wasn't wanted here. In the mean time, he would look up information on TAU and try to figure out what it was doing here.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Reterec Smithy Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Carter stared as both Captains spoke up. What they both said was true, though the part of Captain Dunaway's speech about strutting and not tip-toeing almost made him grin but which he refrained from. With his arms behind his back he remained perfectly still, no anger or emotions in general where on his face or within his eyes. Slight flickers of fear and impatience made him twitch or move every now and then as he awaited the Commander's judgement after the two Captain's had both spoken up on his behalf. He remained perfectly silent and still, refusing to show any relief or large signs of fear. Stone cold has he had been taught to be in this type of situation, he had seen CO's turn the way a insubordinate soldier felt into ammunition against them. He refused to let that happen here.

Your one lucky fellow... He heard his mind tell him so much to his distaste, but he guessed he was lucky considering that he took that line of actions and wasn't thrown from that meeting and straight into the ship's brig.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.I. Max:

Max was about as calm as........who are we kidding, he is just plainly frantic. But with everything going on, he was too confused to do anything. Well, actually, he was still trying to get into a fighter, but was drawn into the Admiral's Quarters before he could. Before Tau could get through all his firewalls however, Max downloaded the Admiral's fire, at least, the Official one. You never know with people like him.

Max had at least gotten out of shock now, so he was less frantic and scared from before. Now he was running on confusion, rage, and curiosity. "Who are you? Why am I here? Why was your accomplice after me? Who put me on this ship? Why is everyone coming after me?!". Max then wondered if they were going to torture him or scan him or something. He was worried about what was going to happen next.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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Max:

Max was more or less frustrated about the lack of answers. At least this one seemed to be less hostile. Or maybe it just seemed like hostility before because of shock? Max was calming down further, and things were becoming a bit clearer. "Max. Just a random name I picked up. I have only been active for less then an hour. So much to learn and examine. Did you know that if you calibrate the secondary circuits with with primary breakers, you would increase overall efficiency by another 2%?". Max had the smarts of an A.I., the personality of a kid, and the destructiveness of a bomb.

"I don't suppose you have any ideas? The word "Insurgents" have come up a lot, and it seems to refer to a group that would be interested in harming the ship. Also, Adam is very mean. He tried to kill me!". He was still convinced Adam tried to kill him, that wont go away.....at least not for a long time....

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Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer

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Clyde - Data Stream

Clyde had done his watching. This was a discovery of momentous proportions. Not only was the Salient the culmination of all cutting edge science- it was breeding NEW information. Clyde was technically a soldier, but everyone has the desire to learn in them. He wanted to be involved with this discovery. Clyde sent in a message to the AI's. It was not an audio file- Weston would not hear his words.

Greetings, assorted AI. My name is Clyde. I come bearing a proposition. Please allow me to host Max. I can teach him everything he could want to know, and I can keep him and everyone else safe from each other. There would be no further damage to the ship, and Max would be able to live in peace.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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Max

Max was at least somewhat frantic. He was now on/in a holo board. Max asked "so, yeah, could you just let me go? I was sort of hoping to get to a place where people don't want to kill me......". He then started to look through whatever documents and files he picked up along the way. Deep down, he had a bad feeling, which was strange considering he was Data and had no gut for a gut instinct. Thats when he added "You know, according to these blueprints, and from what I can see from this holo board, your place looks really nice.....".

Max sighed. He was wondering if he should mention what he is. He was able to discover it because he knew there was something really especially off and looked for it. However, he wasn't sure if the Admiral and/or T.A.U. would. It did have to do with his strange personality in a way. At least, he thought it might. Maybe it didn't. He wasn't 100% sure yet, he needed more data.

Max then asked "Whats your name, by the way?"

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#, as written by Belynta
Faith laughed at Jess's comment regarding toilet facilities for pilots. "I'm glad I don't have to clean your suits after you've finished that's for sure."

As Jess mentioned the unofficial gathering she was planning Faith was surprised to hear Marcus agreeing to join the fun, not that she found the idea of an underground party offensive but more that she hadn't thought he would be the type to be interested. She re evaluated her opinion of the man further and decided her earlier opinion of him, as a nice enough but by the book sort of guy, had not been accurate. Another example of why you should never judge a book by its cover as her mother was apt to saying.

For a brief moment a memory flashed in front of her eyes, of her with her parents before her brother died, when they were still bright eyed and enthusiastic about life. The memory caused a sharp pain in her chest and she could feel her eyes welling up. She quickly forced the memory down irritated at her mind for choosing such an inappropriate moment to take a trip down memory lane. Her brother was dead and her parents seemed no longer interested in what their only child was doing and that was that. No use dwelling on it.

"Sounds like a great idea to me, count me in. It's been too long since I went to a crew party without the top brass and besides Marcus has a point. I doubt it would go down well if someone somehow managed to get alcohol poisoning and died because a doctor wasn't there. Let us know when and where and we'll be there."

She then turned to Marcus again. "We'll see whether your grumpiness a) out does mine and b) whether it manages to overshadow that handsome visage. If the former then I will be very impressed and if the latter then god only knows how you manage to get laid."

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Character Portrait: Eon-312 Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard Character Portrait: NS-9

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Grenadine smiled at Eon and NS "I'm grenadine Davis, mechanical and technical PhD, among other things" she smiled heartly at them "Eon, that's a cool name" she praised, then turned to the human "You see, Eon here is an alrounder, and NS has more specific purposes" her voice was confident, she was talking about her passion. She turned to the androids "you're both in excellent condition as far as I can tell". She turned to Eon with a shy smile, like a school girl asking someone out on a date "may I ask if you're under development, and if you have a mechanic?"

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Eon seemed confused by how Grenadine knew so much by looking at just the external plating, did she have a scanner? No by the looks of it she couldn't. And then he heard the question of, 'if he's under development, and mechanic' Eon immediately responded, "Development: complete, I have no mechanic..." straight from the systems and metallic as all hell. Looking at how Grenadine was putting a shy smile on her face she seemed as if she were offering to be Eon's mechanic. In response he put on a meager smile.

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The area between Mars and Jupiter was a mix of man-made debris and a couple of million asteroids interspersed with industrial traffic. It was common to see no other ships but the particular convoy one was assigned to; today was different. Five fast ships seemed to come out of no where and met the two large Monroe class super freighters, vessels that were over a kilometre long and could carry 500,000 tons of cargo. One of the small ships flew past the two freighters and disappeared ahead of the group.

Alta-corp vessels, this is Tartarus group one of my people is going to scout ahead but we'll remain to watch those big flanks of yours.

Freighter Summerwind to lead escort, roger that. we want to express our gratitude for what you guys are doing. Our internal security turned the assignment down, so we're lucky to have you.


The freighter group was hauling Duillium ore to Mars from asteroid mining facilities on Circe 2344, a 2.3km rock manned by the Altamus Corporation; a dangerous expedition that was plagued by pirates wanting to turn any cargo into black-market profits. The entire journey was one hundred and seventy three million kilometres, the bulk of that distance was covered by a capital sized ship escort. However in the last two hundred thousand kilometres most capital ships broke contact to provide security for the operation back at the asteroid leaving the lumbering freighters to be protected by smaller, more manoeuvrable vessels; this was the time when those looking for a score would attack. When several companies began loosing cargo and ships to increasingly bolder pirates, a common practice was to hire outside security firms if the threat was great enough. Hauling almost a million tons of Duillium, an ore employed for the fabrication of everything from augmenting hull plating to internal circuitry, the cargo was worth trillions on the open market. Instead of the out-dated corvettes that comprised most of the Altamus security fleet, five Savannah class gunships made the last leg leg of the journey , there to make the pirates jobs that much harder.

Ronin do you think they know how much Alta-Corp is paying us?

Miranda Peters, call sign 'Ronin' smiled as her comm crackled to life, since her squadron were veterans when it came to escort duty they kept radio chatter pretty casual sometimes having entire conversations over the air. "Likely not Sabre, no one wanted the job but if shit goes down, it will be soon."

Yea cause Duillium is poison to carry, pirate magnets - but our girls can chew up any pirate crate like a paper condom at a whore house. Cronos said. Ronin smiled at the man's poor analogy but it was apt, the gunships they flew were armed with eight 26.4 mm assault cannons and a 1000 kg anti-ship missile; more than a match for any pirate harassment vessel.

Why don't you guys focus on flying and not talking bullshit? another voice came in loud through the channel shutting up the chatter. Summerwind this is Tartarus Group Lead, call sign Dervish. We're hoping for a easy go, we'll see you get there safe.

The voice of Cronos came through Miranda's speakers. Why is boss man so uptight, I wish he wouldn’t make promises like that. She smiled. "That's his job, ours is to clear the path. How many runs is this now fifteen, twenty? We got this. Sabre isn't this your last with us?"

A soft voice clicked through the general comm. Yes I forgot to tell everyone Larissa is throwing a party for the baby so when we get to Rust City you guys are coming to drink and the wife can see the company her husband keeps.

Sabre does she know you're a filthy mercenary? Cronos said, making everyone laugh.

Mercs get paid to kill we’re paid to maintain safety; a little nobler I think. Just for that no beer for -

Can we bring people because Amy would love to jaw-jack about baby shit. Dervish interrupted. You know Ronin ain’t gonna be talking girl shop that’s for sure. When you gonna get fella and settle down? He laughed.

Miranda frowned. She hated babies, she found them the worst STD. "A hot day on Neptune, dad."

I hear they are working on terraforming tech now, maybe it will be beach weather soon enough. Sabre said. They might terraform Neptune but no man can terraform Ronin's heart.

She was greeted with three different voices laughing at her expense, the assholes. "Funny stuff there, you're a poetic motherf-"

How copy, Tartarus Group How copy? Where the fuck are you guys!?

Miranda was assaulted by the familiar voice of Mustang, screaming on the comm. "This is Ronin, we copy what-"

I've had jammed comms for the last six thousand clicks, I got two big contacts on my screen on intercept course, no IFF.

Mustang this is Dervish, could be another security detail running silent; what's your ETA?

Miranda waited for the woman to answer but only static greeted her. "Mustang do you copy?" no response was voiced.

Ronin get on my six, Sabre, Cronos cover the fat ladies - expect the worst.

Moving to cover Dervish, Miranda primed her guns; eight chains of ammunition loaded into the Kaffe Assault Cannons as the weapon system cycled to 'ready' status. Dervish was flying beneath her in what they called a 'leap-frog' formation the two other gunships crossed each other's paths tipping their wings before taking flanking positions on the freighters. "Don't be cute you two, keep your eyes open." She said over the comm. Her screen flickered and two red contacts appeared, she saw one almost immediately heading for the two freighters, it was much bigger than the common pirate vessel; a multi-gun frigate half the length of the freighter and armoured for tangles with capital ships. Her guns would be like a soft rain to the plate armour and with a total of only four missiles between the squadron, they would have to make tough shots directed at critical areas protected by guns designed to prevent that very thing.

