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'Needle' JEFFERSON

His gaze falters, flickering from you to the view of the stars through the window.

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a character in “Sojourn of the Astral Providence”, as played by Acoustic-Boom

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FULL NAME
Jack Matthew Jefferson

OTHER NAMES
'Needle'/Jacky/J.J.

AGE
37

SEX
Male

POSITION
Pilot




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Subject, JACK JEFFERSON, is an athletic male of caucasian descent. He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, weighing in at approximately 165lbs. Jack has blue eyes, and dark brown hair, which often defies regulation by his inherent messiness and lack of care. He carries himself with a certain amount of arrogance, clearly due to his consistent high grades and stellar mission outcomes.




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STRENGTHS
Charismatic/Good Instincts/Trustworthy/Courageous

WEAKNESSES
Mouthy/Impulsive/AddictivePersonality/Disregard for Procedure

EXTENDED DESCRIPTION
The Subject has shown evidence of being a quality team member. Loyal to the last, JEFFERSON consistently maintains positive morale and a good humor. He appears to enjoy the trivial, often at inappropriate times. Though it would appear otherwise, JEFFERSON takes criticism poorly due to his determination to perform highly across the board (as he does, evidenced by section C 'Exams'). He bonds well with others, but upon closer inspection does not easily relate to teammates on a personal level. Nevertheless, he has shown a tendency to be considerate of the hardships of others. He has a good respect for the chain of command, HOWEVER, it is noted that this respect does not ensure his obedience. OVERALL, the Subject can be volatile but has a high probability of boosting mission success.





NOTE: JEFFERSON RECEIVED NICKNAME 'NEEDLE' AFTER TEAMMATE CLAIMED 'JEFFERSON'S A BIT OF A PRICK, BUT HE'LL PULL YOU TOGETHER WHEN YOU NEED IT'




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JEFFERSON was born to colonist parents, and reportedly showed an aptitude for engineering at a young age. At the age of 16, he joined the NAVY where he slowly rose through ranks as an engineer. Though nothing special, he thought quickly on his feet. JEFFERSON has a number of bad marks on his record due to disturbances, one of many being the theft and flight of a classified ship on the 'dare' of another recruit. This nearly resulted in his dishonorable expulsion from the NAVY, however his skills were noted and he was trained as a pilot. He has excelled since.

Two years ago, the Subject was deployed on a classified reconnaissance mission. The outcome of this was less than desirable, and resulted in the deaths of the majority of his team. JEFFERSON himself was severely injured. There is a considerable amount of burn scarring across his body as a result of this mission, and JEFFERSON was honorably discharged when it became clear that injuries affecting his sight and balance would ensure that he could not serve for the rest of his life.

His location as of now is unknown.

So begins...

'Needle' JEFFERSON's Story

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The Inn and Out 'Rest House', Titan
'Needle' Jefferson: Pilot of the Astral Providence

Dry, dusty sunlight filtered through the broken blinds in the cracked window, just enough to illuminate Jack's wristwatch when it began to buzz. Time to be up then. The man untangled himself from the mess of limbs to survey his situation and find some clothes, because, as was not unusual of late, he had woken stark naked. Sure, even he recognised that there were worse sights in the world than his chiselled, if somewhat scarred body, but he thought turning up in his birthday suit might earn him a few choice words from the captain.

"Hmm."

The room was a state - and smelled like it too. Memories from the previous night were returning, and with them came the unmistakable beginnings of a hangover. Throbbing head? Check. Bleary eyes? Check. Two women, who he couldn't remember the name of sprawled, just as nude as he was, in his rented bed? Check. Part of him couldn't help but acknowledge the traditional attractiveness of his two unconscious ladies, but his wristwatch was buzzing, and he was rummaging through the room in search of clothes. He sure may be many things, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be late on his first day.

On his way out of the seedy 'Rest House', Jack paused to pay at the front desk. It was, if anything, filthier and dustier than his room had been. The receptionist looked at least three hundred years old, and in all the time it took her to process his payment his eyes settled on the lost and found box. For the first time that morning, his lips found a small smile.

He was right on time as he strolled along the docks. He walked quickly, breathing in the familiar scent of sweat and oil and metal; of home. His fingers twitched, even as his vision blurred and he staggered a little. No. Not now. He took a deep, steadying breath, and took a pill from a packet in the breast pocket of his coat. He swallowed it dry, and his vision swam back into place just as he found the dock for the Astral Providence. As it did the first time he saw her, she took his breath away. Not quite state of the art, not quite perfect, but when he placed his hand on her hull she was baked warm by the sun as though she was really alive. Sure, she would always be Emilie's ship, but he would be the one to fly with her.

"Let's get going shall we, darlin'?"

He hoped no one had heard him talking to the ship. Jack checked his watch again, and made his way to the end of the dock, where a lone figure stood awaiting him and the rest of the crew. That'd be the Captain. An easy grin found its way to his face as he approached, and then stood before her, dropping the duffle bag which held his belongings at his feet. He performed a lazy salute.

