New Hokkaido - The Prologue to an Adventure
POSTED BY: DireKtorsSmeagelle
UPDATED: Thursday, February 10, 2005 13:59
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Quentin’s Move
LOCATION: New Hokkaido Re-Enact Faire
Quentin looks the gent with the bag over. Quentin then scrutinizes the bag in a slightly exaggerated way “Yep that would be my bag. Thank you for its return”
Quentin then tries to take the bag if the gentleman in front of him doesn’t try to jerk it away or somesuch.
EOM
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Calbrax's move
New Hokkaido Re-inacktment Faire
Calbrax lets go of the bag, but warily. The close scrutiny makes him uncomfortable.
Play it cool, he thinks to himself.
"You can run inta a lot of dodgy customers," he says to the the stranger in the black coat, "even in a fed haven like this. Just found out an old friend a mine may have fell in with that sort, just recently. Heard anything about that?"
"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."
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Quentin’s Move
LOCATION: New Hokkaido Re-Enact Faire
Quentin pockets the bag Graham gives to him “Sorry but I don't have a clue what happened to your friend." Quentin looks over at the area where Graham was a few moments ago and thinks about bringing up why Graham had his fingers wrapped around the other guy's shoulders but the middle of a busy Faire is not the place to have *that* conversation. Quentin then looks back at Graham. "I’ve been around this town for what seems a month but its been only a few weeks. I can, however, offer you a drink as a finder’s fee at your choice of venue. We can chat about this friend of yours if you like or make a toast or three.” Quentin smiles a little and waits for an answer. Graham will notice during the putting away of the bag bit that Quentin is carrying a pistol in a hip holster.
EOM
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Clabrax's move
New Hokkaido Re-enactment Faire
"Never been one to turn down a free drink," Calbrax says. "Not too familiar with the area though, so I'll let you select the bar."
"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."
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OOC: Just setting the timeline fer these scenes...
LANCELOT TRANSPORT
NEARING NEW HOKKAIDO ORBIT
As ...
In the observation lounge late into Omega shift the CAPTAIN of the Lancelot stood and watched quietly from the deep shadows of his favorite table as the starfield swam by. He was startled as the giant figure of one of the passengers loomed out of the darkness into view from the still open port door. Spooked, the CAPTAIN thought -- What was his name again ... NicoAllez or somesuch? Isn't he an evangelist? Or was it a mechanic?.
NICO paused, locked eyes with the CAPTAIN across the stygian darkness in the lounge. After the briefest moment, NICO clasped his right fist into his left at just below sternum level, bowing from the waist and without loosing eye contact.
Still slightly offguard, the CAPTAIN noticed that the evangelist had his forearms at a precise military parallel to the deck. As NICOs head dropped to the level of the CAPTAINs, it hits for the umpteenth time of exactly how tall this brimstone&hell-fire preacher truly was.
The CAPTAIN involuntarily thinks At six foot six, I USED to be the biggest bloke on this ship! This'un must top out way over seven foot!. He then quickly returns the bow, knowing NICO will take offense if the acknowledgment of respect is not shown.
NICO slowly blinked twice, then resumed his full stature and moved to the starboard side of the large wraparound viewport, leaving the CAPTAIN to his solitude.
As the Lancelot gently banked to starboard, New Hokkaido was revealed. Shining in reflected sunlight, the planet was a beautiful glowing emerald and teal sphere.
NICO reverently dropped to one knee and gazed at the vision with focused and rapt expression on his face.
A brief thought ripples the placid sea of NICOs mind ... This is where is it all will begin ... again.
NICO paused at the hatch and let his pupils softly dilate to adapt to the strong sunshine bathing the New Hokkaido port city of Tomokomai. Satisfied he was now prepared, he stooped low and crossed the threshold from the Lancelot to the open-air ramp leading to the ground.
Not moving his head NICO, swept the crowd with his steady gaze. He noted the flow and surge of the people thronging the docks and off-world market. He focuses on a brightly colored poster that was announcing a Faire nearby to the docks. He closes his eyes to pull up a mental image of the maps of New Hokkaido he had studied. There, he thinks, "Tha verra place I ra'quire.
Curious children formed a bow wave around NICO has he crested through the mass of humanity towards his goal. The children were actually opening a swath before NICO's assured tread.
Many minutes later and many more children and a few piqued adults added to NICO's impromptu legion of the curious.
OUTSIDE the RENACT FAIRE
Just outside the Faire and in a huge blistering hot open waiting area, NICO stops. Only moving his eyes, he glances up at the tattered remnants of a tent roof for this large shallow dish of an amphitheater. There is a massive fountain at the center, many meters away from the entry arch. Dozens of people were utilizing the the obviously overworked well, but they still looked hot as they languished in the meager shade until they could mover closer to the cooling spray of this ailing water supply.
Smoothly rotating his head a precise 45 degrees to port, NICO takes in an abandoned section of the amphitheater. Though he knew it to be mostly an illusion, it seemed that the heat waves were more intense in that area than anywhere else. The dearth of occupants also spoke of a location too intense for just anybody to settle into.
