A Defiant 'Verse - In Character

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UPDATED: Thursday, July 23, 2009 08:49
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MESHAKHAD

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 6:33 PM

"I wonder if anyone is home?" Mei wondered aloud.

Curious, she walked up to the main hatch, and knocked twice.

But... FOR THE LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES!

LINCOLNZ

Sunday, July 12, 2009 4:46 AM

Lincoln noticed movement outside the ship, again. This time he realized he'd better go and see to it. Ainsley began to reply but he held up a hand and waved it subtly as he turned away, heading towards the cargo doors.

"What?" Ainsley asked curiously.

"Just a second, there's someone outside. I have to see what this is about." He reached the smaller door set within the outer doors and put his hand on the opening mechanism. The scratched and tarnished metal cold to the touch.

"Probably just some lookie-lous..."

Thunk thud... a soft knocking from the outside. It echoed dully in the cargo hold.

He opened the door with little effort. Hearing a soft hiss as the slightly different air pressures equalized suddenly.

Standing on the extended access ramp were three individuals, a rugged looking man with dark hair, a woman with disfiguring facial scarring and another woman with brown hair and a travel worn knee-length coat. They had been speaking when he opened the hatch, he noted the taller woman was leaning next to the broken button for the rear access light. He glanced to each of them, the woman with the scars was probably the one who'd knocked. No one spoke immediately so he took a breath..

"Uh.. hello? This is a private vessel, can I help you?

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"Progress doesn't come from early risers — progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things." Robert A. Heinlein

ELPAGAN

Sunday, July 12, 2009 11:42 AM

Mission success! Victory is mine! All crew members accounted for, privacy shield reading at 100%!
"Great to meet ya Mrs Holliday, I'll cya later" Dale called over his shoulder as he strode out, up towards the cargo bay- masterfully avoiding skipping, he still couldn't help but feel jaunty at his survival.

Looked to be a crowd by the door though..
Two of them were ladies.
AND a lady up top on the walkway
Geez where did all these X-chromosomes come from?
Hmm.. I'd better re-learn indifference again. It'd be a necessity, considering recent events. Always handy for off ship socialising too.
Soo.. where was I going?
Where was I? Kitchen, med bay, bunk! Thats it. Damn. Med bay is between here and there..

Hmm. Well, maybe I can talk to Lincoln.
I wonder if he'd consider buying some sugar as a provision for the ship..

Sugar- "it makes coffee bearable"

CELESTIA

Monday, July 13, 2009 2:44 AM

Jackie opened her mouth to ask Dale about his medical training, but wasn't able to get a word in. He quickly skirted the exam chair, chattering as he backed toward the door.

"Great to meet ya, Mrs. Holliday. I'll see ya later!" Then he was gone.

Either the crewman had something to hide or he had an illogical fear of physical exams. She was betting on the latter.

"It's Doctor Holliday," she said, though no one else heard.

With the infirmary quiet again, her own fears came creeping back. Why hadn't the ship left the dock yet?

She slipped off her stethoscope and placed it in her bag, closing it with a snap. Another minute in Beylix made it all the more likely that Flinders would find her, have her arrested for assault, and haul her back to the village where he would meet out his own corrupt brand of justice.

If things hadn't been bad enough before she'd clobbered him.... She shuddered at the thought of what he might do to her now.

And from the look of Captain Rey, he'd give her over for a profit without a second thought, if such an opportunity arose.

Checking the windows with a quick glance to be sure no one was near, Jackie pulled out her tazer from it's hidden sheath beneath her loose pant leg. She clicked the safety lock off and powered it up. Just in case. The high pitched whine wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear outside the infirmary and she relaxed a little, reassured by the sound.

She slipped it back into its sheath and picked up her bag. She remembered something Danny had told her about the Firefly ships. Good for smuggling due to all the little hidey holes built into the design. Time to find herself one and hole up until takeoff.

She stepped out of the infirmary, but instantly froze at the sound of a distant grating, scraping of metal on metal. She quickly got her bearings, heart quickening as she realized it was coming from the direction of the cargo bay.

She hurried toward the sound, stopping just before reaching the cargo bay. Slowly, she peaked around the corner. The first mate stood, looming large in silhouette against the bright light of day shining through an open door.

"This is a private vessel, can I help you?" she heard him ask.

Jackie held her breath. Gods, don't let it be them!

Bargara moved aside and she saw three figures outside.

Not waiting to find out if it was Flinders' gang, instead jumping to the worst possible conclusion that they were here to take her, Jackie pulled her medical bag up under her arm, and turned to flee.

Pivoting on the balls of her feet, she ran smack into ….

MESHAKHAD

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 2:49 AM

Mei looked up at the man in the doorway. He was bigger than Mei had expected.

On the other hand, he looked friendly enough.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Hi, I'm Mei Lara. We were all kinda wondering if you were hiring at all."

But... FOR THE LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES!

