A Defiant 'Verse - In Character II

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DEFIANT2THELAST

Thursday, July 23, 2009 8:49 AM

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Lincolnz: Buttle... to duel with ones buttocks

CELESTIA

Thursday, July 23, 2009 3:03 PM

Jackie struggled to stay upright, holding the medical bag out to help regain her balance, as well as to keep her from falling over the big lump on the floor.

She forgot for the moment about running from her would-be pursuers she thought were at the cargo bay door, trying to make sense of what had just happened here in the passageway.

A weird buzzing in her ears almost sounded like a human voice, far away. She shook her head violently to clear away the little fireflies (insects, not the craft) whirling rapidly in front of her eyes.

The solid object blocking her path, she soon realized, was the slightly unhinged pilot, Bucket, who was now staring up at her from his seat in a puddle of white liquid on the floor.

She caught an occasional phrase in his nonsensical spiel, something about "transporting a bull" and "whimsy in the brain pan", but another voice made her tune out Bucket and turn her head around to listen.

"What sort of work are you three looking for, exactly?"

Bargara had said work. Jackie's shoulders slumped with relief. Not Flinders, after all.

"See i flail and run round screaming sometimes before i collapse...," said the pilot, still on the floor, "that happens to me sometimes. Maybe that will help you?"

Jackie sighed a laugh and reached down to offer a hand. Once Bucket was on his feet, she realized her hand was wet and a little sticky. She looked at her palm, then at Bucket as she wiped it off on her pant leg. "Sorry about your moo juice, there, Buck. Hope I didn't hurt you otherwise."

Bucket answered in the negative, at least Jackie was guessing that's what he said, it was difficult to tell. Besides, it was distracting when he kept calling her "Fred".

She decided the poor man needed sleep more than anything else at the moment, so she knelt down on one knee to open her medical bag. Meanwhile, she kept one ear on the goings-on down at the entry door, the Captain having joined the merry little band now.

Besides Bargara and Rey, she'd heard two female voices inquiring about hiring on as crew. She liked the idea that there was already one female on The Defiant besides herself and was hopeful there might soon be others, though their being women didn't necessarily make them friendlies.

Jackie stood up, small brown bottle in hand. She held it out to Bucket but before he reached out to take it from her, she accidentally dropped it.

The unbreakable container clattered to the floor, rolled between Bucket's feet, and little round green pills tumbled away in all directions.

Jackie didn't move to pick them up. In fact, she stood stock still, listening.

"I know that voice," she said, more to the air than to the pilot.

"Mornin' captain," he had said quite clearly, "Permission to come aboard?"

SHADESIREN

Saturday, July 25, 2009 8:28 PM

Shade's eyes narrowed slightly, she managed to maintain the nearly expressinless look on her face. Three and twelve? Bad and good. Three wasn't much, but as a cargo hauler, it wasn't much less than standard - not much at all, really, considering the bad state many ships were in during this war. Twelve was... lovely. And given that there was a war on, it was even likely she'd get it. Besides, the combat was what she was half hoping for anyway, it was what she was really good at, and twelve was easily worth her time.

Shade let one eyebrow raise just enough to make her point - how she was sure he'd understand didn't occur to her. "Make it five and ten, and we have a deal." It wasn't an outrageous deal, but she couldn't simply take his first offer. Truth was, she already felt enough general respect for the man to at least make a pretense of haggling. She was experienced enough to know that five and ten were probably where'd they have ended up if she'd put on a full show. With Mei here still trying to decide if she was gonna take his rejection, or come up with a deal he couldn't refuse - or something else Shade didn't even pause to think up - Shade really just wanted get the job, claim a bunk, and settle in. Even better, watch the skyplex fade into the black as they left.

She held out a hand on the deal - the standard handshake was good enough for her till any paperwork he might or might not want done later.

AVAMARIE

Saturday, July 25, 2009 11:43 PM

Ava was at a loss. She had been stranded here, on this hell of a skyplex, for a week now, and she drastically needed to find a way off of it. Not drastic enough to call on whom she could very easily rely on, nor did she want to do any favors to buy passage on to a ship. She wanted things to be honest, though she believed her work was honest, just in a difference sense. Slightly contradictory by nature, but adorable to boot. Which could in turn be her downfall currently as she finally reached the start of the stretch of ships docked at the Thebarton Skyplex.

Heels clicking almost inaudibly due to the bustle around her, it appeared that she would have to act fast as the majority were closing down and shipping out. A soft frown graced her lips as she rubbed her torso with the palm of her hand, pausing near a firefly. Pursing her lips, she continued on by the ship, head turning as she noticed a group of people right inside. Her interest piqued as she continued by, eyes straying from where she should be looking causing her to run into... someone. Her body tensed slightly as the person grabbed her arms, startled while her eyes frantically reverted their attention on to what was at hand.

