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Valerio Vimes

You call that a knife? Well, lad... I call this a rifle

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

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Valerio Vimes



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Name: Valerio Vimes
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Brown
Age: 29 years
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Rank: Weapons Technician

Valerio’s eyes are a dark deep brown, set within his pale face and is rounded off by a crooked smile framed by a lightly trimmed beard. His hair is normally keep short-cut, but has sometimes grown out a little, but tends to only become rougher and messier rather than actually lengthening. He usually wears a brown leather jacket over either dress shirts or simple t-shirts with worn dark blue jeans.

Personality
He has a slightly narrow view of things, resulting in him becoming incredibly focused on tasks at hand to the exclusion of all other events around him; while this allows him to complete work to a high standard and perform his duty with ease it has resulted in people finding him slightly distant. Enjoys a laugh but has never been very good at making people laugh. Greatly enjoys finding how things work and spends a lot of his time investigating the inner workings of any device he has used or seen. Feels at home when travelling new worlds and sailing the stars.

Equipment
He usually carries a custom build and designed long ranged rifle on his back as well as a pair of pistols kept in holsters (one under his arm and the other on his hip). Prefers to use projectile weapons to other kinds, but still owns some of each for such time as the need arises. Collects various weapons and devices from a myriad of cultures and races, and has learned how to use the majority of them.

History
Valerio was born to a family of miners who were working at the edge of the Coriv system aboard their ship ‘The Alexandros’, where he was part of a tight-knit human community. He learned to work the machinery and the techniques of mining at an early age, even improving upon several of the designs. As his interest in how these things worked his family tried to teach him as much as they could but there was a limit to what could be learned on their vessel. Eventually he began to work on ways to increase their defences and weapons, primarily due to the increased regularity of attacks on them by rogue traders and various alien raiders. He successfully converted the mining the drills and lasers into offensive weapons, due to the unreliability of their current defensive capabilities, and by the time he was fourteen he was one of the ships primarily technicians for many of the systems, but it was his own weapon system that they valued him for.
For his fifteenth birthday his family funded his application to attend a scholarship with the Intergalactic Council’s space corps, which is where he spent the following 10 years, before handing in his commission to returning to his family. His family had expanded their mining operation to several vessels, headed now by his elder brother while his younger sister was growing into the role. After a year or so aboard the mining vessels, he had already upgraded their security and stabilized their defences and was becoming board without much to break the boredom beyond trade disagreements.

Has spent the last couple of years working as a security officer and weapons technician aboard the Othra Station, but spends much of his time just trying to get through the day. Valerio's left eye was replaced six month back when his face was sliced up by a stray bullet, causing him severe head trauma; the result of this is that his brainwaves are a bastard for people to make sense of and increased perception from the cybernetic eye. It cost most of his savings to get it done so you'd hardly notice. Life aboard has been dull and routine for years but it beat the mining work he used to do so he's stuck it out in hope that it'll improve.

So begins...

Valerio Vimes's Story

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Valerio sat in the dark, unlit area of the stations most disreputable pub, nursing a bitter pint of ale. Cheap stuff to be sure but it served its purpose. After all, when his fourteen hour shift was done of an evening he was in little mood for something elegant; though it wasn't as if this dive would be able to provide him with any better had he wanted it.
But this shift had been worse than usual as he’d had to log the arrival of the “Nightwing” during its docking, having been tasked with evaluating weapon damage to the hull in his shift report. It had not made his job any easier as any wounded vessel required a complete look over before shifts changed hands, ending up with his hellish shift take an extra damn hour; not to mention that the entire station was buzzing with tales of this ship and her crew.

Now he’d been watching a woman sitting at the bar for some time, clearly she was on the mythical path to find what may lie at the bottom of the bottle; all bottles by the looks of it. There was something that seemed oddly familiar about her, and he couldn't for the life of himself put his finger on what it was. While he was watching an Exburnan wandered in from the alley, while not an uncommon sight it was certainly a strange thing to see one searching out a human. Though when the small blonde haired girl took up residence of the seat on the woman’s other side it seemed clear not to impress the Exburnan much. Unable to hear what was being said between either of them, or the strange thing on the seat on the other side of the lass he was no further forward in pin-pointing what was familiar about her.
Seeing out of the corner of his eye that one of the barmaids was wandering the tables with a tray of empty glasses he waved her over.
”Mary my dear, who’s that lass at the bar? The one sitting between the child and the Exburnan.”