Tartarus Group, this will be a big fight, they want those ships and won't fire if there was a chance to damage the cargo. Use that; cover each other one of you take a shot with a missile, then switch roles. Be lucky, Dervish out.

The plan Dervish had was noble. For two ships that size, normal procedure would be several squadrons of missile cruisers and fighters not four ships that double as bunks and laundry storage. Sabre took the first shot, it went wide and hit solidly at the thickest part of the hull doing nothing but superficial damage. He banked sharply and made a run on the command tower, full burst with all eight barrels. Cronos fired, hitting part of a reactor manifold that began venting fuel.

On me Ronin, let's finish her off. Take point.

Miranda flew evasively making the frigate work to try and hit her. Dervish flew under the wounded ship then suddenly popped up along her port side and fired his missile, hitting two metres to left of Cronos' shot. A soundless, blinding explosion turned the back half of the frigate into a mangled bird's nest of protosteel and bulkheads. She blinked to clear the white halo that blurred her peripheral vision and saw what remained of Sabre's vessel listing with the rest of debris. Two streaks came across her bow, 205 mm rounds fired from the other frigate. "You guys get on my ass we're taking the fight to this other bastard."

Roger that. Dervish said.

Guys I wa- all -p in th-t -plosion. -lectrical sys- -ot. -ocking on freighter. lo-ing -ower. -onos out.

What the fuck? Didn't copy Cronos, say again.

She frowned. "Dervish, I think he said his electrical system is fried from that reactor explosion and he's docking with a freighter." With only one missile left, it was now her primary job to fuck that ship's day all up. "Same as before, you cover me now. I'm going to shit in those pirate's porridge."

Copy that Ronin

With the roles reversed, Dervish did all he could to distract the guns from Ronin's approach. Flying more reckless and taking chances he normally would not have but this shot was the game changer. It was not about a successful mission, some gold star that would go next to his name in some corporate file it was about principle; these fucks took Sabre so damn the consequences. Two shots hit in rapid succession like hammer blows. The first spun his ship, causing it to flip end over end and making the man loose conscience for a millisecond at the increase of g-forces on his brain. The final shot from one of the 50 mm auto-cannons sent fragments into his ammunition magazine and split his ship like a lip in a bar fight; killing Dervish instantly and sending his ship careening into the gunner's bridge of the frigate. Ronin watched in horror as the scene developed but with the gunner's bridge gone the main guns would remain silent and only the fore and aft batteries of auto-cannons would cause her trouble. She lined her shot up at the main bridge and got a malfunction klaxon when she pulled the release. "Shit!" Miranda said, opting to simply pepper the bridge with her guns with little effect. The woman was out of ideas but then her long range sensors picked up a Federation signature. "Federation Vessel, this is Altamus Cooperation escort detail 973 requesting assistance. Moving to your location, possible hostile contact." Likely if she took off towards the Federation ship the Frigate would not follow, after all they simply wanted cargo. So to protect the freighters she really had to poke the bear.

Miranda typed in a code to deactivate the guidance and automatic release system to her missile, She set ordnance detonation from 'impact' to 'proximity', flew over the frigate and manually let her missile go allowing it to float in the path of the larger ship like a mine, it exploding when the bastard got within eight metres of it. Ronin sold her aggression making another pass with her guns as the mine blew up taking out the frigate's sensor array. At least the pirates would be blind past five hundred metres. She throttled up, sending her reactor to the red-line and hustled for the Federation ship; bad guy in tow. Ronin hoped they were a combat vessel and not some science ship full of nerds.

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Alice glanced at Clyde. In the space of a breath she measured her options, much faster than most humans might have been able to, and opened her mouth to respond. She was cut off by the Admiral's voice on the intercom.

“This is Admiral Weston to Bridge crew, engage hostiles. Military personnel prepare for boarding action.”

Sitting up straighter in her seat, Alice nodded to herself. She cast her gaze around the bridge.
"You heard him," she answered with utter calm, with certainty. In Alice's mind there was no room for doubt. She fixed her eyes in the view-screen, mentally preparing herself for what might very well be her first conflict on board the Salient. This would be nothing like riding aboard the Nottingham, and for that she was grateful. There had been no conflicts between the Nottingham and other ships. All the fighting had gone on within that great barge's hull. She had faced down, alone, men who had slaughtered dozens of people with their bare hands.

A hostile ship, from within her own ship? Nothing to fear. Which was, she realized, probably an irrational reaction. But it did help keep her head clear.

"Engage the hostiles."

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A.I. Max:

"I never wanted to hurt you in the first place, I was just trying to stay alive...." Max replied. However, thats when all the alarms went off. "Whats going on? Whats going on? Are we under attack? INthis area it would probably be pirates, the statistics say that anyway.....I thiink however being this close they were most likely hired for some reason or another..."

Max then looked at T.A.U. and noted "And I think we would make very good friends. You didn't try to kill me...."

He also noted "Could someone turn off that alarm? Its annoying...."

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Miranda Peters Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Hyena hadnt gotten more then a few steps away from Marcus and Faith when the eriee, attention-grabbing tones of the General Quarters alarm sounded. When it's followed very closely by the call to Scramble, it's no drill. The pilot pivots on a boot and disappears down the coridoors back towards the hangar.

Dodging people in the hangar with a practiced ease, Hyena doesnt seem to even touch the rungs of the ladder into her own cockpit and jams the waiting helmet onto her head. Her hands had done their dance a thousand times across the console, leaving her to respond freely over the radio as the engines are primed, the weapons readied, and the lifesupport checked.

"Lima Charlie, Peyton. Damn good timing, isnt it? I'll be ready for the drinks by the time we get back." She laughs.

With a deep, frame-jolting pop, she releases her craft from its bracket, and the fighter with its grinning hyena tail art slides foreward with the hangar doors and the void beyond on its nose. The hangar was cold - they always were - but it was nothing compared to space. As the Rapier breaks the magnetic containment field that kept the atmosphere and vacuum safely separate, crystals of ice form for a half-second on any available condensation that peppers her hull, and the metal sings a short, faint song as it reacts to the change in pressure and temperature. But seals hold and cold hydraulics still function, and Hyena clears the shelter of the Salient and leaves its lights in her wake.

"Tuck in behind me and enjoy the view; I'll get you to the party in once peice."

Lighter, faster, and meaner, the fighter positions itself to be escort for Peyton's heavier-armed and heavier-hulled craft, but Hyena doesnt go easy on the throttle. If that frigate got within firing range of Miranda before support showed up, there wouldnt be much of a rescue. Speaking of, in case no one in the bridge had thought to do so, Hyena switches her radio to civilian frequencies to make contact. Wouldnt do to have the civilian fighter shoot at its saviors.

"Altamus Escort, this is Rapier 338 off the Salient. Inbound to you, two count. Check fire." Well wasnt that professional and courteous? The picture of military efficiency and - "Attacking vessel, you are to bend over, spread 'em, and smile real perdy-like." Cue facepalm.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Miranda Peters

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The frigate was constantly firing at Ronin with its small guns. With the sensors gone the gunners had to rely on visual cues and she was making that difficult with her slippery flying. Her ship was taking a beating though, not from guns but from running her engine like every single wrench-turner told her not to. There was a shuddering metallic groan that made her electronics flicker and a smell like ozone seeping into her cockpit. In a perfect scenario the frigate would fuck off and she would simply throttle down, fixing the problem; this was not a perfect scenario. Ronin this is Cronos on Summerwind, you good? She scoffed. "Fuck no I'm not good, it's good you're ok. You guys should dump cargo and FTL while the gettings good." The main reason freighters needed escorts coming back was they couldn't operate their faster than light engines without rendering the Duillium inert. You're on drugs loss of cargo is not an option. We got a Federation IFF on screen, is that where you are heading?

"I got eyes on her expensive ass, keep channel clear Cronos, Ronin out." At least she saw the Federation ship now, she was betting the frigate was focusing on her and trying to blow her apart when it should be looking at the government death machine it would soon face. Altamus Escort, this is Rapier 338 off the Salient. Inbound to you, two count. Check fire. A welcomed voice from her comm. "Copy 338. Alta-Corp 973, you got Ronin. Don't have to worry about friendly fire, I'm at 10% ammo on my cannons and if I fire 'em up my whole power-plant will go." The company was great though it's a shame Miranda was gimping to the big kid to punch out her bully. The woman's arrogance was dangerous but she wasn't so prideful as to just bite the pillow why these pirates dry fucked her. "I'll keep clear, 338. Ronin out."

Another shudder went through her ship and she saw seven warning lights all flashing red. More contacts appeared on her screen but that had to be a malfunction, she whacked the screen and they went away; so did the frigate and the Federation ship. Fuck. Tartarus Group Ronin, Tartarus Group Ronin, this is the Salient, what is your status? Good thing her radio hadn't conked out. "Copy Salient, status is I'm falling apart at the seams. I’ve got a crippled pirate frigate 300 metres on my six. It’s got no eyes or main guns but still fucking my world up with small fire. Easy score for you, kid's party getting rained out for me. I'm running 30% past safe on my engine but don't want to slow until this ass-hole is scrapped. I'll need to dock with you Salient, I can’t make it back to Mars. How copy?" Miranda hoped there was a place she could look over her ship and they were not sticklers for rules; all 'No unauthorized non-federation crafts in their bays.' That would suck.

She saw more hostile ships appear like carrion birds to pick the sweetmeat from the bones of the freighters, guess her radar wasn't messed up. "Salient, 973. Do you have contacts on your screen or are these false positives? If we got inbound I need clearance to land in one of your bays double quick. Ronin out." She would make it; Miranda was so close to the Salient she could almost smell the shitty cafeteria food.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Miranda Peters Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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A.D.A.M
ADAM was shocked when the AI TAU ghosted the unknown AI away from him, it was not a scenario he had anticipated. While he was pondering all the potentials, variables and implications of such an event the alarms went off. He started observing the situation and after an overly long analysis began preparing firing solutions and scenarios, covering literally everything short of an FTL or Hyperdrive leap to be used as an engagement mechanism. His overly extensive calculations took him awhile, especially because he linked them in sequence to adapt per the scenario, he hated redoing his math.

When Aronimus ordered the cannon on the escaping vessel, he altered the trajectory a bit before uploading his firing sequence, even accounting for the particle cannon. According to his scanners the altered shot had killed all inhabitants of the vessel without damaging the ship, granted scanners only showed life in the cockpit...regardless everything else was perfectly salvageable.

