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Mercia Lamora

"I may be the Strategist, but I can't fix all the problems."

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a character in “The Nightwing's Voyage”, as played by BeautifulDisaster

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Full Name
Mercia Sybil Lamora

Nicknames
Mercy, Lamora

Gender
Female

Age
27 years

Species
Human

Rankl
Strategist

Physical Appearance
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Equipment
One blaster at her hip and a small knife around her thigh and in between her breasts

Personality
The brunette is very motherly and cares about everyone on the ship, whether they're her comrade or not. This leads her to trust easily, and it causes problems. She likes to joke around and have fun, but when things get tough, she gets serious. Mercia likes to try and live life, day by day but past memories and failures tend to bring her down. She's very level-headed and suborn but open to criticism and improvements. All-in-all, she's a very rounded individual.

Skills
Mercia is very skilled in what she does. She's calm, level headed, and likes to think things through. She can take care of herself, and she likes protecting others. Sometimes to an obnoxious point. The brunette is good at long range fighting and she can find a way around almost anything. Mercia is good at stealth and has very good coordination.

Flaws/Disabilities
She can't solve every problem. No matter how hard she tries too. The brunette absolutely loathes asking for help, which sometimes can be a very bad thing. Mercia is a very strong willed individual that does sometimes let her emotions get the best of her. Not very good at hand-to-hand combat, she always tends to stay away from a fight.

Biography
Mercia had a very good life. Parents the loved her and good friends that stood by her when she needed them. She didn't have a tragic past, nor did she experience many hardships. But she knew that the universe wasn't all 'La-Di-Da', she knew of the hardships many species faced. Mercia wanted to help them. That is why she joined Star Fleet Academy. She wanted to save people for a living. When she had finally graduated, her mother gave her a small pendant that was passed down from many generations. Mercia still wears the emerald gem today, in memory of her home. Now, she's on a Star Ship.

Let's see what good, and bad, could come of this.


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So begins...

Mercia Lamora's Story

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Character Portrait: Rokunam Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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#, as written by Centi85
"Currently, I had just left the Captain at the bar. I suggested she should not be drinking. I apologise for attempting to leave her. Of note, we will be expecting new members aboard the ship, some of which I do not think will benefit us fully, however, that is ownly my humble opinion... I apologise again, but it seems the Captain is headed back to the ship, accompanied by the Steelbeam. I, however, have to deal with something possibly troubling toward the Captain and the ship. I will disconnect now."

Dedrik raises an eyebrow at the Exburnan's words, but didn't question. Although he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of more members, if the Captain thought it was necessary, then so be it. Besides, young or not she wasn't stupid. He trusted her as she trusts her crew, despite, but not totally disregarding, Rokunam's advice. Even so, he'd keep an eye on them, it was his job.

Onto another matter however, before he could say anything the creature had ended the call, just after saying he'd deal with something that may be troubling to the Captain and ship. That made Dedrik frown, but he assumed that the Exburnan could handle himself and call if any trouble arose. Other than that, it seemed the situation was under control, and it was just then that Dedrik saw the her. Snapping to attention, the Vasparti noted the young child it seemed that she was dragging along with her, as well as the humanoid robot. The boy didn't look at all please, and neither did she. Without speaking, Dedrik simply fell into line behind the party of three and accompanied them back to the ship.

Stopping in the hangar, Dedrik watched as the Captain spoke to the AI, then threw the boy into a small room occupying the side of the hangar. She then proceeded to begin work on the humanoid like robot, and though he had questions, they could wait until she wasn't as busy. His primary objective to ensure that the Captain was returned to the ship safely was accomplished, and thus the man turned to his own leadership training to handle any other small situations that may occur. Glancing around, he really had no other tasks. Being only military support, useful only in that field, being if and when combat was imminent, the man would be otherwise incompetent as far as helping to fix the hangar or whatever else. Instead Dedrik decided he'd do one thing he knew how to do in order to ensure safety and maintain a neutralized situation.

Looking down to his datapad, Dedrik took up positions by the hangar door. If new crew members were to be expected, old friend or not, and consent of the Captain or not, he'd simply feel better if he could at least get a glance at who boarded. Accessing the exterior cameras again, Dedrik didn't expect to find much but was simply following as usual, mandatory procedures. Golden eyes on the little screen, the man watched a woman walk up the ramp, then glanced up towards the door as she left view of the camera, and came onto the ship.

Turning just slightly, he took in her full figure, all accessories, identifying markings, etc, and nodded. Clearing his throat and moving his staff so that it wasn't in too much a menacing position, the man spoke, though his voice was devoid of all emotions. "Welcome to the Nightwing, name and business?"

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes
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Dia stood up from the bar slowly feeling a little light, a bit floosie... A bit loose. He wobbled along with the crowd he felt injunctiated into. He stood behind a few folks looking over their shoulders as he attempted to price together the recent past. Business... New friends... Old friends... Embarrassment...

"Hmmm what have I made my way through," he thought to himself.

He quietly chucked to himself as he heard a low murmur about the place. He found it silly... And then he thought of the word murmur and chuckled again.

He stood their at the back of the group trying hard to maintain cohesive thought. Just then he heard a familiar voice, slightly disembodied, with only a direction of sound to go on. Past the group he found himself with, he heard a woman say, "My name is Captain Regina Oris, and this is the Nightwing."