"'Morning, Captain," he greeted her casually. He'd cleaned up well, all things considered. His white shirt wasn't exactly white, nor crisp, but was his best attempt at formality at present. His work boots were mostly clean, and so was his protective vest. The hat he'd stolen from lost and found defied gravity, balanced at a rakish angle on his head, shading a clear 5 o'clock shadow and his trademark messy hair. "Good day for it," he commented dryly.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Emilie Graves: Captain of the Astral Providence

Captain Graves had just settled into her best impression of a naval officer at show when she heard footsteps along one of the access catwalks coming toward her. Her expression did not waver a modicum as she turned her eyes to observe, and when Jefferson strode into view, her composure all but fractured.

"Needle."

She exclaimed quietly, not hiding the surprise on her face. Of course she only let the surprise show because Jefferson was a man she had known for some time. They weren't precisely close but they were known commodities to one another and shared professional courtesy and even a few laughs. Excellent acquaintances, one might say. Another reason she let her surprise show was to try and mask the mischief dancing in her steely eyes.

"You're early." She chided with mocking disapproval. "That won't do. Now how am I supposed to practice brooding with your cheeky face floating nearby?" Her wolfish grin stretched the puckered scar into non-existence and she stepped up to to offer a hand shake.

"Have a seat if you like." She said, gesturing to a small cargo crate. Then she paused and gave the dimly lit cargo-bay a thoughtful look. "Or..." she looked back at him "...have a poke around the helm. With any luck we'll have a real navigator this trip."

Her eyes took on an amused glimmer before she looked back up at the ship.

As a matter of course, the Castellano Heavy Industries Model 17 vessel line was boxy, sturdy, and designed for station to station freight. No planet-side action. The Astral Providence was not standard fare. Boasting an additional four external thrust modules that made her look overweight and two oversized ATI-VASIMR engines that loomed over the main aft cargo hatch, the Astral Providence was like a CHI Model 17L on steroids. She had more thrust and power than she had right to and could touch and go on most planetary outposts. As a result, the old girl had half the cargo capacity of any other Model 17 eaten up by the power core but about three times the get-up-and-go.

The logistics of running such a vessel were high cost and any experienced pirate knew it. Of course, large assets weren't the only tricks that the Astral Providence had under her hull plating. She wasn't winning any races or wargames, but she had everything she needed to get the job done.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
'Needle' Jefferson: Pilot of the Astral Providence

"Someone's pleased to see me," he laughed as he watched her stern expression break into a more familiar jovial one. Oh, they'd had some good times together. Not many, sure, but he was as glad as she was for a familiar face. He hummed and patted the Providence's hull affectionately, looking longingly into the depths of the ship. She felt like home already, and the excitement he'd felt before doubled. He knew that, especially with Graves as his Captain, they'd whip up more than a little trouble together.

He longed to climb inside the Providence, drop his bag in his bunk, and settle into the driver's seat, but instead, he chose to stay. Needle had already read the 'official' specs and blueprints for the ship. He'd also read the unofficial specs. He was still keen to calibrate her to his own style of flying though, and he was sure that fiddling with the dashboard would be strongly frowned upon. For that, he'd need the good Captain happy to trust him to his own devices for a good long while.

So he climbed upon the crate, sat himself down, and kicked his duffle bag to the floor beneath him. Not that it was a chore to wait. The captain had a pleasant face, which he found easy to split into laughter, so he didn't mind too much delaying the inevitable.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he told her honestly, "But I think it'd be unfair to make the crew meet your grumpy face first off. I'll wait here. For their sakes."

He didn't know what their mission was, whether they were to sail the stars at the whim of the Captain, or whether Emilie had more up her sleeve, but Needle was fairly sure that whatever it was, it wouldn't be so bad following her orders.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
"Blue" Hershall: Navigator

Blue was not hiding. Yes, she'd wedged herself into a narrow strip of space between some abandoned cargo crates and yes, she was doubled over with her hands on her knees, but the purpose of hiding was to evade a specific person or persons and Blue was intent on evading... everyone at the moment. She'd been managing panic attacks for a day or so in advance of accepting her first real position as a navigator. Suddenly, the weight of the past four years was pressing down on her and so, she hid.

She twitched her pinky finger and a clock winked dimly into existence across the back of her left hand. It's almost time, she thought and gripped her knees more tightly. Her hair was falling out of the neat ponytail it'd been in when she left her hotel this morning. Turquoise curls fell over her turquoise eyes and she watched the locks sway slightly as she breathed. Her counselor at school would have conniptions if he could see her now. Hiding between dirty, rust-worn cargo crates was as unbecoming as it could get for a "lovely young lady" such as herself. The very thought of that greasy old toad smarming at her over the rim of his glasses sent her temper rumbling. The anger loosened the band around her chest, just a little. She'd learned when she entered the Astral Academy that anger had a curiously neutralizing effect when she was otherwise paralyzed by panic. Slowly, Blue straightened her spine, pressing her palms against the rough corrugated steel on either side of her. The whirlwind was shrinking. She smoothed her cloud of turquoise locks and squeezed herself back out into the street. Setting her jaw, she took a quick glance at the street around her, steadily ignoring the few people on the docks giving her weird looks. She adjusted her pack and marched past landing pads 12 and 13. Her step faltered as she turned to approach the Astral Providence and the two figures that stood before her, but she bit down on the inside of her cheek and surged forward before she could lose her nerve.