“oh? Her? I think she’s the captain o’er that ship, Nightwing they calls it. Why? Going to try your charms on her eh?”

He rolled his eyes and grumbled “Aye, that’s what I’m gonna do alright, and what lovely charms I have.” The sarcasm dripping off every word “Just get me another pint, I’ll have it at the bar.
“Alright.” She smiled wearily back at him before wandering back across the pub, hips swinging as always to attempt to gain extra on her tip.

”Well at least I know why she’s familiar, her ID printed all over my report files would explain it. May as well have a gander.” He mutters to himself as he made his way over and slumped onto one of the stools within hearing distance of their rather animated conversation, and catching enough to gather why the Exburnan seemed uneasy.

Drowning her sorrows eh? He thought to himself for a moment before wondering if there was anything more annoying than the sound of the small girl. He decided that there most likely wasn't and downed his fresh pint before ordering another in the hopes to drown her out.

Maybe trying for a closer look was a bad idea he mused as he pulled his jacket tighter around him, lowering his head down to the bar.

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Regina

Reggie had barely noticed the message on her datapad. She skimmed through it as she chugged yet another drink, and slipped back into her coat pocket. She rubber her head with her hands, taking in deep breaths. She was startled, slightly, when she felt Rokunam sit down beside her.

He went on and on about how drinking would probably hinder her decision making. The alcohol was already taking effect and she could barely keep up with the alien's words. "On the contrary," She began finishing the rest of her drink and gesturing for another. "Alcohol makes me think much clearer."

She sipped at her new drink when another figure appeared, this time next time Rokunam. She was blonde, and was wearing a...witch's hat? Interesting decision. Reggie shrugged it off and continued to drink. The blonde and Rokunam bantered on and on. And the Exburnan begged for Reggie to not allow the woman onto the ship.

Reggie rubbed her head again, running a hand through her hair. Another figure moved to the bar, sitting down next to her. He scrunched down, as if trying to disappear from sight. Reggie rolled her eyes, her head pounding. From the alcohol or the blonde's constant jabbering, she wasn't sure. Probably both.

Finally, out of annoyance, Reggie stood, kicking back her stool. "Okay, cool it!" She shouted. "Rokunam, I understand your concerns, but right now, we could use all the help we can get. Especially if military men are hunting us down."

She stepped around the Exburnan and up to the blonde. "And if you want to be apart of my crew, you better learn to shut your mouth! And believe me when I say I'll screw your mouth shut if you cross me the wrong way."

She grabbed her drink that she had briefly abandoned and decided to retreat to the back of the bar, to think through her next course of action.

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Dia woke up drooling on his Sfair. His eyes open with a fuzzy slit of vision showing through, his brain trying so desperately to dim the surrounding lights. He looked to his left to find a new patron in the process of sitting right next to him... Dia saw him eying a small group of people a bit further down the bar as he downed a drink. He pulled on his jacket in a weird way before resting on the bar...

"This poor fellow..." he drunkenly thought to himself, "He must be cold!"

Dia sat up and gained his footing between his stool and the possibly shivering stalker.

"You know what you need fellow?!" He slurred as he draped his arm daintily over his shoulder, "You need a partner!"

Dia didn't wait for a response, as he dribbled on and on.

"Stakeouts can be a lonely business, and business isn't lonely! You've got to nurture a relationship with another businessman like myself... juess... *hiccup* ...just take a look at them over there plotting against us already..."

He let go of his cold lonely stalker business partner, and stumbled over to their stalkees to confront any possible merger in person...

"Overtaking our enterprise will take some cunning fem-fatal," Dia stammered, "or a master chess player, cause... well cause... cause we run a tight ship you see..."