The smell of body odor and week old cheese hit her as she opened her mouth to apologize, closing her lips tightly while pulling away from the man in front of her. The look in his eyes disturbed her greatly, and his appearance made it that much worse. "Didja git lost girlie?" She only made eye contact for a brief moment before looking down, brushing her hand along her dress as she straightened it out, blinking a few times at his... question.

"Not lost sir, just distracted," brown orbs glanced in the direction of the firefly nearby that had caught her eye before returning her gaze to the dirty, fat man in front of her. "My apologies, I was not paying enough attention to where I was walking, instead daydreaming of finding passage away from here," she winced softly at her own words, chewing down on her bottom lip. This couldn't possibly end well, with that look he was giving her, it was obvious he knew what she was.

"Passage eh?" he inquired with a disturbing quirk to his grin, showing off the stains on the remaining teeth that he had. Ava just stood there, somewhat shocked, and somewhat frightened by the possibility of what might happen. Even after being here for a week she had managed to steer clear of any danger, since most of the stronger men were willing to play bodyguard in exchange for money or dinner, but this moment was not nearly as innocent as those prior.

The grotesque man glanced over his shoulder at the wreck of a ship, and she began to notice more crew members of a similar fashion start to appear. "Me an' me crew could uh, would be more'n happy ta give ya passage," he snorted greasily, looking at Ava directly before his eyes wandered down her figure, "Fer jist a lil' help."

Her face paled as she quickly covered her mouth with slender fingers, looking away from him before saying quietly "Oh my god I threw up in my mouth a little." Her body started to turn with her gaze when the man abruptly reached out to brush his hand rather forcefully along her arm before gripping her wrist to turn her around. She yelped at the force, not completely prepared for what had just happened so fell right against him, and his ripeness made her eyes roll back. "I dun believe we was finished talkin'," he sneered at her, pulling her dangerously close for comfort.

Her brow quirked at his remark before she reacted, slamming her heel down onto his foot and her knee into his groin. Ava didn't wait a moment longer to even try and support his fall before she was heading toward the closest, hopefully secure, place with people inside of it. As her shoes hurriedly clicked along the ramp, she made a mental note to personally thank her self defense teacher when she got a chance.

Hurrying along, she lifted her eyes, realizing she was in front of the firefly again, with a group of five people at the airlock. One, bear

ELPAGAN

Sunday, July 26, 2009 10:37 AM

Dale leant against one of the plasteel crates sitting halfway along the cargo bay, taking in the site of the newcomers. Three of them.
One newcomer, a girl with some pretty scary burns to half her face, was shot down immediately by the captain who'd swaggered up- practically dripping testosterone and command.
Dale was caught somewhere between a scowl and a smirk. Mainly scowl- he'd been blunt, rude and quite possibly wrong in not hiring her.
But.. it was always funny to see the captain be such a ju tou
without realising it.
The gruff, unshaven looking mechanic (if he'd heard correctly) came on confidently and strode by with barely a grunt. Were polite mechanics such a rarity?
He finally gave up on waiting for the captain when he started talking money with the last lady.
Those debates could go for a while.
It was only halfway up the stairs to the walkway that he glanced back.
Had he just heard someones whisper on the wind? Weird, that how polite feminine and properly pronounced (a rarity out here) speech could do that- travel greater distance and overcome babble.
Eyes tracking through the cargo bay door, he saw her.
A beautiful, brown eyed amber haired goddess, framed perfectly by the doorway, bunching up a ruffled silky golden skirt and looking hopefully through the doorway.
He stood, entranced for a moment before his head re-booted and he realized her intentions of boarding. That, and remembered his recent failures with maintaining indifference.
DA-SHIANG BAO-TZA SHR DUH LAH DOO-TZE!

LINCOLNZ

Tuesday, July 28, 2009 6:08 AM

Lincoln stood by as Nathan offered Whitmore the job. The left corner of his mouth turning up amused as she counter-offered, this girl knows how to haggle he thought to himself. At least two of the crew had also joined them, though he didn't turn to see who it was, he'd heard their footfalls on the deck plating.

Before the captain replied, he caught movement on the loading ramp and nudged the captain's arm subtly with his elbow. Not waiting for a response he moved casually around the others, with some effort as they were practically inside the doorway, and out the door, coming face to face with the newcomer. He made sure to move slightly to the left of the door, to allow Nathan to see the goings on, as well as to avoid the appearance of intimidation.

"Morning ma'am, can I help you?"

He held out a large hand, smiling as he considered her. She appeared out of place in the rabble of poverty that constituted the majority of the Skyplex citizenry. She seemed uncomfortable and he suspected she was possibly having second thoughts about approaching. He noted her attire and wondered briefly if she was an associate of Ainsley, or perhaps the doctor.

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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

AVAMARIE

Tuesday, July 28, 2009 7:28 PM

Lincoln made sure to move slightly to the left of the door, to allow Nathan to see the goings on, as well as to avoid the appearance of intimidation.

"Morning ma'am, can I help you?" the man asked, as he held out a large hand, smiling as he considered her.