He found emotions within this voice, he found himself feeling strong enough for anything... Strong enough to lose worry and strong enough to act, he felt empowered to take action and take charge! He felt the need to say something to usher in this new feeling?

"I'd love to go first!" He sort of shouted.

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes
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Valerio had finished his drink a little while after the woman and the robot had wandered off. After throwing some coin onto the bar and heading out into the crowd a thought began to nag at him repeatedly until he gave it his full attention.

"Anyone looking for a job, please meet me at my ship, the Nightwing." she'd said before leaving and he had to admit that joining up with a crew like that... well it would be a fresh start, and he wouldn't let his past happen again.

He started to make his way through the crowds for awhile before cursing the packed mass and ducking into one of the side streets of the station. As he wandered down the small alley he came to a security outpost, with a security check that he unlocked and passed straight through into the catacomb-like labyrinth of the station. A network of tunnels and passageways that linked every section together and allowed him and his fellows access to where they were needed without hindrance. While passing through one of the alcoves he paused by a data console and brought up his VDI system, submitting a formal leave of service for the next few weeks and transferring his equipment and all possessions aboard the Nightwing, hopefully it wouldn't be a futile exercise. After logging out he continued on his way throughout the winding tunnels.

After a several minutes he came out near where the Nightwing was docked, chuckling to himself at the fact it would have taken the better part of an hour to get here through the crowds that had been pressed in around the pub. Making his way towards the ship he had to admit she was a beauty, and her weapons systems looked to be something from a dream; state of the art and experimental in some cases from what he'd seen during the audit as well as complete array's worth of conventional firepower.

A long drawn out whistle escaped his lips as he continued to inspect the ship, his feet leading him towards the nearest boarding point. He noted with interest that a few other members of the station were present, including one or two he'd seen in the pub during the captains recruitment. Clearly he wasn't the only person tempted by employment. As he made his way onto the cargo deck he heard a voice echo over the heads of those around him. It was obvious who it was.

"My name is Captain Regina Oris, and this is the Nightwing."

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes
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((OOC: Life had to be handled. I am, so sorry. I really am.))

Pale blue eyes analysed the current of people. Each with a different destination in mind. Some held data pads, stooping at random times to read a few words. Others held supplies ranging from tools to medical supplies. It was one organized cluster of disaster. She could see the roots one would take to avoid another. The tension in the air was almost impossible to not to notice. Of course, she didn't expect much else, the crew had lots friends, family. It was always hard to bounce back from that. They seemed to be holdin-

"Welcome to the Nightwing, name and business?"

Swiftly turning on her foot, Mercia stuttered incoherent words. The man in front of her stood proud, no emotion crossing the Vasparti's face. She opened her mouth to answer him. Her voice, though, got caught in her throat when his attention was broken away from her. It was then that she noticed a few others standing with her. All of which she had seen at the bar.

"My name is Captain Regina Oris, and this is the Nightwing." Blinking at the Captain, Mercia smiled slightly. So she was the Captain of this ship.

"I'd love to go first!" A man shouted from the small crowd. His voice was very, enthusiastic. Looking back, the brunettes eyes found there way to a Fotiss. His voice not quite matching his sophisticated attire.

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Caroline-Marie (Maria) Shirokuromahotsukai Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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[Ignore please]

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Caroline-Marie (Maria) Shirokuromahotsukai Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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Regina

There was so much happening, Reggie wasn't sure where to begin. Thomas pretty much went into depressed mode. The boy she had locked into the chamber had managed to escape. And many questions kept bouncing around the room in rapid succession. It took all of her self control to not scream for everyone to shut up. Thankfully, someone chimed up loudly, stepping forward with excitement.

"I'd love to go first!"

Reggie blinked several times at the sudden outburst from the Fotiss. Still drunk, I see. The captain couldn't help but smile in amusement. "Yes, why don't you go first. Introduce yourself to everyone, please. I'll be just a moment." She made a grand gesture, for the alien to take the floor, and then rushed off to the exit of the hangar. She grabbed Thomas, who was waiting patiently, by the arm and pulled him inside.

She placed him at the edge of the group, and gave him a look to stay, then turned to the boy standing proudly outside his once prison. She grabbed his arm, but not before giving him an annoyed glare, and dragged him next to another recruit.

"Congratulations! You're all hired!" She stated grandly. She stepped next to the Fotiss and smiled apologetically for interrupting. "Sorry for the informality, but we're in a bit of a hurry and I'm going to need as much help as I can get." She pressed a few buttons on her datapad and made a grimacing sound. "We're in an extreme hurry, actually." If she was correct, the Guard was practically here, and there lives in mortal danger.

"MAK, get us out of here!" She called.

"Right away, captain."

The hangar doors raised and the Nightwing shot off quickly. Once the ship settled into a smoother ride, Reggie turned back to the Fotiss, hands firmly clasped behind her back. "Anyway, continue."

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Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Caroline-Marie (Maria) Shirokuromahotsukai Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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#, as written by HAT101
"Yes, why don't you go first. Introduce yourself to everyone, please. I'll be just a moment."

There was a pause in Dia's thought as she gave him the floor. All eyes on him and now he had to bugger up, or bugger off. He looked down at his Sfair and mustered up the courage needed for public speech. He cleared his throat.

"I Am.." He began to say.

"Congratulations! You're all hired!" Regina Interrupted, "Sorry for the informality, but we're in a bit of a hurry and I'm going to need as much help as I can get."