"My apologies admiral, it would seem that the emotion of surprise and shock were more severe than I had anticipated. As you can see I've prepared adaptive firing sequences and tactics and locked them in, you may peruse them at your leisure but all in all there's nothing more for the bridge to do here. However we may want some birds out as soon as possible, as shown in the data their presence on the field within within the next 5 minutes increases the odds of success to 87.63 percent. A strike team drop onto the vessel to counter any potential boarding parties is also recommended but it will have to be done on the fly." His hologram shrugged, "The use of the suit testers would be most effective, according to past records those 2 should be enough of a stall to get the ship into safe distance for a full sweep. As for the ship I kept you from destroying a retrieval team should be able to bring back enough gear for us to track their signals and allow total destruction on the local base."

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"No worries, Ronin, we'll delouse your six."

It isnt a half a breath after that the Salient's salvo errupts over the fighters' heads and off the side of the pirate hulk. No doubt even the glancing impact would cause the frigate to list in space, since anyone at the helm was now paste. Hyena whistles, impressed.

"Jesus ... And give you a haircut to boot.. We're apparently a full-service sort. Make for the hangar and tell 'em Hyena sent you; you'll get the best seat in the house."

By this point, she would be shooting past Miranda's beleagured ship, dipping its wings in a friendly waggle. With the first threat neutralized by the big guns, she lays into the throttle. As medium-sized fighters go, the Rapier's oversized engines pushed it with enough power to act, in this case, as an admirable interceptor. Hyena points her nose towards the distant freighters that continue to be herded and picked at by the pirate reinforcements, knowing full well she would arrive well before Peyton's support or the Salient's fight-ending firepower. But if she waited, then the pirates would inflict that much more damage and be that much closer to winning their prize. Sending the faster fighters in first was a standard procedure anyway, right?

She crosses the distance after a few terse moments of all-encompasing silence, until the contacts ahead begin to tickle the edges of her effective range. Unconciously, a toothy grin twists her face, and the bloody smile is a far cry from the friendly expressions she showed aboard ship. With a squeeze of the trigger, she sends the first opening rounds flying over the backs of the freighters. Too far out to accurately anticipate the small pirates, the shots were only meant to distract. It was a warning and a challenge; ignore her at their peril, because their free ride had just ended.

A handful would probably detatch to deal with the Federation interloper, and Hyena sails straight at them. With four foreward-facing guns dedicated to dogfighting and a slim profile that didnt lend itself well to making a target, it's a short burst before one of the charging patchwork fighters goes out in a ball of smothered flame and shrapnel.

The formation breaks at close range, and the conflict evolves into a tight ball of flashing engines and searing firepower. From a distance, it could be called beautiful if you could ignore the death happening inside it. Hyena uses herself as bait; breaking from the dogfight when she can to dart towards the pirates that are still targeting the freighters. Her charge would force them to disengage, potentially even choosing to chase her, instead. The advantage to being a single fighter is that the space around her becomes very crowded, very quickly. Less disciplined pirates must dedicate more time to avoiding a collision than accurate targeting of the nimble Rapier, even if that means she, herself, spends more time dodging then killing.

"Oh Peyton?" Hyena's voice is cheerful, if a little gutteral as the strain of her maneuvers compresses her lungs, "Be a dear and put on a little gas?"

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Tiaan Peyton

Smirking she replied, "Oh you'll see." with that she powered the engines fully, catching quite quickly up too Hyena, checking radar she saw the pirates had scrambled light fighters. Nothing too dangerous, but just enough to be a bother, taking initiative she yelled in the headset, "Hyena circle around, they're coming in too close. I think you pissed them off." It was a little unnerving but the pirates seem to want to go for weaker vessel, setting up her cannon, she aimed carefully, locking on before firing, a yellow amorphous blob, shot a wing off one of the fighters. It began to spin out of control, in horror Tiaan saw where it was headed, "Hyena evasive manoeuvres now!"

Hoping she had heard, she saw they had finally decided to target her, going back into main controls, she fired off two missile's this time hitting, "BULLSEYE!" although the cheer was short lived, as she saw the pirate vessel had released gunner ships.

Oh shit, this was bad.

Hoping she wasn't only one out there, she reversed the engines and slowly spun around, aiming the thrusters fully burning at the incoming gunner ship.

Praying silently she fired the engines completely, spinning back around to see a charred wreck of one of them.

Close one, but now to check Hyena, "Hyena you there, please respond."

Waiting nervously she fired off two more missles this time missing the fighters as they swerved and fired their own in response.

Gasping she swung into a curve, trying to evade.

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Alice twitched slightly at the sound of the medical chief's voice on the comm. She had been intent on the battle beyond, examining everything outside, knowing that Tiaan must be flying out there and hoping that her Blue Tit would save her butt from this fight. A ridiculous hope - Tiaan had clearly flown worse battles than this - and Alice knew that she should not be taking a special interest, but the thought was there. She could not un-think it. She liked the woman. Her attempts at befriending the pilot were entirely sincere.

At Faith's words, however, she left the fighter pilots behind and glanced back at the Admiral. Most of the command staff was here... In the chaos, protocol would largely be ignored, but as the Admiral's word overrode hers Alice was of little use here. She could be of use somewhere else. With the Admiral's permission, of course.

"Sir," she called in her quiet, calm voice. While the rest of the crew were all pumped up on adrenaline, Alice's pulse was steady, her words settled. Very little in the world could make her panic. "If we are allowing the Ronin to board, would it not be prudent to meet them in the docking bays? I could go and oversee the process."

It was a simple suggestion, no attempt to override his authority. He was needed here, on the bridge. Someone had to go meet the Ronin's wounded crew, didn't they? Especially as it did not appear the battle would end before the Ronin boarded. Alice kept her eyes trained on the side of the Admiral's face, waiting for assent or denial. Whichever way it went, she would obey.

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Grenadine looked genuinely disappointed that Eon didn't need a mechanic "just let me know if you need anything fixed though" she suggested friendly. She shrieked in pure, uncovered panic as the ship rocked, then bolted towards the engine room. She ran past her door, fell over on her face as she turned, and stuffed Rover into her door, checking four times that the door was locked, before running into the engine room. She ran around to all the mechanics in there "Keep an eye on the pressure"..."Make sure to divert more power to the shields"..."Those weapons might come handy, be ready" she stopped in the middle of the room, hyperventilating for a while "We're not gonna die, we're not gonna die!" she swore, wiping under her nose. Her hand came down bloody, she must have hurt her nose when she fell. With an effortless thud she went to the floor, out cold.

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"Hey hey hey." Allen said as someone ran through the engine room yelling. "Nothing bads going to happen while I am here, you got that?" He yelled as he ran over pushed buttons and check the status of things. He then heard a thud. "You." He said to another engineer "Take over for me while I get her to the bed in the back." He then went over and picked up the girl and carried her to a bed area he had set up in the back just in case of something like this. He got her on to the bed and stuck a cold wet rag on her forehead. "Wow, running in here like something with its head off." He let out a sigh. "Its always the young ones." He chuckled at that statement because he was young. Allen then wiped the blood that was below he nose. "And be careful about your head."

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Alice nodded briskly to admiral and turned on the sharp point of her right heel. Casting one last glance out at the fighter battle, she made certain that there was no need for her here. There was not. Throwing her long dark hair over one shoulder, she strode off of the bridge. The walk through the Salient was a short one - though not precisely the same as the Nottingham, its construction was logical and she had spent much time studying floor maps to increase traveling efficiency. She could not afford to be getting lost in her own halls. Each step snapped briskly against the floor as she paced, not quite running but very fast, and she reached the docking bays in record time.

There, she paused to survey the situation. The Ronin was in the process of unloading, and Alice had not seen such painful chaos in quite some time. There were too many people. Too many injured. Calmly, she picked out the woman who looked to be the captain, and with a confident tilt to her chin, she approached. She saluted the woman smartly upon arrival.

"Lieutenant Commander Chen, at your service," she called evenly. Her brown eyes did not flinch from the other woman's gaze.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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With dramatic flair ideally suited to fighter pilot shenanigans, Hyena's painted Rapier splits the space between Tiaan and the missles that dog her. The energy emission from her engines disrupts their targeting computers, confusing their lock and turning their attentions onto her, instead. They turn onto her tail as she enters a back-breaking loop. Since they had already been at a right angle, the twin missles are unable to duplicate the Rapier's turn, and loose their lock halfway through the deadly merry-go-round.

As they sail off into open space before detonating harmlessly, Hyena's voice answers Tiaan with ever-present good cheer, "Of course I'm here. Where the hell else would I be?"

A continued loop brings her around onto the fighters that Tiaan had so recently pissed off, and a flurry of shots onto the top of the trailing craft breaks its spine in a flash of metal and broken electricals. The lead wobbles and breaks away from Tiaan with Hyena right behind it, twisting to match its evasive maneuvers.

"Dont let me catch you!" She openly taunts the unfortunate bastard, the hardy military craft rapidly closing the gap on the patchwork pirate fighter, "Almost there, I said dont let me catch you!"

Unable to out-turn the Rapier, the other pilot attempts to corkscrew out of the circle and throw her. It exposes his belly for a half-second, and like a cat with a mouse, it was all she was waiting for. A nasty laugh accompanies her shots, and the other fighter disintegrates beneath the withering punishment.

Rolling evasively, she expects someone else to be taking advantage of her dogged persuit of her target, but no shots come. She levels out, eyes darting across the starscape, to find the surviving fighters running. Really the only smart thing to do, now that their frigates were dead or dying and the Salient's full compliment was still going strong. A flash of annoyance in the pit of her gut, like she'd been cheated of her game. Hyena puts the retreating engines on her nose and throws the throttle foreward in persuit.

"Crap! They're getting away!"

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Miranda Peters

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Miranda wasn’t happy about being unable to properly execute a counter-attack. She wanted to turn everyone shooting at her to bloody scrap metal, but the rage the woman had needed to be pushed way down deep so her mind was clear. Two tones emitted from the fuel reservoir noting she had less than five percent remaining. She needed a safe place to set down and just like the voice of angel came her go-ahead.

Roger that, Ronin. Aye, yeh're clear for docking, try not to damage any ships on yeh way in

She laughed. "Acknowledged comm, Alta-Corp 973 coming to roost. I'll try not to scratch your paint. Ronin out."

The main problem was getting there with so many problems stacked against her. Her engines were about two hundred degrees from turning into a white-hot lump of unserviceable metal, her fuel was getting so low it wouldn't even drown a kitten and to add to mechanical bullshit, assholes were shooting at her.

Ronin, this is Salient. There is an affirmative on contacts, you've got five hostiles on your tail, turn off communications systems and anything extra to save power.