"Captain Graves?" The woman was easily one of the more intimidating people Blue had ever met. She was at least a head taller with a stern expression and sweeping scar. "I'm Blue. Hershall. Your navigator. Sorry." She winced, but resisted the urge to melt into the ground. She'd spent hours strategizing the best way to deal with her name. She hated the flowery monstrosity she'd inherited from Neuvo Corp., but short of dying and being reborn there wasn't much she could do about it when it came to official document. And now she looked like an idiot with an idiot's name. Perfect.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
'Needle' Jefferson: Pilot of the Astral Providence

He'd only just finished laughing at the Captain when he half interrupted himself, frowning as the shape of a woman, no, a girl walked towards them. Was she lost? He cast a half-desperate-mostly-curious glance at the good Captain before returning to look at the young lady that approached them. Jesus. She looked terrifying, and Emilie's stern gaze would do nothing to help. The girl must just be running an errand, or maybe she was lost. As he peered closer, Needle guessed her age to be maybe...twenty? She didn't appear too young, but where was that confidence most girls of her age had? He shook his head slowly, and listened to her introduction.

If he had had it in him to be surprised at her introduction, his jaw may have dropped. Bless her cotton socks. She was so green, and he knew that this had to be her first official post. And this was their navigator. A hole opened in his stomach. He was already worried for her. He of all people knew what he could be liked - and the last thing he wanted to do was scare the girl in some crazy, spontaneous maneuver.

After a second of silence, he gathered his thoughts. Being scared for her wouldn't help. All he could do was attempt to make her feel at ease, because the Captain still hadn't moved, but the seconds were stretching out longer. Needle fixed an easy, lazy smile on his face and welcomed her.

"Nothing to apologise for, kid," he grinned, the perfect picture of relaxation, "She's stuck with that face. We try not to remind her of it too often. Hurts her ego, you know?" Needle jumped lithely from the box he'd been reclining on to approach her and offer a hand.

"They call me Needle. Great to meet you," he told her warmly, before lowering his voice paternally, "Just call me Jack though."

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Emilie Graves

"Didn't expect me?" Emilie laughed in response. "Jack, I was here hours ago" She said as her grin faded into a look of amusement. She walked back down the ramp to the satisfying rhythm of boots on plating and took a deep breath, resuming her at-ease stance at it's base. "It's my ship" she added emphatically, though her voice was more serious this time. "And I missed it." She fell silent for a few moments, surveying the catwalks, cargo crates, and doorways. It seemed she finally managed to regain the brooding composure previously held but that there was something more easy about it now; something more natural. She shifted, mostly all in her spine, and cleared her throat. "And I'm not grumpy" she said with an indignant little sniff. "I'm..." she paused as though struggling with the right word "... captainly." Not even she believed that and her eyelid twitched as she shot an amused glare at Jack. "I'm rusty dammit." she whispered through a maddened little giggle but she cut it off sharply as a small figure came into view.

Emilie Graves raised a skeptical eyebrow at Blue as she approached but made no obvious expressions of approval or disapproval.
Everyone deserved a chance to advocate for themselves and appearances often meant little. She cast a chiding look at Jack as a late response to his concern. Then the introduction clued her in on the situation. The navigator, Ms. Hershall, was not an unknown to Captain Graves. She had done some research on this diminutive candidate and, as it turned out, skittish tendencies aside, Blue was a damn good navigator.

Of course, as usual, Jack was the first to pipe up and ruin the captain's silence test. Graves rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, waiting until Jack had finished being charming. Then she piped up with a neutral tone of affirmation. "Jack's right, you've nothing to apologize for, Blue." She looked directly at Blue's eyes unwaveringly, as if to say yet, as Emilie Graves stepped up next to the pilot. "And yes, I am Captain Graves." She added. "And this..." she gestured at the vessel's aft looming behind her "... is the Astral Providence." Then she gave the girl a small smile that was more social grace than an emotional expression and extended her hand. "Welcome aboard."

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Blue Hershall

The seconds stretched in silence, and Blue felt her face start to warm. Why wasn't she saying anything? Maybe... maybe she hadn't realized that Blue was a Neuvo? Maybe now she wouldn't want her as navigator. Or maybe there was something she was supposed to say, some norm among space crews that she was forgetting. Blue was wracking her brain and was just starting to chew her lower lip nervously when the second figure-- a man she was close enough to see, spoke.