"Oka..." Dia mumbled.

"We're in an extreme hurry, actually," she added whilst looking down at her computer thingy pad.

Dia felt an over whelming sense of tension push down on his shoulders. He began to slouch slightly and lower his eyes.

"MAK, get us out of here!"
"Right away, captain."

Dia perked up immediately as the hangar doors closed and the ship blasted off quite violently. He only perked up because his face might have met the floor if he hadn't. It was mere seconds before the ship steadied with a mostly silent rumbling. Dia felt a bit woozy as he regained himself, it was that moment that he began to realize how tired he was...

"When did I last Slee..." He thought.

"Anyway, continue." She inserted into his mind.

Dia stood up straight as he scratched the back of his head. He looked up at the crowd like a child at his first spelling battle. He then turned an looked at Regina, Her face had a familiar charm about it, she looked on to Dia with expectation. Dia cleared his throat once again unnecessarily.

"Hey... guys... Crazy meeting all you in a place like this," He awkwardly began, "I am called, Dia Fora! I am drunk! ...mostly..."

Dia's eyes perused the crowd to gauge any reactions hoping that his personality came through in all the ways he wanted it to... or cause he's a little crazy.

"I like to think of myself as extremely lucky," He continued, "mostly because I've always been told it's a wonder why I'm still alive."
"I just seem to make it out of any rough thingy I get my self into," an arrogantly confidant tone about his voice, "plus.. and a bonus and an add-on... I'm pretty funny... also I'm pretty funny to boot..."

Dia felt the words failing him, and he felt his eyes drifting toward the captain but knowing he couldn't speak telepathically he just sort of stopped talking.

He bowed as if he had just completed a performance.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Ackers Character Portrait: Minerva (Minn) Darv Character Portrait: Saein Vernig Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Caroline-Marie (Maria) Shirokuromahotsukai Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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Saein

Saein was vaguely aware Eddie had appeared in the room. “Hi Eddie, good to see you’re up” she said, while 99% of her concentration remained on her work.

Minn’s panic drew her out of the task. What was that all about? Oh, Eddie had seen them naked. “Well I guess he is ‘up’ now”, she remarked. Saein didn’t care much, it wasn’t like nobody had seen her like this before. When something made her blush, it usually meant she had contradicting feelings about her own intentions. It was interesting Minn reacted so bashful to being seen in the nude by Eddie by surprise, surely many more men had seen her than had seen Saein. Was this a new thing? If so, it seemed like a positive change that she was acting like a normal girl her age.

The beep of the washing machine interrupted her thoughts. Saein put on the clothes that were clean and dry again, divided her tools, other stuff (among which now also the Shifters) between her pockets, and finished putting the datapad back together without its antenna.

Minn was trying to tell Eddie on the other side of the door off for walking in, and at the same time trying to explain the situation had not been of a sexual nature. It was adorable, which made Saein wish the nature of the situation had been different, minus Eddie walking in of course. Saein gently pushed Minn away from the door, so Eddie wouldn’t get flashed when she would walk out. With her hands still on the girl’s shoulders she looked into those big green eyes and told her “I really want to stay here with you, but I have work that can’t wait if we want to stay okay.” Part of her wanted to add something about how wonderful it was to be near Minn, but she couldn’t find words that were suitable while the girl still felt embarrassed by Eddie. Maybe it wasn’t necessary to find the words, it was visible in her eyes.

Saein opened the door just far enough to step through it sideways. With a cheeky grin, she patted Eddie on the shoulder and said “Happy birthday! I’ll make you a real and intended present when I’m done keeping the ship in one piece!” And off she ran.

The “malfunctioning” part of the communications system was, of course, difficult to access. She had to remove a wall- and a ceiling panel to get to it, and then there were several pipes and cables in front of it. Passenger ship designers were idiots. After a few minutes of manual testing and some more time frowning at the tables of data MAK had put on her datapad, Saein concluded that this was indeed an intentionally caused software problem, not a malfunctioning antenna optimizer. “MAK, switch back to the old configuration of the comms, and see if the problem occurs again. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.” MAK agreed, a little light went on on the part she had tested, and Saein put the wall and ceiling back together. “MAK, where is the captain?” she asked.

“In the hangar.” So that’s where Saein ran to next.

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Annarein

"Congratulations! You're all hired!"

Well, that was convenient. And worrying. The captain had hired what might well be a bunch of drunks, without much if anything of interviews. Without even deciding who got what job. Ann had to find a way to claim hers, so she didn’t end up being the toilet cleaning lady or something. With the hangovers some people would soon have, she didn’t fancy that particular job. The Fotiss made something that seemed to be intended as an introduction speech. That could be a way to claim a job, so she went next.

She was able to speak in a calm, kind, almost quiet voice and still be heard by everyone. One of the less obvious things one should train to be a good interpreter. Next to her, Ip tried to look elegant by stretching his legs as long as possible and looking up to the ceiling, which must have looked like a silly pose on an animal built to crush bone. “Hello, everyone. My name is Annarein, I am an interpreter and intelligence specialist. It’s going to be a pleasure wor...”

She was interrupted by a squee, that didn’t end until she was suddenly being hugged and her face was covered in kisses. Confused, she tensed up, until she caught the scent of who was doing this to her. “Saein! What are you doing here?” she hugged back. So that was what that surprise thing was all about.

“What are YOU doing here!” was the reply.

