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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 2, 2015 21:11:01 GMT -5
"Yep! You boys can work out your quarters between ya. Trust me-- won't be no botherin' us. Senior crew's already staked out the good spots." Cate commented along, finally finding her shoes tucked behind a chair. Odd since she didn't remember using that. "An' you get the company of my bed down in the crew quarters. Probably jus' the bed though, got a much nicer spot all settled in that I use for proper sleepin'."
Finishing tugging on her shoes she rose up, leaning on her cane. "Alrigh'. Let's go get back on the Paragon. Been way too long off her if ya ask me. God what I wouldn't do to jus' screw Soline an' fly out of here with her." The girl's eyes unfocus as she drifts off briefly in thought. "Welp. Nothin' doin' yet. Lead the way an' lets get this goin' yeah? Sooner it's done the sooner we're back up in space like we belong!"
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 2, 2015 21:28:05 GMT -5
With Cate finally in tow, Silas took the lead out the door, beelining for the Paragon, which was hopefully in a hanger not too far from the hotel. "So besides blather and sleight of hand, any skills we should know about, or worry about, while you're with us, Argon?" Best get to know who could do what when out in the field. "And you ever held a gun before, Ash? You look like the type who knows their way around a firearm or scattergun."
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Post by Argon on Apr 3, 2015 3:46:26 GMT -5
"Oh I did misunderstand, terribly sorry" Argon replied apologetically. He glanced up at the loomer "So gearhead to the engine room and me to the crew quarters. It's all settled."
Argon nimbly ducked around Ash and walked briskly towards what he assumed was the hanger. He replied to Si "I'm not much for combat. Being a half the weight of a human doesn't help much, but I can defend myself with a pistol or some such. Really, my skills are better suited to avoiding combat all-together. I'm a negotiator, a lover, not a fighter. As far as worries, you needn't have any. I'm properly chastised at the moment and don't want to make Soline angrier at me than she already is. I'll help you acquire whatever she needs and along the way perhaps find something I can create on my own to turn a profit. Always better to make something of beauty rather than take it from someone else."
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 3, 2015 13:31:10 GMT -5
Ash snorts softly, following closely, both datapads tucked securely under his coat. "I've got a pistol, three knives, a multitool and a blowtorch just on me at the moment. Is that answer enough?"
He seems to know his way about, at least a smidge. He's obviously working here for a bit. "You don't run on Ferrum long without knowing how to fight. I'll keep you covered as long as Soline says I'm with you. Maybe longer, if you get me to like you." He gives a slight smile and a nod.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 3, 2015 14:19:48 GMT -5
Silas nodded to herself, seemingly satisfied with their answers. "Well, if things go smoothly, hopefully we won't need my skills. I'm the muscle, if the muscle means keeping Cate safe from fire by firing back at people. I was originally hired on to handle the field work, but now there's enough of us where I don't feel like I need to micro-manage everything," she shrugged. In her mind she was still as much of the boss as she could be without being officially titled captain, but she felt confident in her new companions.
"Otherwise I've got a head full of Narid trade secrets. Xeno specialist, mostly Narid and some Adimar. Aether though . . . I could learn a thing or two from you, gasbag."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 3, 2015 19:14:50 GMT -5
"I fly the ship." Cate responded, starting off simply before turning a grin. "Best damn pilot you'll find too. I do it all manual too- no need for AI when you've got Baxter skills on your side. Otherwise ya got my pretty face, my wonderful people skills an' I do know which way to point a gun to make the bad guys go down."
At that point Cate tapped her cane in quick succession. "I got meds that I didn't grab on the ship for when I need to actually do field work. Help with the pain an' all, but it's not perfect. They tend to wear off an' then I'm no good for anything. So when a job goes right, I'm probably stayin' on the ship while you three handle the ground stuff. It ain't that bad though. Paragon's got plenty o' sensors and stuff I know how to use in order to give good backup an' support."
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Post by Soline on Apr 3, 2015 19:19:30 GMT -5
It was a few twists and turns before the group reached the hangar that currently housed the Paragon. It was likely Ash helped to lead the way as both Silas and Cate had been rushed out and placed into house arrest without much time to figure out where they were. Either way though, they made it and the Paragon sat good as new. Sleek, quiet and silvery, she was a piece of serenity in the bustle of the hangar.
One member peeled away as the group approached, holding them up before lifting a scanner. It quickly scanned the four faces, a green light blinking each time. "You're all clear to be here. Repairs aren't quite done though so get your things and stay out of our way. And don't think about trying to take the ship. She's not all put together yet. Likely to fall to pieces before you get out of atmosphere." The crewman spoke fast, not interested in giving anyone time to get a word in until he was done with his own speech.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 3, 2015 20:59:34 GMT -5
Silas wasn't interested in arguing or in speeches either, so that made two of them. "You heard the man, get in and get out, no stepping on toes," she said, strolling for the loading ramp. "We'll give you both the tour later, but for now Cate and I need to get our gear. You want to pop a pill for today's adventure, flygirl?" she suggested, looking over her shoulder at Cate as she walked up the ramp.
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Post by Argon on Apr 4, 2015 3:39:31 GMT -5
Argon glanced sidewise at his companions "Wait, why are none of you surprised when the mechanic says this ship will fall apart in the atmosphere? Isn't that cause for... concern?" He wondered where he might obtain a parachute or some sort of safety device...
He looked up at Ash "Please tell me you can do a checkup or something on the ship before it takes off. I trust you more than these mechanics." He didn't add that the reason he trusted Ash was that if anything went wrong and the engine exploded Ash would be the one sleeping next to it.