"Nothing to apologise for, kid. She's stuck with that face. We try not to remind her of it too often. Hurts her ego, you know?" Blue couldn't catch the little gasp as it erupted from her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, then put both her hands at her side, blushing furiously through her cocoa-colored skin. Her gaze darted back and forth between the man and the captain, waiting for her reaction, but he continued talking smoothly, seemingly unconcerned with his own informal tone. "They call me Needle," he said extending his hand. "Great to meet you. Just call me Jack though."

Blue blinked at Jack's hand, taken aback and slightly... pleased. Things really were different in the Sol System. Around Centauri, her face, her hair, everything about her marked her as a Neuvo Spouse. She was used to being treated as easily acquired property, or even being ignored completely. Even at the Academy, she'd endured countless patronizing smirks and dismissive glances. This, being treated like an actual person, was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

Blue shook Jack's hand, smiling shyly. "Oh, um, it's my pleasure," she said. His hand was warm and rough, and his smile was genuine.

The captain spoke and the warm feeling she'd had receded a bit. Once she spoke, Captain Graves was only slightly less frightening than she was when she was silent. Blue found herself looking away from her intense stare and studying her polished boots instead. Still, she managed a hesitant smile as the captain welcomed her aboard the Astral Providence. Looking at the ship, she clasped her hands behind her back trying to restrain herself. She'd expected to be sick with panic upon seeing the actual vessel she'd be completing her first assignment on, but now that she was here, she could barely contain her excitement. This was it, this was her chance to prove she was more than just someone's wife gone wrong. The chances that she screwed this up were... Blue stopped that thought in its tracks.

"Thank you, Captain," she said and was pleased that her voice didn't waver. "I'm happy to be here."


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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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The Inn and Out 'Rest House', Titan
Aimery Slora, Engineer and Systems Technician


Aimery sat in the quiet hotel. It was almost never this peaceful, but early in the morning, guests mostly went with droopy eyelids. She nursed a lukewarm cup of coffee, allowing the mug to warm her hands with the tiny remnants of heat it still retained, and checked the projection clock on the wall. Her attention barely wavered as another guest left, a merchant woman dressed in reds and whites. She was here often, and a reliable source of information about the close moons. The blonde watched, disinterested, as the innkeeper bustled about with coffee and breakfasts. Aimery practically lived in this hotel on the off days, when the doctor didn't need her around and the extra rooms were filled with parts and customers. It was no palace, that was for sure- it was ancient and rather seedy, a place where you could easily lose almost anything on your person. It suited Aimery quite nicely; she had nothing to lose and feared no man.

Another customer entered the lobby, passing the bar to the receptionist. The lady seemed almost as old as the building itself, and Aimery had seen more customers than she'd like trying to slip the old woman a few less credits than they owed. However, the wrinkled woman had the eyes of a hawk, and no one left the inn without paying exactly what they owed. Outside of her money, though, she could care less, and the lost and found items were rarely returned to their rightful owners.

The man that had just walked downstairs was dressed nicely, if a wrinkled white shirt and work boots could be considered 'nice'. He paid, eyeing the box of lost possessions with a curious eye. He'd come in rather late, when she was working the reception, and paid little mind to her curious eye. He seemed like a man who'd come across a lot of adventure; in good shape and scarred up. The two women hanging off his arm stole most of his attention, however, and she'd only caught little snatches of the intoxicated conversation. Aimery had caught just enough to connect him to the rumors that had been passing through for weeks. A local celebrity of sorts, Emilie Graves, would be docking and recruiting a crew for what was supposedly her last mission. The man seemed much more put together this morning, and though he was feeling the effects of a hangover, he managed out of the inn well enough. Abandoning her mug on the counter on a rash fancy- something Aimery was not known for- she trailed after the handsome man. If this crew could get her out of the city, she was more than willing to trail along for a little adventure.

He headed towards the docks, a bag tossed over his shoulder. Aimery realized that she carried no possessions with her- she owned very little besides her credits and a few little inventions of her own- her psionic bracelet, a small card for credits- old fashioned, but functional, and most thieves weren't even familiar enough with the thing's value to steal it- and a few parts wrapped in a cloth, tied to her belt. She had only the clothes on her back and a brilliant mind.

He walked up to a brown-haired, officer-looking woman who Aimery assumed was Emilie Graves. She was intimidating and dressed for the part, and the blonde decided to hang back for a moment to assess the situation. Following the man had been enough of a risk, and she wasn't about to charge in with no knowledge of the situation. The man, called 'Needle' by the captain, seemed to be fondly returning to the ship, and the two appeared to know each other quite well, striking up a bit of a conversation before a girl stumbled up to the scene. Aimery's brow furrowed as she worked out the situation- a new recruit, clearly, and a bit of a nervous wreck. They spoke, the dynamics within the conversation quite intriguing. The blonde decided that it was now or never, and she stepped into the street, walking a few paces before approaching the ship.

"Good morning. Is this the Astral Providence? I heard that Captain Graves was recruiting crew members."