“Saving you, apparently.” She let go of Ip and reached for Saein’s neck. “May I?”

“You know you don’t have to ask.”

Saein’s freckles became a fast moving blur around the spot where Ann put her hand. Ann continued addressing the crowd. “As I was saying, it’s going to be a pleasure working with you. And. Um. It’s good to see you all have faces. Who shall go next? I can’t promise you’ll get a welcome like this too...”

Ann took her sister away from the crowd and embraced her, the two women exchanged feelings between them in the most direct way possible. It didn’t take long for Ann to find something that shocked her. “Saein, you’re on Shifters.”

Saein considered denying it, but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t lie to me! How can you even think of lying to me!” Ann was not pleased. She pushed Saein away, put both of her hands around her sister’s throat, and forced her to feel exactly what Saein’s stupid action did to her. Every day removed from Saein’s life was another one they would be separated forever, it made her heart hurt.

For a second, Saein instinctively tried to resist, her skin getting pure white around Ann’s hands. She couldn’t. Saein started crying.

“Do you have more? You have more. Give it to me.”

Saein handed over the box, and tried to wipe away her tears with her other hand.

Ann took Saein by the hand and led her to Regina. “Captain. Your mechanic has been using Shifters.” She held up the box. Each word hurt herself when she said it. Her hand almost crushed the box, she was scared of this stuff. Scared that someone would try to snatch it from her. Scared that she would get tempted by it herself. “I think we both need to talk with you, soon. For now I just need a way to dispose of this where nobody can take it back out of the trash, and the location of the nearest bathroom.”

After giving Reggie a chance to respond, Ann told Saein “Come on, let’s go put your finger in your throat.” She was worried. Worried sick, and perhaps the universe intended that pun.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Ackers Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Thomas Steelbeam Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Rina Snow Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes
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"Congratulations! You're all hired!" Regina shouted to them. "Sorry for the informality, but we're in a bit of a hurry and I'm going to need as much help as I can get." She pressed a few buttons on her datapad and grimaced at what she saw. "We're in an extreme hurry, actually."

What, just happened? Putting her finger in the air-looking as if to say some unneeded fact- but all that came out was a quiet 'Mmmmm.' Mercia was finding herself at a loss for words around this crew and their Captain. Did she just honestly hire all of us? She thought, fiddling with her vintage bags strap. Was it on a whim? Or was she just des- Looking towards her bag against her side, the brunette gave herself a small dose of fireworks. That didn't matter at the moment for she had left with the Nightwing. With all of her possessions in her room, on that. Stupid. Station. Groaning in exhaustion, she resisted the urge to stomp her foot like a child.

Looking back towards the Captian, the brunette noticed the Fotiss-now known to her as Dia Fora- make a very bad attempt at an introduction. Mercia could not find it in her to give two shits about what was spewing from his mouth. What she wanted to know was why they had just up and left the station. So abruptly that she was sure they could have possibly left someone behind. What kind of ship is this? Shaking her had, she made her way to Regina. Fora's introduction finished. Coming up beside Oris, she finally spoke.

"Captain, if I may ask a question."

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Character Portrait: Saein Vernig Character Portrait: Bond Mason Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig
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Regina

A lot happened after the ship blasted away from the station. The Fotiss finished his introduction, very awkwardly at that. Dia Fora. Why does that name sound familiar? Reggie's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by another new crew member with Saein. Oh, there she is. Glad to see she's okay. The girl next to the mechanic looked very similar to Saein. They might be sisters. The way she spoke to her made her believe that they might be sisters.

Annarein, was her name, explained that Saein was on Shifters, and asked where they could be disposed of. "Just slide it into that slot." She explained pointing to a hole in the wall. "MAK we'll be able to get rid of it."

She released a breath, causing her loose hair to fly up around her face. She couldn't keep MAK flying the ship like this. The AI was fantastic, but she didn't want it flying her ship for long periods of time. Introductions continued and Reggie pressed a few buttons on her datapad. Eddie was still in no condition to fly, according to the doctor's notes. Damn.

"Captain, if I may ask a question."

Reggie looked up to meet the blue eyes of another recruit. "Yes, go ahead. I just..." She glanced around, meeting the eyes of several new recruits, all looking confused. She bit her lip, she was being so unprofessional. She really didn't have time to be a proper captain, as much as she wanted to be. Right now, she needed to get this ship to safety. She didn't want to abandon the new recruits without answering their questions, but she was running out of time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Bond working mindlessly in the corner. Reggie bit her lip again and turned back to the brunette. "I'm sorry, but can we walk while we talk? I have an injured pilot, and an AI piloting my ship."

She didn't bother keeping information from them. There was no time for that. She had to get things moving, and quickly. MAK was great when they needed to get away from somewhere or when it was smooth sailing, but if they were attacked, there was noway to survive. She looked back to the recruits. "Okay, everyone, walk and talk please. We are heading to the bridge!"

She turned and called Bond over, she stepped up close to him, so their conversation was just between them. "Bond, I need you to come with me. We have a handful of new recruits, all with questions. I need to pilot, and now. There may or may not be a galactic ship with a giant army on it right on our heels." She bit her lip. "I really need your help. Answer their questions, anything, we just need to get to the bridge."

"I don't care about lying to them about what happens, so just tell them the truth." She added before turning away and leading the group to the elevator. "Everyone this is Bond! He's our engineer!"