NICO allows himself a small smile of appreciation directed towards the creator and its sense of balance in all things.
During this short inspection, NICO's crowd becomes restive, starting to drift off in boredom or chattering to each other about other strange things they have seen here at the dockyard and newly errected Faire
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S. TROY - LOCATION: New Hokkaido, Carstairs Base, VIP Visitor accomadations.
It is a two-day trip to New Hokkaido. It passes quickly enough. Days are spent in the ships REC facility, using the equipment endlessly, weights set to absolute maximum. Meals are taken in her quarters, alone. Nights spent alone on the floor of her room - the bed an unwanted intrusion into her floor space.
She does not care for the food as usual, too complicated. She does not care for the coffee - too ... weak. Also as usual. Desserts go into the head uneaten, too full of things she knows from experience will clash with her system. Her bulk requires a lot of fuel and she has eaten many things over the years searching for the most efficient way to power herself. Sugar is contraindicated.
She is glad to disembark at New Hokkaido, possibly as glad as they are to see her go. There had been curiosity about her presence among the crew and some animosity after watching her work out. Nothing to concern her; let them try ... anything. She would welcome a sparring partner right now - someone to take out her discomfort on. It is normal, her team is always watched, wherever they are posted. If she gave it a thought, Shelby might consider it to be jealousy.
It is late when the shuttle takes her down to the military port. She is flown down by one sullen, silent pilot and is picked up by another sullen and quiet driver. Taken to the base and escorted to her assigned quarters. It is understood she will see the Commander tomorrow morning at a decent hour; there is a faint disapproval that she arrived at such an inconvenient time. As if it was her choice or doing. It is of no consequence. Shelby is indifferent to the opinions of civilians. Truth to be told, much of the time, she is indifferent to the opinions of her teammates as well.
Under these circumstances, the knock on her door twenty minutes after she is left in her quarters, is unexpected at best. As she approaches the door however, she understands. She can scent her visitor before she even opens the door, and a part of her relaxes instantly. She opens the door to who she already knows is standing there – Austyn, one of her own teammates, from another cell. They have trained together many times over the years, as they fulfill the same functions. If it could be said to be possible, he seems … relieved … to see her. She knows she is obscurely pleased to see him. She has been very … lonely.
He is a male of few words, and gets to his point quickly. No small talk needed. Words are not really needed either; his scent gives him away immediately. Shelby is sure he is just as aware of her. He looks at her for a moment before speaking.
“I have … needs.”
“I know”
Enough talk. Shelby reaches out and takes him by the front of his jumpsuit and pulls him into the room. The door closes and there are sounds of ripping fabric. And then … silence.
Time passes.
Later, lying side by side on the floor of her room, there is talk. It is not pillow talk; the idea would be foreign to them both. It is not small talk; they do not indulge in such things. It is closer to a download of information, like syncing two pieces equipment to stabilize the data on each until both contain necessary components. They lie on their backs not touching, but taking … comfort … in not being alone.
SHELBY
“Your cell?”
AUSTYN
“Separated. Four months. Or’sha here; contact forbidden . Me, shadow bodyguard for tournament. Yours?”
SHELBY
“Separated six months. Corvair detached, sensitive. Me, possible target located here, wetwork. Hold and await orders.” She pauses, choosing not to go on. But he is insistent.
AUSTYN
“Merzedes?”
SHELBY
“No data. No sighting two plus months.” She all but spat out the words. She
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Quentin’s Move
LOCATION: New Hokkaido Re-Enact Faire
"You can call me Hawk as thats what most call me. I know the perfect place to go to drink. Its usually quiet this time of day."
Quentin leads his new friend quickly to a bar tent that is not seedy and not Alliance filled. Quentin enters the tent first then parts the flap so Graham can make his grand entrance.
"My treat so you get to pick the bench you wanna sit at"
EOM
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Calbrax's move
New Hokkaido Re-enactment Faire
Graham follows Hawk into the tent and takes a seat by the bar. As his new friend gets the first round of drinks he says,
"Thanks Hawk, I'll get the next. So what brings you to New Hokkaido?"
"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."
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Quentin’s Move
LOCATION: New Hokkaido Re-Enact Faire
Hawk orders a beer and a shot for himself "Well gent whom I do not know what to call yet" Hawk chuckles a little "I'm a pilot on a break between gigs. I'm seeing the sights of this planet while waiting for the next gig to be found." Hawk takes off his sunglasses and pockets them. His pupils are ice-blue in color. He pays the waitress for the round of drinks. He starts to sip his beer.
EOM
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Calbrax's move
New Hokkaido Re-enactment Faire
As Calbrax sips his drink he introduces himself to his new-found drinkin' buddy.
"The name's Graham Calbrax. You can call me by any permutation o' that you like. It's pretty hard to turn into an insult. Guess my parents were kinder than I realised." He laughs. "I'm here to meet an old friend. Only I just overheard some fella sayin he's been hauled off by the feds. Now, he's no saint, but I don't reckon he would've done what they say he did."
"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."
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