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Saturn View Inn, Titan
Nate Hunter

Nate woke to the sound of his alarm, panting and in a cold sweat. He looked around at the small darkened room disoriented. How many days has it been? he wondered thinking about The Ulysses in the maneuver over Tau Ceti Not now he thought as he stood up and switched on the light. The light reviled a small, fairly plush hotel room. He went to start some coffee in the small pot that sat on the desk in the corner of the room then took a quick shower as the beans became coffee.
Nate dressed in what civvies he had: Dark blue dress shirt, black denim pants, black knee boots and a worn old brown flight jacket.
As he drank his coffee he scanned the holo-news stations then tossed the remote down as he realized his watch didn't update to station time and he would be late to the docks. He grabbed his bag with his meager belongings and dashed down to the desk and payed his rent, it was fairly hefty but it was his first time in Sol system and this was the first inn that he felt he wouldn't be knifed in his sleep at. He ran through the small city that had been built near the docks and passed an inn that had a name that made him smile The Inn and Out 'Rest House' he read and chuckled out loud as it was an interesting phrasing style, he quickly came to the docks counting them as he went.
"Twelve, thirteen...Oh My look at you!" he mumbled as the saw The Astral Providence for the first time. He walked around some containers and other cargo and saw a small group gathered at the base of the cargo ramp, he tossed the duffel bag back up on his shoulder and stood at parade rest while his eyes darted over the ship.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Emilie Graves

Within a few minutes, two more faces arrived at Landing Pad 14 down the wide cargo-ready thoroughfare to the vessel's stern. Emilie's heart surged and her chest swelled with something it had not felt in years: Pride. She had a crew after all this time; she had a ship that was supplied; and she had the freedom to choose what happened next. She knew that they could stand up to anything if they were clever enough but that seemed a very far off notion to think about so soon. She looked between everyone gathered with a slow, sweeping gaze that still managed to seem enigmatic and icy.

"Yes on both accounts." She responded without much feeling to Aimery. Her hands clasped behind her once more and she took a few steps back, rising with each stride up cargo ramp. Still talking to Aimery she said "We'll talk." She paused, facing the gathered crew and reached right hand to gently grasp one of the ramp pistons. A small smile touched her lips in that pause and she took a deep breath, talking a little more loudly than before.

"As most of you know, I'm Captain Graves, and this..." she patted the strut "... is The Astral Providence. Some of you I reviewed before I saw your faces and some of you have come on the whim of a hope. So here is what you need to know. As captain, I expect you to follow my command; and, that being said, I don't often make commands. I expect you to do your job and, for all our sake, do it well."

She paused, letting the last part sink in. It seemed that even much of the nearby cargo work had stopped. Then a fierce, wolfish grin swiftly consumed all the ice and neutrality in her features and a blazing fire lit behind her eyes. There was a charismatic kind of mania in it all, like watching a skilled acrobat.

"Step lively" she almost shouted and gestured at the cargo entry with a flourish of her left arm. She neutralized her tone a little as she added "and do tell me what you can do on your way up." She looked at Jack with the ghost of that wolfish grin. "The helm is calling."

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
'Needle' Jefferson

Jack watched the newcomers with a carefully schooled expression. He'd taken a liking to the shy kid, so leaned casually against some stacked crates not too far from her. She reminded him of a mission he'd been on, the year before his honorable discharge. He'd not long been a pilot, and they'd run a routine mission to evacuate a small town at risk from the usual geographic turmoil. Volcanoes, or some such. It had been a small, experimental colony on some forgotten moon - really nothing worth remembering. Except for their temporary passengers. The Solar Falcon, his ship at the time, picked up the resident team of scientists, and among them, one of their daughters. She couldn't have been more than ten, born and bred on the moon, and she'd had the same nervous energy as Blue did. Excited, but nervous. He'd sat her on his lap and let her fly the ship - until the Captain caught him. That had not ended well.

Blue reminded him of that kid, so, some part of him was already sure he'd take her under his metaphorical wing.

The most recent woman to approach their little party looked oddly familiar. Maybe he'd seen her around town the previous night, through an alcohol and perfume fueled haze? Thinking of that made his stomach flip - it was definitely too soon to be remembering the hangover he'd pushed to the furthest corner of his brain. He reserved judgment on her. She really hadn't given much away of her personality, but she looked tidy enough. He reckoned she'd be reliable, at least, and he could already tell that she would have a shrewd eye.

And then there was the new man. It took Needle less than a moment to cast a sweeping glance over him and make a judgment, and he was not pleased. He frowned. He'd taken this job to avoid the Navy, not continue to be tracked by it, and although this man had no idea who he was, Jack didn't trust him. His fingers flexed involuntarily. He tried to not look at him with as much distrust and was pleasantly distracted by Emilie's loud footsteps.

He really couldn't help the smirk that crept upon his face at her postulating, so he hid it behind a hand, hoping he looked brooding, yet attentive. He liked Emilie, a lot. Their previous meetings had always been fun, so he was looking forward to working with her.