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Character Portrait: Bond Mason Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Rina Snow Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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Austin was once again grabbed violently grabbed by the captain. He got another scowl on his face. He was thrown violently in line with the group of people now in the hanger. He looked completely out of place. A group of grown men and women, and others. And then him. A small human boy. The sad thing was he was easily 4 times as old as most people currently in the hanger.

He saw a number of them look over at him and give him an equal number of looks. Looks of superiority, confusion, disgust. He didn't care. He'd done and seen more then most of these people would see in a lifetime. He looked forward towards the captain. Everyone was talking. Everyone was trying to get a word in. He waited calmly. He didn't really get the impatience of others. Then again, others aged and died, so he assumed there was a lot he didn't understand. Mortality was a strange concept to him. He had been like this so long, he forgot how anything else felt.

He looked at all the others with a sickened look. The crew she'd hired on so far looked ragtag, but this wasn't ragtag. It was scrapping the bottom of the barrel.

Regina addressed everybody. "Okay, everyone, walk and talk please. We are heading to the bridge!" He assumed he'd been hired, more or less, and joined the walk. She stopped them when they reached a man working in the corner. "Everyone this is Bond! He's our engineer!" Austin loved working with engineers. They made and fix the physical components of the machines he loved. He looked up at the engineer, with an amount of respect. He wanted to stick around, but he heard the captain say something about an A.I flying the ship. He walked up to her, not having to pull her pant leg to get her attention this time.

"I'm aware your pretty mad at me right now, but if getting out of your little prison in no time flat is any indication, I'm good with technology. I've done a scan on all your systems, and If you'd let me acompany you to the bridge, I'd love to get to work optimizing and updating all of your systems. I'll even give MAK a few useful tweaks while I'm at it. Besides. I don't have the stomach for things like this anyways." He stopped talking, but then realized he should try to be a little more formal, hoping to decrease the tension. He added "Oh sorry, Captain."

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Character Portrait: Saein Vernig Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Annarein (Ann) Vernig Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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Dedrik's filling in for the Captain didn't last long. The first line of recruits seemed a bit on edge, confused or nervous and the man did his best to lessen any tension. When a new presence made itself known on the man's shoulder, he turned just slightly, only to find that it was the Captain.

"Thank you Dedrik." She said. "I will take it from here."

Straightening slightly and giving a brisk salute, the Vasparti nodded. "Aye Captain," he said simply before retreating off to the side. From here Dedrik took silent stock of everyone present, memorizing faces, noting how people held themselves or acted near others; not a detail was missed in the man's analysis. The only thing that bothered him was the way the Captain had so readily accepted the rag-tag group before her, as well as the hasty departure from the station. Making a mental note to gather more information later, he then returned his attention to those trying for their interview. The Fotiss' show was embarrassing to say the least, and the other woman's ended in a less than appeasing display, some sort of reunion with her apparent sister, Saein.

The man was trained for a more professional demeanor in public, and to keep emotions and personal relationships out of his work for the best mission results. That and of course to not take drugs, a piece of the conversation between the two women and the Captain that he'd just caught. Though, considering the current situation, he supposed the precursor wasn't so terrible.

The Captain however, it seemed, was becoming overwhelmed. Dedrik knew it, and he was sure that she was well aware too that there was just too much to do. He nodded silent approval when she finally decided to hand over the reigns to Bond, the engineer.

When the small... child, approached the Captain though, is when Dedrik stepped forward to offer assistance. He knew that Regina had locked him up purposely, and actually found it surprising when he escaped. The duration of which it took him to complete the task wasn't too bad either, but now wasn't the time for admiration over minor details, especially considering the circumstances in which the boy was detained in the first place.

"Captain," he began, "Is there any way I could help in the current situation? Perhaps keeping this miscreant from further trouble?" Nodding to the boy, he was simply doing what he was trained for: to try to fix the most immediate hindrance. Because he knew it wasn't attending to new recruits now, Dedrik found the title belonging to the one person stopping the Captain from proceeding with piloting her ship. Waiting for a response, he'd accept any other duty given to him too, of course.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Ackers Character Portrait: Minerva (Minn) Darv Character Portrait: Bond Mason Character Portrait: Regina (Reggie) Oris Character Portrait: Dedrik Vals Character Portrait: Dia Fora Character Portrait: Mercia Lamora Character Portrait: Caroline-Marie (Maria) Shirokuromahotsukai Character Portrait: Valerio Vimes Character Portrait: Austin Albarn
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Bond

So he was in charge of the recruits. Well, that beat fixing bullet holes.

Standing taller, he scanned the group, accepting a warm hand from Valerio Vines. Bond chuckled, "Not my ship Valerio," he answered, eyes trailing over to Regina where a shorter guy was speaking with her, Dedrik for some reason stepping in. He didn't worry too much about it though. He had recruits to impress.

Slipping his yellow handled screwdriver from his back pocket, he flipped it once in the air with a grin. "Welcome to the Nightwing. I've been on this crew since our grand voyage began...yesterday." He coughed. "But! I know a thing or two about her already and the food...is sublime. In fact, we should head to the kitchen now. Much better to answer questions around a table of food."

Turning his back, he led the group down the hall a ways, hoping Regina wouldn't mind the relocation. His smile faltered as no one could see. Just hours ago, his crew mates were shot down. What better chance did these recruits have? Or any of them? He had to speak with Regina for specifics on what was actually going on, but not before she got some rest. That girl needed to slow down. She was the Captain after all. She could divvy all the work to others and crash on her own mattress.

