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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on May 25, 2014 14:23:06 GMT -5
Keani picks up her cup, finishing the last of the green drink before slipping out of the booth. "I think we should come back here next time we hit Ferrum. It's a nice little place." She sets the cup on the table, glancing to the others before starting toward the door.
"You okay?" she asks Silas, looking over the tech. "I know we're all in the lurch after Finch, but you look like you want to hop, skip and jump back to the Paragon."
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Post by Cate Baxter on May 28, 2014 9:42:23 GMT -5
Cate pushes to her feet with a small groan. "Well. Day's wastin' and I'd like to be back in my room 'fore these meds wear off. Rather not be stuck in the middle o' the Walks without my cane or my meds if it's all the same to you ladies." She gives a grin as if it were all a joke before making her way out the door with the slightest limp.
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Post by Dominica Garza on May 30, 2014 22:03:54 GMT -5
Dom headed out the door and towards the bazaar. A quick detour on the way back to find what she was looking for. A bright green and orange vending machine with flashing lights all over it. She licked her lips and put her credit into it. She tapped the buttons with a grin on her face. "Tacastos are Tatasty!" The machine shouted gleefully. The machine dispenesed several large bags of chips and she scooped them up and headed back to the ship.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 1, 2014 14:38:33 GMT -5
Standing upright, Finn quickly signed off on the bill and scanned his card, then hurried out to follow his friends. Adjusting his jacket's collar, he nodded to them and began making his way towards the Paragon, lifting his slate and starting to tap his fingers over the screen. "C'mon, beaches. C'mon beaches." he mumbled to himself as he moved, as if making it a mantra would equate making it a reality.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 1, 2014 14:49:32 GMT -5
Silas shrugged absently at Keani's questioning. "It's just been an interesting day, I guess. I'll be glad to have more money to pad my pockets, so the sooner we burn sky the better." Her attention shifted over to Cate as the four of them exited after Dominica. "If your leg starts to bum up, I'll carry you," she snickered, patting the girl on the back as they walked.
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Post by The Tired God on Jun 1, 2014 14:51:35 GMT -5
The trip to the Paragon was rather speedy, considering where they were. Not at all far from the elevators, and from there it was just a straight shot up back to the landing pad. They had to pass port security, scanned for any stolen goods and asked to fill out a few surveys, but after everything was said and done, there they were, standing before the Paragon.
Finch wasn't at the boarding ramp to greet them. Must be in the ship, then.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 1, 2014 16:44:53 GMT -5
"Well thank you Silas for savin' my poor pride." Cate rolled her eyes, before following the others through the Argent Walks and back to the hangar where the Paragon sat. "Home sweet home." The young pilot smiled as she made her way up the ramp.
"Hey Captain! We're home~." She called out in a sing-song voice as she made her way toward the cockpit. Her leg was telling her that it was starting to be time to return to her comfort zone, Finch would call her out when she was needed.
There wasn't any response to Cate's call, and her room behind the cockpit was sealed tight. Perhaps she was still in the back-half of the ship?
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 4, 2014 12:41:06 GMT -5
Dom wandered up the ramp with her armload of bags. One of them had been opened and she was munching on the chips inside happily. Her face was flushed from the artificial spices in them but that's how she liked it. "Hey! I'm on board!" She shouted out to whoever might listen and then wandered back to the crew quarters to store the rest of her spicy treats.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 4, 2014 21:37:44 GMT -5
Finn boarded the ship with the others, connecting his slate to the ship's system's to check them over. Not that he expected anything to be differant, what with the ship being in docking mode while they were gone. Just a habbit and a chance to catch any early problems before they grew.
"Oy, Finch, where're you?" he calls without looking up.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 5, 2014 15:09:43 GMT -5
Keani headed up the ramp after the others, arms stretched overhead as she tried to hold back a yawn. "No word from the Captain yet? She's sure taking her time with a vacation from the likes of us." She made her way down past the lounge, slipping into the galley and giving the shelves a wary look. "I need to stock up on more saffron and garlic next time."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 5, 2014 15:47:50 GMT -5
Silas was the last to enter, having stayed a little behind by the time they made it to the hanger. She started chatting up a tall, lanky looking Narid, speaking in clicks and high-pitched hums, as if she was a native speaker and possessed some sort of modified vocal cords. Nope. Just a lot of practice.
By the time she stepped on the ship, everyone was mostly settled into their usual places, so she did what she did best. Wander. She started for the cockpit, figuring that's where people might start meeting, given how Cate wasn't about to walk anywhere. As she poked her head in, she took a quick glance at everything. "Oh. She's not up here," she muttered, then looked over her shoulder in the general direction of the briefing room.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 6, 2014 12:38:41 GMT -5
Dom wiped her messy fingers off on a towel and stepped out of the crew quarters. She raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw Silas wandering about. "Cap not here yet?" She plopped down onto her usual chair in the briefing room and put her feet on the table.
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Post by Augusta Finch on Jun 6, 2014 23:01:41 GMT -5
As the crew settled into place on the ship, a call went out over the intercoms to meet in the briefing room. It sounded like Finch, despite no one having seen her yet.
Once everyone had made it to the briefing room, the view-screen lit up with an image of Augusta. “Hello everyone.” She began. “Firstly I would like to apologize for my departure. I know that it was abrupt and poorly timed. What comes next is not easy for me to say either, but I will not be returning to the Paragon. However, do not think I would leave you without a gift for our time together. I have a job for you, one that if done right, will pay better than any job we undertook before.”
Finch paused, giving that time to sink in before she continued. “You will all be taking the Paragon out to planet DF 37b. You will find the coordinates already loaded onto the ship. Needless to say, this planet is outside of settled space, so once you are out there you will be alone out there. Once you reach the planet, you are to find and enter a set of Adimar ruins on the surface. These ruins are untouched, by us or by the Narid. What you are going to be retrieving, is this.”
The image of Finch faded off the view-screen, replaced with an image of what at first looked to be amber. A closer inspection showed that it was a bit too light in color, almost like a transparent gold. “You are to collect as much of this material as you are able to, and return it to the Chimaera system where you will be making contact with an agent of our employer on New Lycia.
“There is... one other thing. Despite me personally vouching for the quality of work of this crew, our employer has insisted that with my absence, one of their own be present to make sure things run smoothly. Her name is Angélique Marie Bellerose, a bright young diplomat from the Aureus Heights. I hope that you all see that she feels welcome on board the Paragon for the duration of her stay.”
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 7, 2014 3:08:04 GMT -5
Keani busied herself straightening up the galley, making sure the supplies were in place and ready to go for the next meal. As the intercomm buzzed to life, she stared up at the panel while Finch's dulcet tones wafted through the galley. Once the comm finished, she slipped out the door and made her way to the briefing room.
Slipping into a chair, the counselor waited for Finch to explain the details of the next job. "So," she started, once the voice finished from the comm, "how exactly is this representative going to be working with the crew? I'm not too worried about how much we're getting paid, but our last employer left me a little... spooked. Do we know if this one is on the level?"
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 7, 2014 3:12:41 GMT -5
Dom relaxed in her chair. A little bit of a frown crossed her face when Finch said she wasn't coming back but she mostly kept a straight face. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I doubt Finn will even end up with a hole in his stomach this time." A little smirk crossed her lips.
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