Trying to soothe his nerves, he walked up next to Si as she entered the ship. "I would be happy to share with you some facets of my culture, and I hope you'll feel free to do the same with me. Human or Narid, either is of great interest to an artist such as myself."
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 4, 2015 14:59:17 GMT -5
Ash snorts softly, smirking at Argon. "Of course I'll be doing a check-up. Have to get used to the ship, you know? It'll also let me find anything a crack team of mechanics might have missed." His tone for the last bit is sarcastic, and he'd nod at the tech before he walked off.
He follows the others into the ship, mostly just taking it in.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 5, 2015 16:42:17 GMT -5
"Mostly cos the engine was on fire when we landed. So it's probably not done yet. Don't worry, no way the ship'll break on my watch." She failed to acknowledge that landing a ship with a burning engine counted as the ship breaking on her. "Anyways, here we are!" She swept her arm ahead as they entered up the ramp of the ship.
Immediately to their left was the bustle of engineers working their way through the final stages of the repairs. Cate opted to lead the group to the right, past several doors and into the main room of the ship. "That's the crews quarters, an' over there's medical bay." She pointed to the various doors in the hall as they went, "An' that's the bathroom."
The main room itself was furnished with a small kitchen on one wall, a table off in the center, several chairs and a couch. There was another door that looped back toward another room that Cate said was the briefing room. From their she continued toward the nose of the ship, it was only a thin hallway here. One door was the off to the side and she rather pointedly mentioned that was Silas' room.
Finally they got to the cockpit. It was not the pristine, top of the line, beauty that the rest of the ship had been. It looked more like the dorm room of a lazy college student and an eight year old girl. Cate had clearly staked her claim here, there was a pile of laundry in one corner, a mini-fridge up by the controls and stuffed animals scattered across just about every surface. "Home sweet home." She declared with a grin before deflating a bit. "Shame we're not stayin' long."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 5, 2015 20:33:57 GMT -5
Silas let Cate do the touring, heading towards her room with haste. She felt naked without a gun at her side, and she also felt the need to change the bandages on her arm, which would mean a quick change of clothes, then a trip to the medbay before they went out. "We'll meet at the bottom of the ramp when we're all ready," she said, less asking and more ordering, just as she sealed herself in her room. With the door shut behind her, Silas nearly collapsed onto the floor, her back pressed against the door and her butt making contact as she slid down it, letting out an exhausted sigh and a slight cringe as she shifted her arm in its sling. Now was not the time for complaining, however. They wouldn't be allowed on the ship for much longer, so it was high time to get changed into something decent. After picking out a set of clothes and dressing herself from the waist down, she carried the rest over to the medbay under the crook of her good arm, then went about to changing her bandages. It wasn't a particularly fun task, and underneath the pus stained wrappings was a nasty wound that demanded proper medical attention, but all Silas had on hand were some antibiotics and a spray to keep it from getting infected, which would have to do for now. Arm treated, she went about further dressing herself. In the end she wore a pair of brown and black boots, with grey knee-guards for support, black pants with a red trim along the sides, and two gun holsters on each thigh. A tan button up shirt, with a sleeveless black and red vest over that, and a protective sleeve and glove over her injured arm, allowing her to move without the sling, but it was still a pair weapon arm. Once dressed for the field, and equipped with her twin Cold Model 3,070 Hydra V pistols ( Shake & Bake), she left for the ramp, where the others would likely be waiting for her, since she probably took the longest in getting ready to go.
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Post by Argon on Apr 6, 2015 9:53:26 GMT -5
After finishing the tour Argon walked back to the main crew quarters. It was spartan, but certainly beat living in a cell or a hovel - assuming his quarters didn't disintegrate in the atmosphere that is. Still, despite the apparent mishap while landing, the pilot seemed confident, as did the new engineer. The other one was injured, but it seemed she didn't have a role in actually flying the ship. Argon felt he might be able to eat a bit. How hard could this job be? He had help, which was rare, and schmoozing nobility was easy.
He'd have to do something about his current poverty. He looked around him - a spare blanket and pillow, some writing utensils and scrap paper, the handcuffs he had been brought to the group in... This wouldn't do. There was still time before repairs were completed on the ship. He would venture out and see what he could come up with. He wasn't a common Thief - he'd start with the tools available to him. A few choice portraits for change, then a little bartering... A few shady deals... He could outfit himself with the bare necessities by the time the ship took off, he was sure.
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 6, 2015 10:04:01 GMT -5
Ash nodded like an obedient tourist; he's already at least glanced at everything except the cockpit in his time working on the ship already, so it's not too new.
Once he's seen the cockpit, he smiles. "It looks like you spend a lot of time up here, little lady. I've a feeling that we'll get on well if I can get away with this in the engine room - sans teddy bears, of course." He smirks, before heading for the ramp. He knows what he needs to now.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 7, 2015 17:40:34 GMT -5
"Less I need to move around the better for me." Cate replied to Ash, digging around on the console and pulling out a small thing of pills. Her pain medication presumably. She seemed almost content to just do with that, then remembered that she was actually on field work for once. Quickly ushering the boy and... gas... thing out of her place of living she went about the process of making herself presentable.
Or at least what passed for presentable to Cate. Truth be told it wasn't much of an upgrade from what she'd first been in. Her pajamas were traded for some loose sweats, a hoodie was pulled on over her shirt, and a pistol was added to her hip. She wasn't dressed to impress by any means, for Cate comfort always came first. It wasn't something she got a lot of on the field with her leg.
With a pill popped she left her cane behind and joined Silas, Ash and possibly Argon down on the ramp.
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