Reaching the kitchen, scents of previous meals wafted through the air, but the light was off. Flipping a switch, he squinted in confusion, Minn nowhere to be found.

"Sit tight here, get acquainted, I'll find our lovely cook."

Ducking out of the kitchen, he tried to remember if Minn was rooming with Saein or not...and where Saein said her room was.

Eventually he found Eddie in the hall, blood dripping from his nose and a pale anxiety taking over his face. "You okay?" Bond asked, not liking the sight of blood on this ship anymore. Not that he liked it ever before. Bond's eyes flicked to the door the pilot stood outside of and squinted, realizing this was the room he was looking for. "Minn inside?" he asked, hand on the door handle before receiving an answer.

Pushing the door open, he paused, seeing Minn half wrapped in a sheet, leaning over a small pile of garments and clothes. Her pink back was exposed to him and she turned slightly, eyebrows pulled together in panic. "What are you doing?!" she cried, pulling the sheet higher, all the way up to her chin and slipping to fall backwards onto the low mattress. The sheet fluttered, a momentary view given to Bond, but he only smiled, shaking his head with laughter. Now he understood Eddie's plight.

Facing the pilot, he clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he said and stepped inside the bedroom. "Minn, we have new recruits that need food. Get dressed."

She sat up roughly, puffing out to blow some of her pink strands of hair out of her face. "Get out!"

Bond laughed again, but complied. "Hurry up!"

He closed the door and stood beside Eddie in the hallway. Crossing his arms, and leaning on the wall, he sighed and closed his eyes. "Good choice, Ed." Lifting on eyelid, he grinned toothily.

Moments later, Minn ripped open the door in a flustered manner as she pushed her semi-wet strands of hair back and tugged the waistband of her previous black low rise pants up over the top of red underwear. Bond's eyebrow rose as she passed them, her back shown. His eyes switched to Eddie, eyebrows raised suggestively.

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"Welcome to the Nightwing. I've been on this crew since our grand voyage began...yesterday." Bond coughed. "But! I know a thing or two about her already and the food...is sublime. In fact, we should head to the kitchen now. Much better to answer questions around a table of food."

Pausing in her steps, she couldn't help but stare at Bond. The Mechanic already making his way down the hall to the café. The group obediently followed along. Yesterday?, Mercia thought. Jogging to catch up with the crowd, the brunette never stopped thinking. Did he just say, yesterday? Yesterday, this voyage started. They had already gotten attacked. Had men and women killed, and now they were being chased. By who? Who would do such a thing like start a war with Star Fleet? Are they stupid or something? What did this ship do to upset someone to that length? Or were they just at the wrong place, at the wrong time? Putting her hand to her head in frustration when they stopped in the kitchen, all the brunette wanted to do now is sleep. Her face was contorted in a sort of angry confusion that made her radiate a very unfriendly vibe. Her whole body tense.

"This is just one giant cluster fuck of confusion." Mercia muttered to herself, staring at the door the engineer had exited through. Maybe she should just sit and wait.

With a now growing headache, the blue eyed woman plopped down in a seat. It's sleek design holding not an ounce of warmth. Mercia didn't care at this point in time. She wanted, needed answers. How was she to help at all if she knew nothing? Not a single thing had been explained to her and it made her want to pull her hair out. Grumbling something along the lines of 'Damn ship...', she plunked her head against the cool surface of the table.

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Valerio had mulled over Bonds words as he followed the group though the ship, so he'd only been aboard her for a day and it already looked that the ship had been through one hell of a battle. Though that did bring up the question of what had happened to whoever had had the position before him, and that wasn't exactly something he wanted to focus on at this point, but it would be a question that he'd need to ask. However before he could continue their brief conversation he had already begun to lead them off in search of food and such, which while certainly an important detail it was somewhat secondary to the armoury and the weapon systems and crafting capabilities of the ship as far as Valerio was concerned but he followed anyways as it was something he'd need to know eventually.

As they reached the canteen he caught the mutterings of one of the other recruits as she sat down at one of the tables "This is just one giant cluster fuck of confusion." while Bond said something about trying to find their cook Valerio took a seat opposite the the recruit he'd overheard as they'd entered.

"That may be a tad bit of an understatement like" he said to her just as Bond returned with a confused looking gentleman holding a bloody nose and someone who was clearly the ships cook in tow.

"All right friends," Bond began as he entered. "Allow me to introduce..." his voice cut off by the sound of klaxons as the ships AI made an announcement over the internal communications, something about the crew needing to secure themselves into emergency seating.

As the room descended into black and red due to the flashing lights, Valerio moved away from the table and reached the nearby frame of the doorway into the canteen, using it to prop himself up as the ship began to lurch violently as if thrown about on a stormy tide. As he felt his grip begin to loosen on the door frame he decided that perhaps making his way for the safety seats may have been a slightly better idea, but too late for that. Clinging on for dear life he pulled himself around the door to wedge his shoulder into the frame to garner a better standpoint; he just hoped he could hang on till the ship could steady itself.



Valerio looked around to see what the rest of the new recruits and existing crewmen were doing to weather this bastarding situation and caught a glimpse of the guy with the bleeding nose flying towards a chair as his own world view span. The ship around him was hurtling for what seemed like an age before it suddenly stopped as quickly as it had begun with pain. Blearily he looked around to see that he had been thrown from the door frame and into a nearby booth. While no doctor, he could guess that nothing had been seriously damaged due to the fact that he wasn't bleeding and just ached, but he'd just have to see.