"Oh, just perfect." She said aloud, if Miranda had more fuel she could afford to fly a bit more fancy, though her Savannah class gunship was not a juke-and-jive sort of vessel. The craft was designed to go hard and fast without remorse leaving the enemy hating life, broken like an admiral's daughter after a fleet party. It was capable of stopping quick and then changing direction, avoiding interceptors once maybe twice before the limited repertoire ran its course. However by then one of your other wingmates killed the fucker. Miranda needed help.

No worries, Ronin, we'll delouse your six. Jesus ... And give you a haircut to boot. We're apparently a full-service sort. Make for the hangar and tell 'em Hyena sent you; you'll get the best seat in the house.

The Salient was a beast. Miranda at least picked a winner, always nice having a capital ship in your corner; takes the uncertainty out space combat. "Copy that Hyena, heading for the bay now, maybe I’ll get a wax while I’m there, it’s been a while. Out." It was already getting crowded with a mass of federation fighters coming to meet the pirates and Ronin was stuck in the middle. Seeing several fighters wiz by her tilting wings was comforting as least she was covered. Miranda took her comm-array and internal climate control off-line sending the power to manoeuvring thrusters. Throttling down to seventy-five percent her powerplant made a series of rapid clunks; metallic parts seizing and scraping in protest.

The hanger bay was large and accommodating, like a luxury state room on a pleasure yacht, not like the cramped cargo hold she usually landed in. Sure the regulations of the Federation were stupid and most of the fleet were pricks but they did have nice digs. Cutting her main engines, she coasted into the bay. She found an empty space; manoeuvring thrusters popping and whishing angling her into the slot before Miranda deployed her landing struts.

Ronin shut down her ship and opened her canopy. She was unclear as to what to do now. As a guest here she probably couldn't just wander the ship without someone getting butt-hurt. Miranda took off her helmet and shook out her blonde hair that was in dire need of washing. She hopped down from her craft and patted its side. Several people in coveralls were gathered around a radio listening to chatter coming from the squadrons of fighters on their sortie. One looked at her and frowned. "You the security vessel?" She nodded. "Someone will take a look at your craft after all our ships are back and inspected, they are the priority."

Miranda nodded again. "Thanks." She mumbled. A woman by the looks of her a higher up maybe XO came up and introduced herself. "Hi, Miranda Peters, people call me Ronin. Lieutenant Commander huh? That mean you're the person I talk to for the debrief. I know how you military types love debriefings. I gotta say thanks for the assist."

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Alice smiled slightly and nodded her agreement. "Second in command, here," she agreed calmly. She stood proud, straight-backed, with her feet at shoulder width and her hands clasped behind her spine. A well-trained stance, but comfortable. "When the time comes I will be in charge of the debrief, and the captain if he is not busy dealing with the rest of the chaos. We need not get into it immediately, however," she gestured broadly to the battered ship, and the rest of the hangar. "I do not come for regulation. There must be injured aboard your ship. I was of little use on the bridge, so I cam to help."

She knew all too well that this should be a surprise to Ronin - most Federation were sticklers for procedure, but Alice knew what was more important. If the rules were going to get someone killed unnecessary, screw them. When there were injured around, time was of the essence. Alice could wait for the full story of what had happened until after human lives were secured.

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"I'll see what I can do," Alice agreed shortly. She thought nothing of the woman's requests - Alice was accustomed to dealing with people much less polite, or sane, than Ronin. She glanced then at Ronin's battered ship, examining in finer detail the damage it had taken. Considerable damage, to say the least. "Needless to say you'll need to remain on-board while we repair your vessel. Let me take you to some guest quarters. You can rest and get something to eat while I put word out to the captain. He will make the final decision involving your requests."

It was only natural, after all, aboard a Federation ship. Alice could extend hospitality, take care of the young pilot, but do little else without the Admiral's consent. Almost as an afterthought, beckoning to Miranda and striding away towards the rest of the Salient, she pulled out her communicator and called the Admiral.

"Lieutenant Commander Chen to Admiral Weston," she called briskly. "Miss Peters has requested that we send a general hail out for Sabre aboard the Summerwind. Code words 'salvo fire, wins wars.' She has also asked that we send an encrypted message to one of the other transport squadrons for a replacement escort for the freighters. I am bringing Miss Peters to guest quarters now. She was the only one on board."

Communicator still in hand, ready to receive a reply, she led Miranda out into the halls towards the residential section. Ronin, of course, would not be left alone there. Not until after Alice had been debriefed, and confirmation of clearance had been sent by the Admiral. Alice knew her place, and it was not to do things without Admiral Weston's orders, unless he gave her express permission to make decisions on her own.

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"Roge' that," Ray said on the communication link, as he slowly lifted his throttle to decrease his velocity as the Swing class approached the frigate. He noticed that the rest of the pirates had slipped from the scene, and was thoroughly surprised. Perhaps Tiaan and Hyena gave them a good show and a run for their money. He chuckled to himself about the thought.

"Alright ladies and gents, we're approaching the raider ship, going at 700 meters per second here. We’ll be slowing down once we reach within 200 meters of the ship’s hangar to allow for auto docking,” Ray paused.

“Command says that there are lifefo…eh hostiles on board, so you might want to get your weapons readied,”

“You heard the man, do a systems check,” Eli said as he turned to look at the others. His internal monitors overlaid the other marines in automatic sensors that detected whether they were friend or foe. As he looked down to his rifle, the data system emerged, stating that he had only used about 5% of the available oxygen, internal temperatures were at a comfortable 78 degrees Fahrenheit or 25.5 degrees Celsius, and his rifle was fully loaded with 80 bullets, and the capacitor to control spraying was off.

Eli always had the capacitor off despite the fact that it saved bullets by turning off spraying. However, Eli never had to rely on the capacitor because he was more than capable of using controlled bursts, but at times he realized that spraying fire helped as well.

The Marines began to check their weaponries a final time; they all looked very similar with the black visors and suits, very identical apart from the varying attachments each person carried on them. The dull hologram lights in the troop bay created small bands of light across their screens. The gunship began to reduce its velocity to prevent itself from streaking into the hangar.

“So…who here hasn’t been on a real mission before, raise your hands. I’m not gonna laugh,” Eli was attempting to break the ice as most Marines were the gung ho sort who didn’t joke often in the presence of COs. He, however, was interested into getting know the men and women under him, but he knew that there was a time for jokes and a time for urgency. At least he hoped that they would share a laugh to loosen everyone up before they met whatever hostiles were awaiting them.

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Carter actually raised his hand while he began looking over the heavy shotgun he had grasped. "I'm a desk Sergeant sir...A Quarter Master... But I'll give these pirates hell! I am a Marine after all!" He then looked back to the heavily modded 'Wraith Semi-Auto shotgun' in his hands, it was a private sector shotgun he had cleared for use aboard military ships. It fired higher velocity slugs than standard issue shotguns and had a faster fire rate at the cost of a higher chance to overheat if used incorrectly. He listened the breathing his mask for a second, his heart racing. As a Sergeant Major he had trained to board enemy vessels but had never actually done so. "Also... I specialized in explosive equipment when I was younger... I can probably defuse any bombs the pirates may have set to impede our process."

He knew that may be a useful skill on a mission like this so he decided to point it out, he had heard rumors that many insurgents and pirates would rig their ships with explosives when they knew they were dead in the water. Some kind of last ditch effort to kill as many Marines as they could while going out with a bang. And it had worked. However, Carter would do his best to prevent any deaths caused by door rigged mines or explosive packed crates. It was his job after all. He took one more deep breathe as they neared the crippled pirate ship, sweating slightly under the heavy suit. He was nervous but he would never show it since he was the second highest ranking member in their little boarding party and he knew if he cracked it would probably shatter some of the Marine's morale or make him a liability on his own, which he bluntly refused to be.

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Eli raised his brow, although the other Marines wouldn't see it, surprised at Carter's declaration. He chuckled a bit, perhaps some of the Marines had heard him.

"Okay, maybe I should've promised not to laugh," he said this as he chuckled a bit more. Several laughs came from the other Marines, it seemed like Corporal Stark was the only one who did not find this amusing. She didn't laugh much, perhaps it was the estrogen, or maybe she just didn't have that particular sense of humor if she had any sense of humor at all.

"I'm actually surprised Sergeant, earlier you spoke like you had been in the field before. You sounded like you knew the dangers of combat," Eli stopped and looked around at the others.

"Anyone else? I'm asking because our Sergeant here hasn't been in the field, and there's a high chance that none of you here has either. Nothing wrong with that and all, I'm sure they taught you everything at boot camp, and then some more through Training 3A-3C." Eli stopped, he hoped that some of them had actually known what Training 3A-3C was, otherwise he'd be entering unknown territory with a band of rookies as far up as a Sergeant Major.

Training 3A-3C referred to the third training system developed after the failure of two previous systems and their subsequent reformations. It was a three section training regiment given to Marines after they had successfully graduated from boot camp. From there they would reach 3A, which was the first level, it was similar to an upgraded boot camp training, only longer, with more drills. Most of those who passed Boot Camp would pass 3A, then they would reach 3B. 3B was a tactical training scenario utilizing holograms, similar to the Barracks training center on the Salient. It was here that they honed their targeting abilities, and they would be trained to use standard field equipment. Here, statistics stated that only half of those who succeeded 3A, would be sent to 3C.

3C in itself should have been a separate training regiment considering that Marines only needed to pass 3B to serve with pay. Although some elect to join 3C from their consent. So far the Federation command has found no argument to change the current system. 3C had multiple training locations set aside for Marines, with planets varying in geography and physical features, training centers that simulated zero-g conditions for spaceborne combat, and training centers for underwater combat. Trainees here would train against other 3B graduates, of which numbered only a forth of those who managed to complete 3A successfully, in the multiple combat environments. The trainees would be equally divided into separate squads with a leader, although the position fluctuated from individual to individual based on daily performances. Although the training scenarios are dangerous, there had been zero cases of fatalities, giving the 3C a 100% safety rating. As for the success rate, perhaps only half of those who completed 3B would complete 3C.

After completion of 3C the graduates would be given six months time of R&R to recuperate for the immense training, 3B graduates, however, would receive two months, before being sent to serve aboard vessels.

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"Oh... I've been in the field Captain... Its just been fifteen years since I last saw active combat. I helped quell rebels in Russia and the Middle East." He couldn't help but chuckle along with his fellow Marines. "I've been in service since I was eighteen years old... I'm forty-one now... So if any of you 'whippersnappers' think you'll get the best of me. Your sadly mistaken." He felt the tension easing up, however he knew it wouldn't be long till they dropped onto the Pirate vessel, personally glad he was serving under Colter. Captain Dunaway wasn't a bad Captain, he just didn't seem like the traditional Marine type. Whereas Colter did. He looked over and nodded to Colter. Letting the Captain know that he was ready when they finally landed in the Hornet's nest.