"The helm is calling"

Oh boy, that was a phrase he'd been waiting to hear all day. He practically bounced up, scooping up his duffle bag, flovertaking the Captain in just a few strides. He called back over his shoulder for the benefit of the rest of the crew.

"Name's Needle. Pilot. Nice to meet you."

He wound his way through the ship, knowing that the others were likely only just behind him. He'd studied the blueprints every day since he'd been notified of the opening. He already knew the ship, but when he stepped into the helm, she really did take his breath away.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Nate Hunter

Having taken in as much as he could of the ship he switched his focus to the people standing around him.
The Captain, a hansom woman who looked like you wanted to stay on her good side or else you would get the dressing down of your life from her. Although she looks to have a good sense of humor from the way her eyes twinkle when she speaks of space.

The lean man looks to be the impulsive sort, but there was something else to him that Nate couldn't place. Nate made a mental note to watch him and learn.

Nate looked at the younger girls and wondered what positions they were in the crew as they didn't look to be passengers, but he reminded himself that he could be wrong.

He fell-in behind the others as the Captain said to follow her and list their off their positions, Nate was about to speak when the lean man spoke and said he was the pilot. Nate nodded understandingly, now the impulsiveness he saw in the other man made seance.
He decided to get to know the pilot as part of being an engine tech was to support the pilot by having the engines at their best when he or she needed them. Or at least that was Nate's feelings on the matter.
Nate spoke up after a moment went by "Nate, Engine Tech"

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Blue

Pad 14 had begun to fill up at an alarming rate. Blue found herself shrinking towards Jack in a way that she hoped was imperceptible. Sure, she had met him literal seconds before these strangers, but he seemed kind. That was better than nothing.

The girl who appeared was blonde, fine-featured, and tiny, even shorter than Blue, who was used to being towered over by others. Blue avoided meeting her gaze, and began to twist her fingers. Women, especially women her own age, were a baffling sort of danger all their own. They were often sweet -- sickeningly so, but could also be horrifyingly cruel as well. They could play at being your friend for days, or weeks, or years before turning around and betraying you in the worst way. Men were easy enough for Blue to read: they wanted her or they ignored her. Women she had yet to figure out.

The man who appeared didn't even speak as he fell into their crowd. Was everyone else so at ease, so sure that they were meant to be here? How long would it be before she felt that way...? With the way Captain Graves stare pierced her as she spoke, Blue had a feeling it might be a long while.

Jack pushed off the bed of crates he had been leaning against as soon as the Captain was done speaking and bounded up the ramp towards the ship. "Name's Needle," he said over his shoulder, almost as if it were an afterthought. "Pilot." Blue tilted her head, but didn't say anything. He hadn't told the others to call him Jack... was that a good thing? Maybe he had decided that she seemed kind as well...

The second man spoke as Jack disappeared into the ship, and Blue drifted along in his wake, skirting Captain Graves as she went by. "Nate, Engine Tech," he said. They certainly seemed to be a crew of few words.

"I'm-- well, you can call me Blue," she said, more to the newcomers than the captain. Well, at least to their shoes. "Everyone does. I'll be navigating. Please to meet you, Nate. And...?" She steeled herself internally and glanced up at the girl, offering her a shy smile. Maybe this one could be different?

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Aimery Slora


Aimery received a quick reply from the captain, and the blonde could read no emotion on the brunette's face. Emilie seemed to hide her emotions well, much like herself, and as the girl's attention was caught by a new arrival- a tall, military-esque man that seemed to make Needle the slightest bit uncomfortable, the waifish tech took a better look at the other two crew members.

Needle was a tall man, looking like he'd had his fair share of adventures, and the more that she looked at him the more the memories from last night came back- snatches of memory, maybe a few drunken comments here or there. However, he seemed thrilled to be back in the air. Hopefully he didn't remember her, not too well at least, and they could start over. She was determined to make a good impression on everyone in the crew- and being on Needle's good side would hopefully win her a little favor with the captain. The two seemed close.

The girl was quiet and nervous, but Aimery was sure that intelligence bloomed behind the frail exterior. Blue seemed oddly familiar to the blonde, but Aimery couldn't place it. She was reminded of the escort-bots that sometimes accompanied their significant others to the hotel where she worked, but the bots were incredibly social and outgoing. Her cold gaze lingered one moment, two moments too long, and the tiny girl looked away.

The third arrival seemed clean-cut and straight-laced, and Aimery was almost instantly suspicious of him. He was reserved as well, sizing up the rest of the crew, and Aimery decided that she'd be keeping a close eye on him.