Ava smiled softly as a man approached her, eyes glancing back to the group then down at her hands as she nervously picked at a loose string on her bodice. She needed to fix that when all of this was said and done, but now back to the topic at hand. "I don't mean to interrupt," reaching out to return his handshake with delicate fingers barely noticing the man recovering from the knee she gave him.

"I was curious if you were taking on passengers, and perhaps if you were that I may acquire a room?" she side stepped so that her back was to the door, eyes able to keep track of the disgusting creature grunting about nearby. Allow she wasn't necessarily frightened of the man, she did not want that thing to tarnish her possibilities of boarding this ship.

Although the Defiant was nothing special to her at this direct moment, it was enough to be her ticket away from here, and away from the possibility of having to deal with more people like that man. Uncivilized to boot and unaware that things needed to be paid for or fairly traded, not just taken.

LINCOLNZ

Wednesday, July 29, 2009 5:10 AM

Lincoln glanced over to the piece of go suh docked at the next berth and the fat man seated on his ass, his crew milling about unsure. He had no clue what happened over there but judging from the direction the man was looking and his expression, he began to suspect this young lady had a hand in it. Or something else. He shook her hand politely and let her speak. When she was finished he glanced to Nathan, who was hardly paying attention. He decided to wing it.

"Yes, we have some vacancies. You'd need to speak with the captain, though. He'll just be a moment." He cleared his throat and turned around, saying "As long as you can pay I doubt it'll be a problem."

"Could we maybe take this all inside?" He addressed everyone at the airlock. If she did piss anyone off next door he didn't want to linger around and get caught up in anything.

"You can come in too." He said to the attractive prospective passenger, glancing back. He didn't know who she was but she seemed eager to get inside the ship and away from whatever happened to lead her here. She also looked to have money, and he figured Nathan wouldn't object to another paying passenger.

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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 31, 2009 2:18 PM

KYLE MONAGHAN

Kyle strode through the market hub. The smell of sweat and spices burned his nostrils as he walked around, going through the different stalls and shops tasting and sampling various things that caught his eye. Occasionally he would check the time, rolling up the sleeve of his heavy brown trench coat to reveal a dinky old watch. He smiled to himself as he saw a group of alliance troopers smiling and laughing in restaurant beside him.

NATHAN

Nathan took the hand and shook it, confirming that was the deal. His eyes crawled across the cargo deck, sluggish as weariness set in. He suppressed a groan as yet another hopeful waltzed aboard, adding to the amount of work he’d have to do before lifting off and sleeping. He didn’t care to how pretty the girl was at this moment, it had been nearly thirty-four hours since he’d got any decent sleep. At least it looked like Lincoln was dealing with the initial proceedings.

For now, he had Kasper and Whitmore to deal with. Both of them needed a rack and he had yet to write paper work up for Shade. At least THAT could wait, he was unlikely to be surveyed about the legitimacy of their employment in a war, and even then he’d doubt anyone outside of the Core would bother. Nathan turned slightly so he could see both the new crew members better.

“Okay, so welcome both of you aboard as crew members. I’ll be giving a better briefing once we are all in the air, but I think it’s a more immediate issue of getting you both rooms an-” Nathan struggled to suppress the yawn and caught a glimpse of the bustle outside the Firefly.

Nathan turned about face and went to jab the console to shut the airlock. He couldn’t bare the thought of anymore work for tonight. To think, he’d gone a whole week with barely a murmur. Nathan didn’t get the chance, and the time between the pain and the sudden cold steel of the deck pressing against his cheek did not seem to exist.

KYLE MONAGHAN

Kyle considered himself lucky to have been chosen for such an honor. He counted the final seconds, grateful to know the time at which it would happen. Time seemed to slow, and the world around him became but a minor detail. The click of the second hand consumed his hearing. Then it went black. He felt the intense heat as the roar of each Alliance issue explosive went off, enough to destroy the market district and the merchant docks along side it. He smiled at the thought of the Alliance troopers eating nearby as his body was hurtled in several directions.

Lincolnz: Buttle... to duel with ones buttocks

ELPAGAN

Saturday, August 1, 2009 3:59 AM

Dale had been mentally cussing when suddenly, Bucket was next to him- offering a breath mint.

His first reaction was reflex acceptance- he did need one right now- and almost had the thing popped in his mouth when he caught himself.
And the pill.

Bucket had a cheeky expectant look on his face, which only got broader when Dale narrowed his eyes.
Bucket was messing with him.
Either this wasnt a breath mint, and it was some sneaky prank, OR he was just testing his nerves and paranoia with a real breath mint and a cheeky expression.
Dale decided-
screw it, nobody is THAT obvious if they're really pranking someone. And in this case at least- better to be bravely stupid than stupidly cowardly.
Dale relaxed, looked Bucket straight in the eye and tossed the little green pill up ready to fall in his open mouth.
He hoped he'd catch it, or else he'd look fairly stupid.
That moment, the green pill suspended at the top of its parabolic arc,
that was when the explosion hit.

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