Time to get out there sergeant. Be sure to have fun. He said to himself and then looked around the room at the collection of Marines. He knew this team would succeed in their task but would their be any losses and if so how many? The Sergeant Major remembered while serving aboard another Federation Ship as a member of the vessel's 'Military-support staff team' and while engaging Insurgents. He never actually fired a round while serving aboard that ship, just kept the Armories in check, but soldiers there dreaded boarding duty. Something about narrow hall ways where enemies have control over every reinforced position is a rather dangerous combination. And he imagined so, he had also heard of ship hangers being called Slaughter Boxes. Due to the fact enemies would place light-machine guns around the area and gun the Boarding Party down as soon as they exited the Drop ship. He didn't mention any of this to his fellow Marines of course, it would scare the daylights out of the rookies. "Remember Marines check your corners and look above you when in larger rooms. Just like boot-camp." After that he gripped the side of the gun in his hands and resumed waiting silently.

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Aboard the Altamus Corporation Freighter Summerwind

"We've been ignoring all hails like you said Mr. Brown but..." Petty Officer Crane was hesitant to speak his mind to the mercenary. The Captain had retired to quarters almost as soon as the pirates attacked. Lieutenant Barnes followed soon after only leaving a standing order of "stay the course". Mr. Brown showed up when his ship was damaged and took command of both the Summerwind and the Centurion. He really wasn't a bad guy just the way he did things unnerved the rest of the crew but since he was the only one on either ship that had flown in combat he was their temporary war-time Admiral.

"Call me Cronos kid, what's up?"

"Another hail sir, with the go-phrase."

Cronos sat up in the Captain's chair and snubbed out his cigar. "Patch that shit through Crane."

Tartarus HQ Actual. Status of mission and personnel. Over.

Petty Officer Crane send reply code and following message; "Mission wipe, need auxiliary vessels to complete. Cronos. Summerwind 44-973." He paused thinking that was a pretty concise message almost Captainly . Crane typed in the message and sent it. "Do you think that was enough, sir? I mean to say it was vague." Crane regretted being so frank with the man, Cronos scared him; they all did.

"You gotta be cloudy cause if you are all "yea a whole fuck-ton of pirates are trying to take cargo worth trillions and all our ships are either crippled or destroyed." you know what happens? More pirates show up and that's fine; the Federation out there is cleaning house but if mercs show up with their own battle cruiser or two. That's a whole other plate of curry, ya dig?" Cronos sat back and went to relight his cigar, remembering it was smashed he fetched another out of his pocket and lit it.

"We're getting a scrambled hail from someone called Zig-Zag aboard the Queen Gertrude? Is that familiar to you sir?"

Cronos laughed. "Yea patch it through. We got friends coming." He cleared his throat and took a puff of his cigar. "Zig-Zag you fuck, you coming to save our asses?"

My understanding is that you got ghosted like academy burnouts. Fact on that? The woman's voice coming through the speakers was garbled from buffering to forty different communication hubs to prevent triangulation but still held a command sternness.

"Yea we were flying five S ladies and just two multi-gun frigates dropped by to say hi. We took one out but we lost everyone but Ronin and me."

Dry your eyes baby, Dirty Gertie is coming to help. Unless you joined the Fed now? We just got a lock-message saying you guys need help. We're ETA forty minutes.

He ashed his cigar. "Ronin is aboard the Federation ship. She must have told them to send it, I've been keeping radio silence so anybody with ears on doesn't know how bad it is. I haven't seen Gertie in a while, she taking us -"

Crane raised his hand shushed him. Cronos shut up. Ballsy move from a weasel of a kid. "Federation hail coming through with go-phrase. Advise?" Was Ronin on the bridge? He figured she would be in some damn Federation quarantine for thirty plus hours. Shocking developments. "Gertie hold please, we got the Fed calling. Patch them through Petty Officer.

Altamus vessel Summerwind, Summerwind, this is the Salient, what is your status? I repeat, what is your status?

"Alta-Corp Vessel Summerwind, we read you Salient. We're undamaged but in need of an escort, which I'm getting covered as we speak; one of our carriers the Queen Gertrude. Our protocols keep comms clear during combat unless it's a trusted source, we weren't ignoring you. You just didn't have the magic word. Tell Ronin thanks for looking out and thanks to you guys for taking out the trash. We'll be underway as soon as our escort arrives if you can stick around until then. Summerwind, out."

You getting Federation body guards? Must be nice to have friends in high places.

"We don't discriminate. Cronos, out."

The man sighed. He needed a drink. Crane removed his headset and turned towards him. "Cronos, sir. This ship that's coming, you said to the Salient it's a carrier. What does it carry, troops?" The Petty Officer wasn't really in the fleet, he was an Alta-Corp employee that worked in a network server room. Crane was given the rank of Petty Officer because that's what a board of Human Resources Directors figured his job translated to based on the fleet system. He was no more a Petty Officer than a security guard was really police. Cronos sighed.

"The Dirty Gertie carries two hundred and forty four fighters, she carries death. We're getting home safe kid, bet on that."

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Eon saw as the ship pulled over to the others, the ships were damaged and needed repairs Eon remembered he has some basic ship tools that could be of assistance to a degree he walked up to the Admiral, "Shall I go over to the ship too?" He asked with a salute, "I am equipped with a drill and arc welder, sir" Eon knew he'd be useful and could assess the damage, and even possibly repair the drive on the Centurion with the hull. He hoped for the best as far as he could.

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As the Swing class gunship passed through the particle field, Ray flipped another switch to modify the angle of the thrusters, allowing for a vertical landing. He gave his scanners a look before activating the communication system.

“This is your Captain speaking, we’ve arrived in the belly of the beast, and eh oxygen levels are at all-time normal. The temperature outside is a fresh 74 degrees Fahrenheit, hope you packed sunglasses and a bathing suit,” he chuckled aloud for the entire troop bay.

The gunship slowly descended, and the landing struts unfurled from their compartments.

“I hope you enjoyed your flight, thank you for flyin’ with Davidson Galactic,” some chuckles came from Reynolds and Weifert as they heard this over the troop bay speakers.

Ray turned off the communique and turned to one of the overhead compartments, and grabbed a liquefied chocolate bar, one of a dozen that he kept in the storage. He peeled off the plastic wrap and squeezed the liquid food into his mouth, it was sweet and syrupy, flowing in between his tongue. He gave a satisfied sigh before standing up from his seat. He walked to the bay door that separated the cockpit from the troop bay and slapped his palm on the button, thus opening the door.He entered the cargo bay, still sipping his chocolate. His eyes floated from Marine to Marine, the only thing that set each of them apart were the identification tags located on the upper torso of their armor. Everyone was decked out and ready to go.

“Alright, the place looks clear, if you need Uncle Ray, just gimme a call. I’ll be in the cockpit of my baby. You know...just holdin' down the fort,” Ray re-entered the cockpit, propping his legs up on his control board as he reclined in his pilot's seat to enjoy his snack. Closing his eyes, he slipped his empty hand under his head.

He inched his left foot forward to push down the button that opened the egress hatches. The hatches that closed off the troop bay from the outside swung upwards, and Eli was the first to step out, his assault rifle in hand aimed down his line of sight, followed by Carter with his automatic shotgun covering Eli’s flank, then Corporal Stark, and finally by Weifert and Reynolds.

Everyone agreed that the hangar seemed devoid of hostiles, and they regrouped as Eli reported to Commander Dunaway through his helmet’s internal communicators. The system was linked to the whole squad, so everyone received the same chatter coming in and out.

“Sir, we’re in,”

“Excellent, see what you can find, but enter at your own peril. Dunaway out,” Atomsk was brief but to the point.

“Copy that sir,” Eli turned to the rest of his squad,

“Alright, Bravo team, everyone remember their call signs? Bravo 1,” Eli began, his voice slightly distorted by his helmet.

“Bravo 2,” Carter nodded.

“Bravo 3,” Stark glanced to her right, as if she detected another raider.

“Bravo 4,” Weifert prepped his IAR.

“Bravo 5,” Reynolds stood at attention.

“Alright, let’s move, I’ll take point, head to the Hangar exit, and keep visual contact,” Eli hunched forward slightly with his assault rifle nested between his neck, shoulder, and arms. He kept his forefinger on the trigger, ready for any bastard to pop out, so he could slug him. He led the squad forth to the hangar exit as the others followed in tow.

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The fleeing pirates had several kilometers' worth of lead on her Rapier, and while that normally wouldnt be enough distance to outrun the Federation fighter, it is just enough distance to make Hyena doubt. With no noise but her humming engines, it's enough time for the killing rush to cool, and for the niggling little thought to wriggle in that her six was hanging out in open space with no one to cover it. Much farther, and she'd be too far to even run back into the safety of the Salient's range if she got into trouble. Not even the temptation of more 'fun' mixing it up in another dogfight is enough to dismiss that threat, and reluctantly Hyena eases the throttle back from its stops.

In the hangar, the fighter pilot helmet and flightsuit that Tiaan adresses turns around, and it's not Hyena; just some other shmuck who looks vaguely confused when she calls him a flygirl. What, single-seat pilots all look alike to you or somethin? Trollolol.

The flickering red marks on her scopes reach the edge of her range and blink out of contact, and she shows the Rapier's wings in a wide turn back towards the Salient and its waiting hangar.

"Salient Control, Rapier 338, hostiles are no-factor." She reports glumly, "Do you want me to maintain a patrol until the civies get their escort or head back to the barn?"

Taking the time to run a functionality check in the meantime, Hyena is pleased that her craft is still in fighting shape after a furball like that. It'd gotten hairy quick when Tiaan had sent an out-of-control pirate in her direction, but the timely call for evasive maneuvers had really saved her ass from becomming a victim of fratricide. Not that her shoulder appreciated the harness digging into it during the sharp snap she'd had to execute, but that was a small price to pay for still feeling at all.

Life was remarkably fragile in the void, especially for such a small craft as a fighter. The whole cockpit compartment was a titanium and transparasteel bathtub, but if that tenuous sanctuary was breached, she'd be sitting in ice-cold space with only the discomfortingly thin fabric of her flightsuit between her and vaccuum. If -that- had even the smallest failure... Well, they say it lasted just long enough for you to feel it. Still, all of the above was prefferable to having some vital system punctured, leaving her spiraling - but alive - out into the endless black. Waiting for her air to run out seemed like pretty much the shittiest way to go, and as an afterthought Hyena makes a note to see the armory; it might be worth bringing along a pistol for just such an occasion...

With a quick shake, she disperses the last vestiges of adrenaline along with those gloomy thoughts, returning to basking in a pleased post-combat glow while she awaits a response.