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Austin continued his work in solitude, other then the occasional help from MAK. He began looking around for any information concerning the Nightwing's crew. He looked in the Intergalactic Counsels records. He really would like to wipe them from every system entirely, but that was far to much work to make just one person disappear. He had to constantly clear his own information from any database. It had taken him decades to disappear completely, and keeping on it was already annoying. Doing the same thing for the entire crew would be nearly impossible. Sure he could write a program, but it was impossible for the program to look everywhere. He had to look manually for a lot of the information he deleted about himself.

He decided the Intergalactic Counsel records would have to do. He prepared to clear everyone's names. But he had to make some quick preparations first. He quickly made some blind transfers and transactions of everybody's belongings. That way they wouldn't be traced back. He then put them all under one of his many account's under an assumed name. He made sure to use a few accounts to draw less suspicion. Not that any of that mattered much considering they were all off the record. He then made fake identity for the crew, and put everyone's belongings under new names. He opened up his backpack to check. He had a large amount of blank money cards and identification cards. He needed to get every body a new ID and such.

He unhooked from MAK, deciding to make the alterations he had decided on later. He searched the ship for a scanner, and promptly went to it. He pulled out all the cards he needed, a good stack of each type, and went to work authorizing them all. He hooked up all of the money cards to his private account, which held very large amounts of funds. He decided he was going to stick around for a while, and that this might help everyone out.

After the long process was complete, Austin sent another message to Regina.

It's Austin. I've taken some steps to hide the crew of the Nightwing. But I need to speak to the entire crew in person. Could you arrange this for me please? I'm unsure if they will listen to me. Also I've got a present for everybody. I'm sure it is something you will all enjoy.

OOC: I just tagged as many people as I could. This pretty much involves the whole crew.

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Specialized boots with powerful electro-magnets positioned within the hard rubber soles. Dedrik was thankful for them, and the fact that his staff could also grasp onto the nearest metal object helped too, as though the man could stand firm, three points of contact to hold worked much better than two.

By the time the jumps were complete and everything had settled, the man disengaged his equipment, allowing him to once more begin movement around the ship. It seemed not everyone had the luck of having in their possession such luxuries, but Dedrik was thankful that his race equipped their warriors with anything that would ensure mission success; their ultimate goal was a weapon that could do anything, and that could be useful in every situation possible, leaving no room for failure. Even the Vasparti's staff itself was extremely versatile, magnetic systems being only a fraction of the weapon's functionality, though rarely did he use it for much else than what it's exterior states it would be used for.

Nevertheless, the man busied himself with helping whomever needed it. Because the suddenness of everything had obviously caught everyone by surprise, Dedrik found himself surrounded by floor-bound crew members, sprawled out and laying anywhere except within the safety chairs. He didn't blame them though, if he'd of been able to get to one he may have strapped in, no matter how much he detested the devices.

The Robot Tom seemed to be doing a fair job of helping as well, and it seemed nobody was in a critical state, most everyone at least up and walking. When the order for the crew to report to the hangar came through and after the doctor appeared, Dedrik felt it was safe to say the situation was under control here, and so he could leave. Everyone else would probably find their way there shortly, but the man himself felt it necessary to be there immediately.

Down the halls was when the Dedrik ran into the wanderer; almost quite literally too, as he rounded a corner fairly quickly. She had a few bruises, and as the man looked her over, searching for a name in his mind, the thought also occurred to him on how she managed to break so far from the main group. Just from the look about her, he could tell she was lost, and from the way she held herself he could also gather enough to at least assume she was a strong-type of woman, like the Captain, with probably too much pride to admit to the fact that was so obvious. He'd seen her before of course, and it was now he remembered that he truly never got a name. The Captain had taken charge and so readily accepted everyone, then of the few that did give a brief display, this woman hadn't been one of them.

With the entirety of all that having passed through his mind in a matter of a second, Dedrik cleared his throat, nodding in respect before straightening again. "Apologies, ma'am." he said simply. "If I may be so bold as to make an assumption, you seem lost... Is this correct?"

He was trained to help whomever was in need of it, and to be friendly, but for some reason when he tried a smile, it didn't work. Sighing mentally, instead he simply reapplied his stoic expression, or lack of.

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Stopping in her tracks, the blue eyed strategist stared at the male who had stepped in front of her so suddenly. He was a Vasparti. A species Mercia wasn't used to seeing on a day-to-day basis. He was also quite tall, almost a full six inches taller than herself.

Looking over the other worldly being-to Mercia at least-the brunette gave him a small crooked smile. Almost s if her lips weren't used to the simple task. She recognized him as the first encountered on the ship. The blue eyed woman also remembered how she hadn't even been able to say a syllable to him, let alone anyone else for that matter. Tilting her head, the brunette let her smile dwindle slightly. Thinking of which, she hadn't said more than a single sentence to someone other than h erself.

"Apologies, ma'am." He spoke, his voice startling her out of whatever abyss she was in. "If I may be so bold as to make an assumption, you seem lost... Is this correct?"

Mercia took a small intake of breath. A light shade of crimson made her face glow in the lighting. A small amount of shame and embarassment twisted in her chest, but was quickly diminished when she took a glance at the Vasparti. Putting on her best innocent face, the strategist 'leisurely' answered.