SHADESIREN

Thursday, July 16, 2009 4:30 AM

Shade was saved from having to deal with the flask by Mei's question - but before she could answer her; something she wasn't sure she was ready to anyway; the girl didn't even let her answer. She moved right past Shade, before she could even open her mouth, and knocked on the door. Shade raised her eyebrows, a little worried about the possibility of having to work alongside someone like this. She moved aside, surprised - and a little annoyed - when the door actually opened. Fine - ignore the doorbell, answer wacky-pants' knock.. be that way...

"Uh.. hello? This is a private vessel, can I help you?"

Wacky-pants didn't give anyone else a chance to respond, and Shade was fine letting her jump forward and be the guinea pig.

"Hi, I'm Mei Lara. We were all kinda wondering if you were hiring at all."

Shade just smirked a little, the flask forgotten in her hand, and she just gave the man inside the airlock a raised eyebrow, as if to echo Mei's question, Well.. ARE you?

LINCOLNZ

Thursday, July 16, 2009 7:35 PM

He looked from the scarred woman to the other and nearly matched her expression. He glanced to the man in the back but he seemed a bit taken aback at the abrupt greeting as well. After what felt like ten minutes of staring at each other, but was in fact more likely twenty seconds, Lincoln cleared his throat and replied.

"That would depend on what sort of services you're offering. One moment." He turned and left them outside the ship and pressed his palm to a large button on a communications access terminal next to the stairs.

"Captain? Please get down to the cargo hold, we've got.. uh.. solicitors" He said the last more quietly and glanced back as he did so.

The captain's voice followed after a beat. "Just tell them to fu..."

"Nathan." Bargara interrupted quickly, glancing up to Ainsley and noticing Dale as he moved across the deck. "Seriously Captain, get down here."

He turned and approached the smaller cargo door again. Once there he gave the trio a quick once over. They didn't seem like Radicals, or even beggars or freeloaders. Besides, they could just as easily cause them trouble standing outside the ship as inside.

"Ok I called for the captain, if you all are seriously seeking work, come on in."

He stepped back, leaving them room to enter the mostly clear forward space of the cargo deck.

"So, again, what sort of work are you three looking for, exactly?"

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"Progress doesn't come from early risers — progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things." Robert A. Heinlein

SHADESIREN

Friday, July 17, 2009 1:39 AM

Shade eyed the man speculatively, easily moving forward at his invitation. Jian ta de guai, she wasn't timid, she was going to get this over with. Stepping into the airlock, she offered the man a firm, almost masculine handshake.

"My name's Shade Whitmore, sir," she nodded once, in greeting, "Got experience in moving freight, mostly, whatnot work as needed. Not much skilled in repairs and the like, but I'm stronger than I look." She made a sort of half smile, adding "Done a little security, too, when was needed." The phrase was near universally understood, when it applied, as one who could generally provide a little violence, at a captain's request. Shade didn't elucidate on the subject. If he wanted to know more, he'd ask.

She stepped back, "Just lookin' for a berth, for the time being - permanent, or temporary, if the job's not a fit." Such was the usual in the business. If you fit, you'd keep your bunk, if not, you'd find a new berth at the next stop. Shade had mostly followed the latter pattern, but there was always hope. Or in her case, maybe that was just how she liked things. "If you want 'em, I got some references." Not that they count for much anymore... The war made a lot of things unreliable and unsure. Whether any of her previous bosses were reachable, and whether they'd have something pleasant to say, she wouldn't have wanted to put money on it, either way.

Still, there was one thing they couldn't argue - she was good. She might not be polite, or sweet, or cuddly, but she was good.

LINCOLNZ

Friday, July 17, 2009 1:52 AM

Lincoln listened to her spiel, knowing full well what she meant by security. He'd only been First Mate for a short time but he knew the typical mercenary language from his years spent hopping from one roughneck crew to the next. He'd already determined this one meant business, about the same time he discovered her strong grip. She looked a bit rough around the edges, but didn't seem outwardly violent or brash, which is more than he could say for a few others he'd met of this profession.

"Great. Captain should be down in.. well hopefully soon." he glanced past her to the catwalk, listening for footsteps on the deck above.

He heard none yet.

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"Progress doesn't come from early risers — progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things." Robert A. Heinlein

DEFIANT2THELAST

Friday, July 17, 2009 11:27 PM

Nathan fumbled around his room for his pistol. He’d put it down here somewhere. His search had the end result of several bundles of paper lining the floor and a pistol that hadn’t been anywhere near them. Confident if the shit hit the fan he wouldn’t be a sitting duck, he made his way to the galley, then through the medical bay and passenger dorms to the cargo deck.

This route had meant he had come out on the complete other side of the room than the entrance. Nathan strode across the grated utilitarian deck in a fashion that he hoped would make the ‘solicitors’ aware he was the sad-little-king of this sad-little-hill.

“I’m pretty sure Lincoln has told you a damned lot more about me then he has about you guys to me.” Nathan said when he had reached the group awaiting his attention “So, to whom and why do I owe the pleasure?”

Lincolnz: Buttle... to duel with ones buttocks

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