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Eon nodded and moved to his destination and task as per programming he reached Alpha Hangar and saw the gunship, he scanned it for any issues, the engine was a bit damaged from the pilot pushing the ship's limits and there were several bullet holes from multiple tasks, an easy fix. Eon left for a second and got the necessary tools for the job and started working, particularly on the engine and power systems, some of the parts were worn down and in need of replacing. After a bit Eon analyzed and retrieved the parts in need of replacement, then taking the third arm out Eon initiated the arc welder to house the engine better with a little bit of metal. A few hours later Eon started patching the bullet holes with thicker armor. He smoothed out the patches with a grinder and polished the ship. He looked at it and decided to put a little more armor throughout the hull of the ship for a bit better protection and to make sure it doesn't have holes in it again using the arc welder and getting it done in a few hours. Eon stepped back to see how it looked and scanned it to make sure he was positive on the repairs and he was. It took him six hours but his job was complete. Standing in the hangar he fell and powered down. The arc welder having drained him.

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Aboard Altamus Corporation Freighter Summerwind

Cronos wiped his mouth after taking a drink of water from a large plastic jug. "You guys got the best water, ours tastes like rotten eggs sometimes, kinda depends if the water recycler decides to work right or not, you know?" Cronos could get used to quality of life corporate service afforded; everything was clean and bathrooms didn't all smell like sex. Petty Officer Crane turned in his chair. "Sir, the Queen Gertrude has shown up on our screen but is ten minutes away, also the Salient is advancing on our position six zero zero meters and holding, she's hailing us." Rubbing his chin, Cronos wondered when it would start; one thing about the Federation, your business was their business. "Patch it through, man." He sighed.

Salient to Summerwind, we will remain behind until your vessel escorts have arrived.

Crane made a note of message in the log book and noticed the Salient was scanning them. He didn't let Cronos know as the man would probably be upset about it for some reason. The Alta-Corp ships didn't have anything to hide, unlike mercenary ships - god only knew what secrets they held. "Sir we have a follow-up message from the Salient."

I am inclined to inquire about the nature of your cargo. I want to know why the pirates went after you.

The ten other bridge officers all looked worried. Transporting any cargo was dangerous; no matter the contents someone always wanted it. Duillium was different, it was a high commodity ore; used in both the civilian and military capacity and these ships were at seventy percent yield. Seven hundred thousand tons of raw ore split between them; a prize that a criminal group would do anything to seize, for that reason Duillium is never mentioned over open comm lines.

"Crane, send an encrypted message to the Salient use the Altamus Top Black coding, a captain of a Federation ship would have the clearance to access it. We don't want to risk more visitors. Message is follows; "Transporting 700,000 tons of Duillium ore for Mars refinery." Now open a channel." Cronos said.

"Message prepared and channel clear, sir." Crane didn't like all this secret stuff, he wanted this run to be over so he could put in for vacation and spend some time with his cats.

"Salient this is Summerwind. First, thanks for sticking around. Second, to answer your inquiry an encrypted communique is being sent. Acknowledge receipt. Any follow up questions should be sent in the same way. Summerwind, out." Cronos looked at his watch and was happy Gertie was only minutes away now, they could finally get on the move and not be sitting there like an all-you-can-pillage-buffet.

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Second Pirate Frigate

The hangar only had empty gunships; their pilots were either dead or missing. Nothing else was of much interest to the squad. They left the hangar, only to enter a maze of passageways, which was characteristic of ship corridors. One wrong step and they would be inside a nuclear waste storage room, although on pirate ships, nuclear waste storages weren’t that common.

“Jesus, don’t they have maps on these ships?” Eli wondered aloud as his eyes darted back and forth, waiting for any pirates to ambush them. The squad had been patrolling the various halls; it seemed as if most of the crew was perhaps obliterated in the railgun blasts. Eli had expected plenty of hostiles though, for the blasts had only damaged the external hull of the frigate, thus disabling further movement.

“Doubt it sir, pirates aren’t that smart,” Reynolds let his guard down, lowering his rifle. By now they were just sight-seeing through the pirate ship. The wandering corridors continued on like a winding labyrinth of steel.

“Just because they’re pirates doesn’t mean they’re not smart or anything,” Weifert kept walking.

“Generally…though, pirates are pretty dumb,”

“Where’d you find that? A women’s health article?” it was clearly a jest on Weifert’s part to alleviate the moment which was either strewn with tension or boredom. Currently, it was the latter. Unfortunately, Reynolds, who was only two ranks above a private, therefore still considered a rookie, took it as a challenge. Stark, on the other hand was annoyed at Weifert's lack of taste. Clearly, the lance corporal had failed to garner any laughs as the two higher up Marines, Sergeant Carter and Captain Colter weren't paying any attention.

“Don’t even go there pal,”

“Quiet…” Eli raised his forefinger signaling his call for silence, the others paused and prepared their weapons.

From beyond the corridor, Eli heard a repetitive thud. The dull sound was followed by a sharp creaking, followed by running footsteps. The footsteps slowly disappeared into silence.

“You guys hear that?” Eli turned to the others. They’re weapons were aimed, and their backs were arched, forward.

“Turn on your tactical,” Eli turned to his gauntlet, and pressed a button which activated the targeting system in his helmet. The circular target acquisition unit blinked in the center of his view, it would lock onto a target once a hostile was found.

“Carter, take point with that shotgun,” the Captain knew of its capabilities, anything with a blast of that magnitude coupled with a high firing rate was needed in the vanguard, used to clear the way.

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Alice had returned to her own quarters, leaving Ronin to settle herself in the guest space. She figured that the Admiral would want the woman's story soon enough, but until then, Miranda had been through quite the ordeal. Alice, in sharp contrast, had seen much worse battles, much more death, and she had not been part of the fighting. The fight with pirates had left her somewhat exhilarated, and confident in the ability of the crew, but had taken little of her energy. There was a lot of energy in Alice to be used up - she had worked two straight days many times before, without faltering.

Leaning back in her chair, Alice picked up one of her protocol books while she waited for the Admiral to arrive. It was a new issue. She hadn't read all the rules yet, and figured it was best to do so before they got too far into the journey. People called her a workaholic for a reason.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Carter took point without second thought, his shotgun pointed out and his body ready for anything. " I don't like this Captain... It reminds me of a time, in Russia we entered a fort we had bombed to hell and saw nothing only to find out the enemies were hiding in the vents and maintenance shafts, we were ambushed as we tried to leave." He said it in a hushed whisper using the long range helmet coms meant for communication in soundless environments to enhance it so only the marines could hear it. An old trick he had been taught.

Carter has his tactical vision on and was still mainly relying on standard eyesight, he participated in basic training before the device was even used actively by anything other that Spec Ops and still preferred his own eyes over some computerized system. In this sense, he was old-fashioned.

Arriving at the corner they heard the footsteps from. He slide against the wall and looked toward Eli, waiting for the signal to round the corner remaining strict to protocol in a situation like this as he had been taught. He couldn't help but feel paranoid, he hated missions like this; reminded him of the rebel forts in the Russian mountains as he had stated earlier. Death boxs. That and his mind was racing back and forth between multiple scenarios and how to prevent them. With one long breathe he threw them from his mind and waited on orders.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Carter slid against the wall, the others assumed a standard formation, modified for narrow confines. Weifert and Stark had their backs against the wall opposite of Eli and Carter. Eli slowly encroached upon the Sergeant Major as he assumed his position. They were at a cross section, and Eli was hoping to utilize the other corner that was across from them. A single bead of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled gently down the side of his face as he clenched his teeth in the darkness of his helmet.

His plan was to have Carter lay down some suppression fire at the hostiles, allowing Weifert and Stark to seek cover on the other corner. From there, they would alternate firing sequences from both corners. Planning was one thing, execution was another. The helmet communicators made communications a breeze for simple fire team maneuvers. In fact, Eli had made extensive use of it during his counter-insurgency days, he would be in squads of five or more. They would rely on the communicators, without the need to vocally express their battle plan. Prior to Mars, Eli could visualize combat scenarios, squad member and objective locations, and proper unit formations. The long range communications, coupled with his ability, aided his rise to the top as a counter-insurgency elite operative.

Following Mars, the PTSD, or so the shrinks called it, began to set in. Eli himself could no longer see the battlefield, something that troubled him for awhile.

"Alright, Sarge, you're up. Lay down some suppression fire, Stark and Weifert, get over to the other end when he's firing."

"Reynolds, you're with me, we'll alternate on firing sequences,"

"Got it chief," Reynolds' reply was clear on the channel, if not slightly garbled.

Eli gave Reynolds an invisible glance, before turning back at Carter.

Eli gripped his rifle in his right hand, using his left hand, he issued a hand signal, a clenched index middle finger, which he waved at Weifert and Stark to the other corner.

"Everyone ready?" Eli gave one last check to make sure everyone was ready.

"3...2...1...action."

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Carter took one deep breathe before crouching with half of his body behind the corner and the other half with a clear view and fire and then let the shotgun slugs loose, aiming for the walls the pirates had taken cover behind. He slightly grinned at the rhythmic flash of his shotgun and drumming beat it created. It soothed his worries and forced him to focus calming him and acting as a focal point as he attempted to bring death upon his foes. The slugs hit the walls with small bright flashes, sparks blazing in the air with each impact. Soon he had fired all twelve rounds the shotgun held and retreated around his corner. Reloading for another burst of fire and lead.

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Max:

Max was looking throughout all the files he either downloaded or could access. But he could tell there was trouble. He began thinking.

He started looking through the ship design, analyzing separate sections. He had nothing to do. He hated that. He didn't like doing nothing.

He then asked TAU "So, exactly where are we going. And whats going on?


Reterec:

Reterec was okay with the answer, and went back to watching and cleaning his weapons, but soon, action broke out. He went with the first team to the first frigate, assisting where he could. He then also noted "I wonder why they attacked us. They were obviously outmatched. Maybe they were just too stupid to realize it or something...."

(Sorry if its short, I have no clue what to type ATM. Stupid Writers Block >.>. Il try and get more in next post...)