Dia sort of lost his train of thought the moment he got to them. He noticed that they were sort of staring at him at this point... and as this realization sunk in, a wave of bashfulness washed over him and his hands began to glow a little brighter... He tucked his hands into his pockets and just stood there awkwardly...

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Valerio had watched the captain stumble away from the bar, dismissing the Exburnan as she did so. Clearly she was having a rough time of it, and her duty didn't seem to be making life any easier. Well wasn't that the truth. The girl continued to chatter on with the barkeep, and while he'd seen her before around here he'd never done so this close; and as far as he was concerned that had been a blessing.

"Another mate. Hows ya sister? Hear she's making a name for herself." He mumbled to the barman as another pint was placed in front of him

"She's fine Val." The man said before turning to another customer. Valerio watched them talking for a few moments before taking a long hard look at the contents of his drink and then back to the new patron. After the newcomer had been served he waved Jimmy over again before asking "First, how much have I had and as I dinnae think I've had that much; and second what are you serving me. As I swear you just served a robot. An it weren't no oil as far as I could tell."

"That I did Val, he seems down and in need of something strong. Couldn't convince him otherwise and he had the coin." Jim shrugged and continued to clean the glass in his hands, well as the cloth and the glass were both filthy it more or less just changed the shape of the rainbow sheen.
Valerio just shrugged back and chuckled before continuing with his drink for a little while longer, then watching as the captain helped the robot onto his feet

"What're you trying to forget mate?" He mused to himself, wondering what must be running through the mind of the robot, and catching snippets of what he said to her as they wandered away from the bar.

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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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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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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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"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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Thomas had half expected the captain to just take off without him. The look on her face before she operated on him said that much. It came as a surprise then, when she actually physically dragged him inside. He stumbled into the hangar again, and took a moment to steady himself, only to be taken aback by the captain's next words.
"Congratulations, you're all hired!"
"What? .... What?!" Tom audibly voiced his confusion. Half of him was overjoyed at being accepted onto the ship properly, the other half was wondering if she'd really meant that for him as well as the others. He sort of went quiet for a bit then, gazing into empty space while his brain sifted through a billion mixed signals that he'd received over the past hour. He finally came to the conclusion that he had actually been hired. This meant he would have money! He visibly jumped as the realisation and the excitement hit him, then looked around to check if anyone had seen it.

He recognised a face from the bar, Valerio's. He walked up to the man and greeted him.
"Hi again, we met at the bar. Heh. Funny thing...."

Tom then proceeded to tell Val his lemonade story.

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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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The captain had directed the prospective hirelings to introduce one another but just as the first one began to speak her voice echoed through the hanger.
"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"
Well that was simple enough he thought as she went off and ordered for the ship to leave dock. Having been a little surprised at the ease with which he had acquired a new job he'd zoned out of the introductions, having just caught the name of the one currently speaking; Dia Fora he believed is what they’d said.
"Okay, everyone, walk and talk please. We are heading to the bridge!"
As the captain hurried off and shouted for the new recruits to follow Valerio had shrugged and thumbs hooked into the front pockets of his jeans wandered with the group, taking in the details of the ship as he did so. The small lass from the pub was busy chittering at the captain again but oddly enough her voice wasn’t as unbearable as it had been earlier. A fact for which Valerio was immensely grateful.
The party continued till they reached an elevator where they met another member of the c- their crew now he supposed, who the captain introduced them too.
"Everyone this is Bond! He's our engineer!" she called out as they got into the elevator for the bridge. As the elevator rose he turned towards the Engineer, and held out his hand to the man, intending to give him a strong warm handshake ”Evenin’ Bond, pleasure to meet ya, the names Valerio Vimes. Mighty fine ship you have here.”

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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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Valerio decided to get up and see how everyone else was doing, figuring that going to check on their guide would be a good start as other than him the rest of their party were unknown to him; not to mention he was the only person he'd met who knew his way around this ship and if the ship had been fired upon it was likely to need its mechanic. As he clambered out from booth into which he landed he noticed that his footsteps seemed a tad uneven, almost sluggish on his right leg. Looking down he noticed that while there hadn't been any sign of injury before a faint trickle of blood was dripping around his boots.