"No! Um, no.. I was just trying to get acquainted with the ship...." Mercias voice grew weaker as she spoke. Shoulders slumping in defeat, she hung her head. She found herself fiddling with her bags strap. Meeting his stoic gaze, the brunette felt a bit ashamed she had tried to lie about something so trivial.

"Okay, yes. I'm lost. I'm absolutely and completely lost..." Giving a nervous laugh, she continued. Why not use this to her advantage? Maybe she could get some answers out of this. "Could you help me?"

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Dedrik watched as the woman contemplated his words, her face growing suddenly red. The man himself remained untouched by his emotions, though right now if anything, he was simply feeling sympathy towards the brunette and her current predicament. It took a moment, but finally she composed herself enough to fabricate an answer, and though it employed a look that otherwise said she had no idea what he was talking about, the man could see through the rouse quite clearly.

"No! Um, no.. I was just trying to get acquainted with the ship...."

The man simply shook his head at her words, letting out a huff of exasperation from the corner of his mouth. The action spoke more words than he could’ve, almost being as if he were offended at the fact that she’d even consider lying to him. Albeit he wasn’t a specialist in interrogation or anything that would otherwise grant him the ability to detect such subterfuge, but nevertheless, the way the strong, defensive statement turned so quickly into a quiet voice of trailing defeat was all the proof he required. Without even speaking, he simply kept his gaze on her, watching as her fingers worked the strap of her bag, her eyes then drifting up to meet his. With that, the man knew that the next answer would be the truth.

"Okay, yes. I'm lost. I'm absolutely and completely lost. Could you help me?"

Nodding with approval, Dedrik now spoke. “Of course, ma’am.” he said simply. It was mandatory for him to aid whoever was in need of it, and either way, he enjoyed doing such. With that in mind, the man gave a short bow, being that he came forward just enough so that she knew what he was doing. The action was customary amongst his kind, and it was a way of acknowledging someone superior. Not always in the sense that they commanded them, but in the way that said they would do all they could to help. Of course not many knew of the fact, and so most found the gesture rather strange, especially when in the military a salute was usually given, and so Dedrik clarified with his next statement.

“I am at your service. With what would require my help?”

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"Of course, ma’am.” The Vasparti said, bowing slightly to the brunette. “I am at your service. With what would require my help?”

Mercia wasn't used to the gesture, her mind working a way to tell him it wasn't needed but trying not to insult him. She blinked a few times at him. Her mind still thinking of his overly formal tone. The brunette shook her head, a small nervous smile gracing her lips. She figured sticking to the truth was her only option. "Please don't do that. I don't like feeling above everyone else. Especially someone I'm going to be working with..."

Shifting from foot-to-foot, Mercia gestured around the hall. A few stragglers making there way to different destinations- once again carrying tools need for maintenance. This was the second time that she saw the ship and her crew in a disarray. She didn't like it one bit. It reminded her to much of the station she was on just hours ago. She even remembered the gory details of a certain ship in her first year there. Withholding a shudder of disgust, she looked around the hall once again. Her blue eyes landed on a rushing crewmen. Following an exhausted looking crewmen with her eyes, her expression hardened. An expression of complete sobriety and slight agitation crossing her bruised face. Yet, the only thing she could think of was 'What can I do to help?'.

"I have a few-a lot- of questions on the workings of the ship and the events that have taken place. But first, let me introduce myself." Holding out her hand for him to shake, Mercia's lips once again quirked into a crooked smile. This time 'round, it held a solemn undertone. "I'm Mercia Lamora, pleased to meet you."

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"Please don't do that. I don't like feeling above everyone else. Especially someone I'm going to be working with..."

Dedrik nodded, understanding as to how the woman felt currently. "Apologies." he offered simply. He stood waiting, watching the woman dance from one foot, her gaze locked onto the crew around them as they were left attending to whatever it is that had to do. Patiently Dedrik remained, silent, until finally she spoke again, though this time with a certain amount of confidence, a sort of restoration or new purpose, new resolve forming within the woman.

"I have a few-a lot- of questions on the workings of the ship and the events that have taken place. But first, let me introduce myself. I'm Mercia Lamora, pleased to meet you."

Dedrik accepted the shake, taking her hand in his firm grip, the same one used to murder countless training dummies, as well as other real creatures or beings. But that last part wasn't anything too important. "Dedrik," he said. "Dedrik Vals."

With that he let go, returning his hand to the same position at his side, though maintaining an at-ease pose. Pleasantries aside, the man never enjoyed wasting time on frivolous conversation, so he cut directly to it. "My own mission briefing explained a general overview of the Captain's goals in this endeavor, one that didn't tell me much. I myself, and those others from the IDA are here as a military presence and defense should we ever encounter the need for such.. Otherwise intentions are to hopefully to discern the location of the mission human homeworld. I don't know too much else, other than what you may already know as far as the Intergalactic Council sending their guards after the ship. Reasons unknown to myself, and I had been hoping to speak with the Captain about such matters, though it seems it would have to wait."

The man stopped to allow the woman time to take in his words and comprehend them, then he continued, going on about whatever else he may have missed before finally finishing. "As far as the events that have transpired here, that's all I know. I realize you probably have more questions, and I will be more than happy to answer anything else if I can." With that, Dedrik once more fell silent, waiting.