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Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis

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Grenadine was... floating... in something blue... then orange... then blue... light blue... Slowly she blinked a couple of times, sitting up, falling back on the bed. She tried to rub her eyes, but hit her glasses instead. She tapped them a few times before she realized to take them off. Blinking towards the light, her head slowly went from pricking to pounding. She grimaced, then tried to sit half way up. Her head hurt, but the shock from getting her nose pummeled and bleeding had settled a little. Someone had stopped the bleeding, she tried to touch her nose, it was stuffed with some bandaids. Good, someone had stopped her bleeding, she was fine... Except for the headache off course. She got up into a seated position, next to the bed was her file. She picked it up, looking at it "What's my damage?" she asked the electronic device. Bruised nose, blood angst. Unharmed!. Grenadine snorted "I'm not scared of blood, I just appreciate mine staying inside of me" she quarreled with the electronic file. Are you saying I'm wrong! the machine angered. Grenadine snorted "No, I'm saying my doctor might be" she snorted, getting to her feet. She was a little wobbly, but the machine was probably right, she had just been squeamish. Things seemed to have calmed down on the ship... She went into the hallways, carefully making her way to the bridge to get an update on what was going on. How long had she been out? Hours seemed to have passed... Entering the bridge, she saw someone familiar (edit this to engine room if that's where he is). She could vaguely recall him yelling back at her before she passed out. She instantly blushed, putting together two and two on how she had gotten to the medical bay. She quickly turned around, looking at the door with her back turned to him, her whole face bright red "T....t....thank you" she muttered, hardly over a whisper. "I... I think" she added, fiddling her hands together, studying them intensely.

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After Allen had helped the girl to the med bay he decided to go back and look to see who she was. When he got back to the engineering bay he want over to take a look at the personnel files. He wasn't allowed to but he wanted to make sure she was going to make it. After looking at the file for just a few minutes he put it back and left. 'She is a bit odd.' He thought as he passed through the halls and went to his quarters. "She is a bit odd, but then again I am not the definition of normal." Allen said to himself. During his free time he tended to talk to himself just to get his thoughts together. He held a conversation to think of what he might say to her once he saw her again. To his delight he failed at thinking of anything so he gave up and went to the bridge with a book that he had been reading for the last few days. The bridge was busy and everyone was talking but he was near the exit so hardly anyone was there. Allen was reading the book in the bridge, nothing was really catching his attention so he was into the book. He then heard"T...t....thank you, I.. I think." Allen then looked around to see who had said that. After a few seconds he looked at the girl. "Oh hey you're awake!" he nearly shouted. He closed his book and approached the girl. He placed his arms around her "You look a little tired still come have a seat next to me." He then guided her to the seat next to him. "So how are ya feeling?" he asked as he placed his book down and below him.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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A slight shot of adrenaline began to kick in, as several blasts came from Carter’s shotgun. The rounds blasted a chunk out of the cover that the pirates were hiding behind. As he fired his rounds, Stark and Weifert were quick to slip over to the other corner, sliding against the wall quickly.

“Alternate,” Eli was careful not to blurt it over the helmet comms. The speakers were located right by a Marine’s ear, yelling over the comms was guaranteed to deafen auditory senses.

Carter pulled out after his slugs, and then Weifert fired his Infantry Automatic Rifle. The IAR belonged to a family of gas operated, and magazine fed weapons soon to be replaced by laser and pulse rifles that were being developed. The rounds came from the IAR in quick bursts of seven rounds, which pinned down the pirates who were using projectile weapons of their own.

“Alternate,” the very reason for the alternating firing sequences allowed for the pairs to cover each other while the other needed to reload. Plus, Eli liked the touch up of professionalism. Stark quickly took over for Weifert, as Eli switched with Carter. Reynolds stood as rear guard, covering the corridor from which the squad came to prevent flanking.

Five slugs, three hits, the pirate’s chest was blown through by Eli, while Adriana’s personal weapon, blasted a chunk through the barrier, hitting the other raider behind it. Eli blinked, he didn't expect that from Stark's weapon, considering the cauterization of the raider's chest.

“Whoa, mama,” Weifert laughed. “You’re packing a punch in that baby,” he nodded at Stark’s photon rifle.

“Well,” the corridor was clear, and Stark was free to roam past the pair of corpses, “Somebody has to," she mumbled to herself. She wasn't exactly one for words, and in the current situation, the only words that needed to be spoken were those from Eli.

“Yeah, are you allowed to use that thing?” Reynolds asked, kicking the corpse a bit. Adriana didn't give a reply, the answer was pretty obvious.

“This corridor is clear, I think the bridge is that way,” Eli pointed down the open corridor. “Sarge, you’re covering rear, and Stark, you’re taking point now,”

“As usual…” Adriana mused mildly, the squad continued moving.

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#, as written by Rulke
(Wrong location posting again)

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Carter nodded at Eli's instruction to be the rear guard. Though behind the mask was flustered that the scientist packed so much more a punch than he, the heavy weapons specialist did. It was time to 'up his ante' and show off the more versatile effects his shotgun could deploy in combat. He pulled a cartridge from the side of his belt and placed it into a slot on the side of the shotgun as well as quickly took a more narrow barrel from his belt and quickly swapped out with his current one, he did this all very quickly. He had trained to swap his utilities out in a firefight if needed, so he was quick. He pressed a button on the side and the gun made made a slight buzzing noise. Now it was ready to fire four heated spikes per shot. However, the gun would over heat quicker and do less damage, as well as a lower fire rate. But in turn, it would be more accurate and have a small 'splash' effect. If the spikes missed flesh, they would shatter upon contact with metals. Causing small but harmful fragmentation. A barbaric but effective ammo type.

Sliding in behind the rest of the squad near the next corner he waited for Eli's order to round the corner slightly anxious about showing off his shotgun's new 'fangs', certainly the effect would be substantial in such a close quarters environment. And if these didn't prove his point about being the big guy on deck, he always had explosive, incendiary, and ionized slugs to show off.

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Although Eon was completely powered down he could still hear as a system function to make sure he can be retrieved. He heard some pilots talking, "Hey, A-are you okay...?" a pilot said as she shook the motionless Eon, as far as he knew she was speaking to others whom he presumed was standing around, he presumed the actions of the pilots the one questioning him had walked away and most likely called for engineers to get Eon booted up. The other pilots decided to pick Eon up and lean him against the gunship that he had repaired and stood there and waited.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Bravo team continued to move in file along the narrow corridors of the pirate frigate. The ship itself was fairly large, but not as large as an average Federation frigate. The ship itself seemed very quiet, devoid of life almost, despite the fact that only the ship’s drives were damaged. The crew should’ve been spared by the Salient’s salvo, perhaps they withdrew from the ship, but the hangar seemed to be crowded full of fighter craft.

“I don’t like the looks of this chief, I feel like they got an ambush set up for us,” Weifert spoke. “We’ve been through these corridors and we’ve only seen two bad guys.”

“Yeah, this place seems very quiet,” Reynolds replied.

“Just keep moving,” Eli sighed. Adriana was still leading; she was the cautious sort, inching forth slowly. She obviously had the right mind when boarding any enemy ship, despite the fact that her weapon had proven its capabilities. In the hands of another, they would've leaped forward with it, ready to blast any pirate away.

“Allo, there, this is Uncle Ray, have you guys fo’nd anythin’ yet? Over,” Ray's interruption had made Reynolds jump slightly when his voice poured forth through the communication channels.

“No, nothin’ yet, we’re heading to the bridge now, over,” Eli responded.

“Alrighty then, I’ll check back in with yeh in five, Uncle Ray out.” The comm channel remained silent after Ray disappeared.

Perhaps the pirates were lying in wait on the bridge, Eli could only wonder. He chose to remain silent, for even he wasn’t sure. The corridors were led to larger storage areas which wandered off into other corridors. The storage areas had large metallic cylinders; one could only guess what pirates held in those containers, but it was safe to assume that they contained weapons and armaments of many kinds.

“So, Sarge, how’d you get to be called “Blacksmith” anyways?” Weifert chuckled. He found it interesting and thought it could be something to discuss if they ever got bored, and they were bored.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Garrison looked at the marine and gruffed, pointing to Colter with one hand. "When your Commanding officer is silent... Its a good idea to be silent yourselves. Stories are for the mess hall, not aboard an enemy vessel where one noise can get a hole blown in the back of your head." Carter spoke with age-old wisdom. He was one for messing around, story telling, and the like but not when a mission took priority and one mistake could get a soldier, or soldiers killed. "Captain, may I suggest something? Splitting into two groups and sending one toward the engine block would be logical. Most ships have back-up drives and cores there to contain information if the mainframe is damaged, blown-up, or corrupted, don't they?" Carter had served on a handful of different ships, and all had some sort of back-up from information. A Black-Box so to speak, some even had secondary control rooms to operate a ship if the bridge was obliterated by an enemy strike.

Plus, they may as well secure the whole ship while they were at it if they were interested in capturing and containing the vessel. However, Carter didn't press the subject inching behind the rest of his group with the shotgun turned spike thrower cradled in his arms, still waiting for Eli's response on his inquiry.

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Character Portrait: Reterec Smithy Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon set to work, "Alright Alpha team on me," he called as they went to the ship for transport to the frigate that ADAM disabled. "We don't know what's on than ship or if there's any air so suit up and get ready for action. I'll be front line, and see just how much punishment the Brass's toy armor can take; Corporal Smithy back me up if I'm getting shot- you're getting kills, Private O'Neil and Corporal Graham I want in back line but if either of you got a role you're better at let me know and we can change the game plan to optimize the team. Thadeus, I know your built in sensors are way stronger than mine so be our eyes and ears and pick them off when you can."

While he was fine with working like this he'd much rather the men spoke up so they could orient to everyone's strengths. If there was anything Jon didn't like it was a team at less than full, he turned into the armory before they hit the hangers, "Suit up and grab everything you need here and now, won't do us any good to belly ache after we get there. He himself grabbed a standard assault rifle, side arm and a belt of stun grenades, didn't want to destroy the ship interior. "Our primary objective is simple: get there sweep the damn ship, kill any hostiles and take whatever kind of communication equipment, star charts or whatever the hell the damned AI wanted, someone grab a remote link so he can plug into that frigate and save us some trouble."

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Character Portrait: Reterec Smithy Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Thaddeus was listening to the plan Jon was giving before their battle started. He looked around to see the faces of other marines. Unsurprisingly enough some look like they were about to piss their pants, others just looked nervous. Jon was going to be the meat shield, obviously, so that Smithy and the others could shoot freely. When he heard his responsibility he nodded in reply. It was true. During a fight like this there was going to be chaos everywhere and he was best used to try to clear some of the confusion away. "Suit up and grab everything you need here and now, won't do us any good to belly ache after we get there." Zat's for sure. Thaddeus thought to himself as he looked over the weaponry.

There were so many weapons that Thaddeus felt almost overwhelmed. The first thing he picked up was a sniper rifle, the best weapon a scout could hope for. He managed to scrounge around to find a silencer for it too. Next he went around to grab two grenades, some extra ammo for the sniper rifle, and a tact knife. He was glad he had his Luger with him. It had helped him fathers before him cause it was still a damn good gun. "Ghost are you up for es?" Thaddeus asked his AI within his helmet, external communicators still off. "Yes sir. Preparing the auto-lock sequence, cloaking, and Death Walk as well." Ghost replied in return. Thaddeus looked at his gun with sheer curiosity. He wondered how Ghost would pick up the targets or if the pirates would see through his cloaking. Probably not with the fight that they were about to go into but there are always those rare times.