"Well... that cannae be good like." he muttered half chuckling to himself as he pulled at the jeans, turning them to see any damage; and the fabric parted slightly at the back to show several jagged shard of twisted metal embedded into the muscle. "Should probably hurt more I think..." he mused before dragging his now ruined leg across the canteen to where the ships cook was well, Waltzing as far as he could tell, around the fallen bodies of her crew; clearly she was either a few rounds short of a clip or deeply disturbed by current events. Val voted for both. At least the robot seemed to be on top of things, having contacted the ships AI and requested medical aid.

As Valerio hobbled over he put his hand on the robots shoulder to steady himself, his reactions were becoming somewhat slower than they should be; so he chalked them down to loss of blood. Realising he should most likely do something about it he reached into his satchel and pulled out a few old unused bandages but before he could either apply them himself or ask the robot, who's name for the life of him he couldn't remember to help him he saw the cook violently kick Bond hard in the ribcage.

"That's for peeping on me" He heard her growl before she started acting very strangely indeed.

"Lass, I think that now may not be the damn time to get your own back on wounded crew during what is clearly a bloody awful situation" Val grumbled at her but in response she just glared at the new recruits and coldly told them to leave and get back to their stations, whether she had heard him was anyone's guess.

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He could see himself falling down a dark tunnel, and hear screaming while metal melted and burned around him. His own voice was lost and while he knew he must be screaming as he hurtled through this oblivion he couldn't hear it. The tunnel was nearing its end and racing towards him was a smile he knew too well, a smile that haunted his dreams. He finally heard his own voice and realised as his world shattered into blood and ruin, that all the screams had been his voice.



Valerio woke suddenly to find himself lying under a table while the echoes of his screams were fading into nothingness, not entirely sure what had occurred, he attempted to recall what events he could; and the last thing that came to him just before he, well before he'd passed out as there was no other description forthcoming, was the doctor rushing Bond and the other injured crewman away while the others ran off. He did barely remember losing his grip on the robots shoulder as it had turned to leave. Trying to stand Valerio groaned to himself upon noticing that his leg was stained deep crimson from his injury and was barely responsive, but seemed to have at least begun to clot.

"Well at least I've not bled to death, admittedly a tad bit dizzy all the same" He muttered to himself, reaching into his pack and pulling out a small first-aid kit in order to tend his wound and properly dress it to ward off infection, and some pain killers to negate the throbbing agony that he was beginning to feel. Once satisfied that it would hold for the time being and that he could at least focus without clenching his teeth he packed it away and placed it inside his satchel, withdrawing a personally crafted set of tools. Carefully he opened the tools and pulled over the nearest chair so that he could start dismantling it in order to make a crutch.

After a few attempts he was able to pull himself onto his feet, noting that his makeshift support seemed stable enough and reasonably comfortable, though he had needed to sit on a nearby chair and add much of the padding from the previous chair and it would still take quite a bit of getting used too but after a few minutes and some false starts was able to hobble over to the food stores in the kitchen. Rummaging through what was available he found some supplies of fresh fruit and picked up a couple of handfuls, carefully putting them into his bag before picking up a few more apples to eat for the moment.

He went back to his tools and scooping them up, placed them lightly on the table he'd awoken under while using the seat next to it to rest on. Opening his bag once more he withdrew a intricately engraved dark redwood box, inlaid with silver and woven with bands. Marked in the very centre was V. Opening the box he withdrew a the mechanical components of a masterfully crafted rifle, one he had been given upon graduation; it was primarily made of metal but softly enveloped with strong oak to give it a more aesthetic and archaic feel. The barrel had been designed for the older ballistic ammunition as opposed to the more modernised beam weapons but an addition by one of its previous owners was an alternative loader should it be required. He strapped a holster across his back and slotted the completed rifle in its correct place. After ensuring it was secure he clambered back to his feet and slowly made his way out of the kitchen and through the corridors of the ship, in search of anyone, or anything for that matter, that would be able to direct him.

"Where have they all buggered off ta I wonder?"

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