Captain Graves redirected Aimery's attention. It was already time to leave. The blonde cast one last look over the city, wondering if she'd ever return to the place she'd been born and raised. It was a ridiculous thought- this port city was a major trade area, and they'd most likely drop in often enough. That being said, Aimery still wasn't quite sure of the mission itself- which could completely change that. The fire in the captain's eyes was more than enough to convince her to leave it all behind, and as the crew started heading into the ship, Aimery decided that this was goodbye. She fell in last, behind Blue, and listened closely as they all introduced themselves. Needle was the pilot, which fit a few pieces together, and Nate was the engine tech. Aimery wondered if he'd notice if she shadowed- working under a cyborg-surgeon had taught her a lot, but on a much smaller and more biological scale.

Blue introduced herself to the captain, and Aimery was surprised when the girl turned back to her. "My name is Aimery Slora, and I can work as an engineer or systems technician. Whatever you need me to do, Captain." She straightened her jacket. "It's nice to meet you, Blue."

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Emilie Graves

Like picking up an old familiar hobby, Emilie quickly settled into the comfortable zone halfway between authoritative and friendly; much like how her mother used to get during family functions. A simple expectation that things would get done but no wrath to accompany it. Emilie was a harder woman than her mother, though. She didn't have the lifetime of child rearing and husband tolerating to temper her eyes into a focusing lens of shame. Whats that? You didn't do the dishes? I won't yell at you but I will stare into your very soul with reproach.. Bitterwseet memories gnawed at her walls like mice. She ignored them and turned a half-hearted look at Nate as soon as Jack was out of the immediate picture.

As she did with everyone, she immediately sized him up. A sort of chime resonated within the hurts of her past as she observed him. He was big, but not unduly so and he had the slabbed musculature of a working soul. Still, something within his stance whispered caution and secrecy. Something familiar, maybe? She schooled her expression into neutrality for the time and extended a hand to the big man.

"Welcome aboard, Nate. Cabins are up on the main deck and I'll pull the Prov's engine maintenance records for you." She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and when he had passed her into the main hold, she cast a curious glance at him. She gave an expression that might have been a shrug had her body moved at all and turned back to see Blue standing next down the ramp. To the girl's credit she didn't seem to stumble over her words as much this time and was rather cannily, not in any obvious way worrying about Emilie's approval. Instead, she and Aimery became engaged in a brief exchange that one might expect to appear in a treatise on making friends.

When both had spoken their piece, the captain nodded to Aimery. "Very well, miss Slora. I think you'll end up working closely with Nate on the ship's overall maintenance but as for your exclusive duties..." she emphasized the word exclusive "... I imagine you'll be spending more time on the bridge. You'll be responsible for our emitters and electronics systems when we are actively engaged." She then gestured with a bob of her head to the hold behind her. "Main deck midship are crew cabins. No mandatory shared bunks on the prov. We're not the military." She winked briefly and turned to blue. "I'd like to speak with you privately for a moment."

When Aimery had gone, the captain stood silently until she was satisfied people were out of immediate earshot. "In your previous line of work, I imagine you may have received information on cultures, customs, peoples, and rimworlds" she said without rancor. Her voice was very measured and thoughtful. "I don't know if that is absolutely true for you but I want to make sure you don't hold out on us. If you know something else about a place we are headed... you tell me." She silently watched Blue for a moment and when she was satisfied the point was received, turned to walk into the hold. "Best get settled in your cabin" she added as she walked with steady purpose toward the cargo hoist and door controls.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Aimery Slora


Aimery nodded simply as the Captain briefed her on her duties. "I think you'll end up working closely with Nate on the ship's overall maintenance but as for your exclusive duties... I imagine you'll be spending more time on the bridge. You'll be responsible for our emitters and electronics systems when we are actively engaged." The way that the Captain had said exclusive made Aimery wonder what the deal was with it. Was she testing her?

Aimery knew what she was doing, so if it was a test, she was certain she could pass with flying colors.

After she turned to Blue, the blonde made her way into the ship. Aimery had been surprised by the lack of screening and suspicion Emilie Graves had. She'd asked for names and skills, and then Aimery was free to go. It made her slightly wary of her crew-mates, to be quite honest, and when the Captain held Blue back, the teenager wondered if there was something off about the girl that the Captain had noticed. If anyone, Aimery doubted that the snake among them was the timid girl, but she headed inside nonetheless and tried to find her way around.

The ship wasn't very large, and it was rather boxy and self-explanatory, but Aimery had never been on an operating ship quite like this. She was in awe of the humming machine, trailing fingers along the sleek wall as she chose a random hallway to start down. It was abandoned, which made her think that she was headed the wrong way, but it was humming with energy. Captain Graves had pointed them towards the cabins- main deck midship- but Aimery had the feeling she was going the wrong way. Luckily, she had no heavy belongings to set down, so she could start exploring effective immediately. She padded down a hallway, footsteps muffled and quiet- working as a thief had taught her that much- and peeked into a slightly ajar doorway.

She hadn't meant to follow being Needle, but she ended up right outside the helm. Aimery was hesitant to disturb him- he was surely already at work- but she was curious. Pushing open the door just enough to slip inside, she gazed over the panels. They made bits and pieces of sense to her- she was more used to the inside workings- but the man's excitement seemed to prove that it was a nice enough ship.