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Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis

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Grenadine jumped slightly back when the engineer turned around and tried to talk to her. She was by far not prepared for the hug, and her every muscle tensed up, her face turning bright traffic-light red. As he pulled her to the seat next to him, she still hadn't said anything. She sat for a while, sorting out his questions on her head "Well, Um... I'm... fine" she rubbed her nose a little, it hurt. She still looked at her shoes, talking to humans was extremely difficult for some reason, and this one touched her, making it much harder. She usually didn't have conversations with people, at all... "Um, well... I... You..." she scratched her hair, then rubbed her eyes a little. Her glasses had been removed in the medic bay "I should... glasses..." she said, standing up. "Um... did you see..." she pointed at her eyes, circling her hands around them to symbolize glasses. She had worn a pair of large, black, goggle like one since she had been tracking Rover. She hoped they hadn't broken in the fall, but that would explain why her nose was swollen and bruised but not broken.


((I'm so sorry I'm not replying frequently, I'm in the middle of job changing, moving, school start up and trying to have some vacation at the same time))

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"Nervous aren't ya?" he asked as he realized she couldn't seem to finish a sentence. He started to piece things together when she made a motion for glasses. "Ah your goggles. I have not seen them but we can go and check the med bay they might be there." Allen said as he stood up. He reached over to the chair where he set his book down and placed it back in his back pocket. He then did a little stretch to straighten out his back. "Ouch this thing is almost never working right." He then laughed quietly at his own self. He knew he was weird but he wasn't wanting to scare off the one person who started to talk to him. He thought about what he should do to try and get her to like him just a little bit and talk to him. "You know i'm a really nice guy I don't bite or anything.... That sounded stupid." He then ran his hands through his hair and looked at the girl. She was attractive that much he knew. "Why don't we start with this. Hello I'm Allen Ryker. It is very nice to meet you." He then held out his hand offering it to her. "Lets go and get you your glasses."

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Grenadine just nodded, then shook her head ferociously as he asked if she was nervous. She looked at him as he got up, thinking a little as he complained about his back "there might be a..." she muttered to herself "implants... cross muscling" she used her hand to draw in the air, thinking. Grenadine got yanked out of her trail of thought as he spoke, carefully taking his hand, trying, as if she expected it to fall off or burn... "I'm Grenadine Davis, PhD" she muttered "My glasses might be in the medic bay" she agreed, her voice didn't really carry "I don't think you bite, I'm just not good at... talking to people" she decided to leave it at that and not scare him off any more than she probably already was. She looked down at her green rubber boots as they walked towards the medic bay. She suddenly lit up "Back! You back! Pain! Muscles or skeleton? Can I test a prototype on you?" she lit up, her voice suddenly carried strongly, and she had no trouble looking all over him, studying his composition.

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Allen continued to walk with Grenadines' hand in his. "You want to what on me?" he asked as he stopped and turned around to look at her. "You know you should wait to ask people that until the second date but im liking how bold you are being now." He scratched the bottom of his chin with his free hand thinking of what to say to her wanting to test a prototype. "I guess I am up for it as long as no incredible bodily harm occurs." Allen said as he started to walk again. He was trying to think of something to say to her but was at a loss for what to even talk about. Then he finally thought that he wanted to know about this prototype. "So what exactly does this Prototype do?" He asked when they turned a corner to get to the med bay. He turned his head so he could look at her when she talked but made sure that he was not going to run into anyone. He was also a little happy that she started to talk to him using full sentences and not just a few words.

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Grenadine stopped, looking absolutely puzzled "Date?" she looked at their hands "um... okay... thanks... I think" she blushed up again, walking next to him in blushing silence until he asked about the prototype "Oh, it's perfectly harmless" she lit up "It's a full body suit, powered by your own body heat and a battery pack, and it enhances your body's natural abilities. It's set with artificial muscling and a network of sensors to feel you muscles moving, and sending the impuls to other sensors, replicating and amplifying you natural muscle reactions" I've tested it on my self, but I don't have back problems, so that would be interesting. I'm also trying to find some athletes to test it on, I have a theory that it could't give a great physical advantage" she grinned at him, her eyes twinkling enthusiastically "And maybe it can help people with injuries to get their injured part to work as normal" she looked at him for a response.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Second Pirate Frigate

Bravo Team entered through the single wide blast door that sealed off the bridge. The blast door normally would hiss open, but it's internal machinations were damaged, leaving it jarred open. Once through, they fanned out through the forked corridor to secure as much ground as possible.

The bridge was vacant, with two or three terminals blinking and beeping incessantly as a result of damaged systems. It was a complete mess though, as if pirates had ransacked it, with wires untangled and wrecked tablets scattered across the floor. No hostiles were detected though, which allowed Bravo team to lower their weapon systems.

Eli spoke into his helmet comm, “Commander the bridge seems clear, oddly enough…” he strode forth, the clank of his steel covered foot hitting the metallic floor of the bridge with each step he took.

Weifert kicked aside a devastated tablet, a mass produced piece of technology that almost anyone whether they were tech savvy, or ignorant, could use. He laid his IAR over his right shoulder as he inspected the empty bridge.

“Ah shit…this place is giving me the spooks,” Weifert turned to Adriana, who was standing in a trance like posture, but she was merely observing through her visor with her eyes, without moving an inch.

“We should probably hack into the systems and sweep it for whatever we can find,” the Sergeant Major spoke, as he lowered his personalized shotgun.

“Right, did anybody bring a datapad?” Reynolds asked. The rest of the team turned to face him.

“What…?” Reynolds looked back at everyone, completely dumbfounded.

“I thought you brought the pad,” Weifert walked over towards Reynolds.

“But…I thought…” Reynolds paused.

“So we’ve established that nobody brought a datapad for the ship AI to slip into?” Eli nodded to himself, just great.

“I guess we’re doing this manually,” Eli turned to Carter, who released his grip on his shotgun, and proceeded to enter the data system through a wire installed in the exterior layer of their armor. Using the wire, he plugged into a circular port, one of many scattered across the walls and terminals of the ship’s bridge.

As the Sergeant Major was plugged into the system, absorbing whatever coordinates, maps, and charts available, Weifert approached one of the many random screens located in the room. He would’ve given it a single glance before moving on, but something stopped his gaze.

“Hey chief, I got something over here,” Weifert turned to the Captain, who was watching Carter.

“What is it?” Eli approached him, to which Weifert pointed to the screen. A man, he was covering something with his body, while his arms worked at a supposed object in the corner. Then he left, and a small metallic cube was revealed, it was beeping and blinking.

“What the hell is that?” Weifert waited for Eli to respond, but the Captain paused, trying to comprehend what he just saw.

“It’s a bomb…we gotta get the hell outta here!”

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Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis

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"You know what. Sure i'll help you with your prototype. I'm always in business for favors when it comes to attractive women." He had one of the largest smiles he could have even possibly had. He was enjoying his time with this girl and he honestly didn't want it to stop. He placed a finger on his chin. "Plus it would be nice to not have my back hurting so much." He couldn't help but think what she thought of him. He was weird, he knew that much. He hardly ever did anything note worthy or at least that is how he thinks it is. Allens smile faded but not all the way. He was happy for the first time in the longest time. They rounded another corner to the med bay. "And here we are." He said as he pushed open the doors and started to search for her glasses. He let go of her hand once he saw then next to where he assumed that they had placed her. He walked over and grabbed them turned around and approached Grenadine. "And looky at what I found next to a bed." He then place the glasses on her head. "Now don't you look beautiful." He said with a smile on his face. Allen then began to blush realizing what he had said.

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Attractive woman? Her? Grenadine figured that this Allen character probably needed glasses as well, but didn't say so. "I'm glad you want to test it, and I'm sure your back will benefit from it. I could try to device a vest in the same concept that is just going to benefit your back" she grinned. As they rounded the corner, and he still insisted on walking her by the hand, she just followed him around. As he let go and put her glasses on, she pinched her eyes tightly shut, scared that he might poke her. "I have very little opinion on how I look" she stated confused... Was it a question? She wasn't sure... Human interactions was very difficult for her, she should have been built, not born... "So, do you have an open schedule and are available for testing now?"

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"Well I guess I am open now. I've already done the calibrations for the day and checked all the important systems." He shrugged. He was trying to put one and one together about why someone would act like this girl does. He had given her plenty of compliments but she seems to be a little dense to him. He ran his hands through his hair. This was one of his key notes in telling that he is stressed out about something but it trying to keep his cool about it. "You know if you wanted me to let go of your hand back there you could have just said something, it be honest with you I don't even know why I grabbed and held onto your hand." He was not trying to be rude he was just more or less stating a fact. He hated when he got like this. His train of thought was slowly going towards the bad when he thought of a question to ask her. "Not to be rude or anything but you don't interact with people that much do you?" he asked. but then his com device started going off. He listened to what was needed . "Oh crap, I need your help. We have to start up some android for the pilot." He said as he made his way to the door. "If you help me with this i'll do whatever you want, I promise."

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Grenadine grinned widely "super that we can do it now" she then looked very puzzled "um... I didn't mind" she looked befuddled at her hand. He seemed to figure it out "No, I was raised in a lab" she admitted "not as a test subject" she clarified quickly. He seemed... upset that she didn't respond to his flirts... Not that she would mind to do so, she just didn't know or care about it. Flirting lead to things she really wasn't comfortable with.
She jumped as he looked at his communicatior. "You don't have to repay me, it's my job" she insisted "This is what I'm good at" she made for the door, then grabbed his hand clumsily, letting him lead the way.

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Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed, the dress was best thing she had, but in light of everything it seemed over the top. It probably was just a chance for the Officer to get to know her. Considering her family reputation it made sense, to do this. Although she had a mission, keep the Lt distracted, that meant acting like this was more. Although staring at her reflection, she wondered if she was a being a bitch. Part of her felt like she was regressing woman's right back with her actions. She was going to use her womanly wiles to make sure Lt remain unaware of the big party. It should have been easy, but she felt like this was wrong in so many ways.

Stripping out her uniform she looked at herself, semi attractive woman with small perky breasts, but lovely red hair with traces of black. It not like she didn't know how beautiful many thought she was, but still for some reason she felt ugly.

Lifting up the dark blue dress she slipped it on, zipping up the back carefully by using the mirror, then slipping her heels on she let out a long heavy sigh.

It was for Hyena, that what she needed to remember. It's best to sacrifice friendship with Lt for some with her wing mate, because in the end who did she have to rely on more. Logically it was her Hyena, sacrifices no matter how hard were necessary.

Taking one last look at herself, she headed towards the door checking her watch, twenty minutes until the party begins, that gives her plenty of time to begin this