The only ones she'd dealt in were half-looted frames, so this adventure would be a nice change of pace.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Astral Providence Commons Room

Emlie Graves


The cacophonous whine of hydraulic pumps drowned out the dock machinery working diligently outside the Astral Providence and the rising cargo ramp slowly blotted out the bright lights of the landing pad. With a thunk and a hiss, the interior doors and exterior ramp locked into place, leaving Emilie Graves in the dimness of a mostly empty cargo hold. She took one last stock of the supply crates and surged up the metal catwalk stairs toward the mid-ship. Now that the vessel was sealed up, there was business to discuss. With any luck, Jack was already going through prelaunch diagnostics and the other crew finding their way around the vessel with ease.

Through the central well, down the midship artery and on the other side of the crew cabins, Emilie finally arrived at the commons. A counter on the right marked the entrance to the galley and to the left was a somewhat cozy open room with a table, chairs, and an assortment of storage. On the far end of the room was another door that lead toward the power core and engines. The industrial interior was not pretty but it was sturdy and easy to repair and, as was evidenced in the commons, comfortable enough with a little tender love and care.

Emilie loitered around a chair on the far end of the table, facing the open door to the midship hall. All along her traverse from cargo to commons she had heard the voices of crew echoing faintly through halls and it left a warm feeling in her. The familiar jitters of pre-flight excitement were starting to build in her as she activated the ship-wide comms and spoke. Her voice sounded slightly tinny but clear. "Jack, Aimery, Nate, and Blue. Finish up whatever you're doing. Meeting in the ship's commons in 15. Aft of the cabins, midship." A gentle click from the speakers signaled the end of the notification and the captain set about tidying the room around her clearly busying an anxious mind.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall

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Aimery Slora

Aimery had just reached out a curious finger to navigate the interface when a comm came on. The girl flinched back, realizing quickly that it was the captain that spoke and not a fussy helm interface. She let loose a thankful exhale, tossing one last wistful glance towards the helm before slipping out on silent feet.

She made her way back down the hallway, passing Blue and Nate on the way. She gave them a curious glance, and a formal nod. Aimery decided that it was best to mind her own business for now. She tried to figure out the way back to where they were lodging, and luckily the ship's simple design allowed her to find her way around easily enough. Opening a door to what would hopefully be her room- it was- Aimery sized up the quarters. They were nicer than anything she'd lived in since her parents had split, and she gratefully made her way inside to sit for a moment.

Fifteen minutes.

Aft of the cabins, midship.

The blonde wasted no time. After all, she had nothing to impact, no sentimental items to gaze upon and reflect. She stood, smoothing out the wrinkled bed, and entered the ship once again. Finding her way should be easy enough- aft of cabins, midship- and it would only get easier with time, ideally.

She wondered what the captain had in store for them.

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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Titan Space Dock: Landing Pad 14
Astral Providence Commons Room

Emlie Graves


Silence reigned in the wake of the announcement and for a moment Emilie Graves hardly dared to breathe lest she disturb the stillness. The background hum of power conduits underscored the stillness, giving it a familiar life and warmth that subconsciously drew a smile across Captain Grave's features. Her sharp eyes tracked around the quaint common room of the Astral Providence, small trinkets in the shapes of mythical beasts staring back. She gave them a sly look and breathed out a chuckle. "It'll be fine" she said aloud to no one in particular and took a seat at the table. Then, she rested her elbows on the table, interlaced her fingers and very slightly rested her chin. It'll be fine she said again inside her head, took a deep measured breath and closed her eyes.

It couldn't have been ten minutes before the click of a bulkhead broke the silence and Emilie looked up to see Aimery walk in. She wondered, silently, if maybe she had fallen asleep, and shook her wrist twice, looking down at the tiny holographic display. She stood as she did this and gestured to the table.

"Take a seat if you like, Aimery" She said with a slight smile and sat back down. Only a few moments later, both Blue and Nate came in as well, looking a little awkward: almost like highschoolers who had an odd interaction. Emilie raised a bifuricated eyebrow and smirked, gesturing to the table. "Good of you to join us. Take a seat if you like."

She looked back at the door and listened, seeming lost in thought for a moment, and then turned to look at the three present again. "Did you all find your quarters alright?" She asked amicably. The hard visage from earlier was nearly gone.


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Character Portrait: Emilie Graves Character Portrait: 'Needle' JEFFERSON Character Portrait: Nathaniel Hunter Character Portrait: Blue Hershall Character Portrait: Aimery Slora

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Astral Providence Commons Room

Nate Hunter

Nate nodded to the Captain as he and Blue entered the commons room and took a seat at the table. He looked to Blue and Aimery as the Captain asked her question he paused a moment to let the ladies reply, when they didn't he spoke.
"Yes Ma'am, I know I did" he replied then looked around the small but efficient room and noted the trinkets collected here and there.
"If I may say so" he started gently "The ship looks very well maintained"