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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 7, 2014 3:32:24 GMT -5
With no sign of Finch onboard, Finn had gone down to start tinkering in the engine room. As such, the page interrupted him just as he began, and he made his way up with part of the engine in one hand, and a tool kit in the other. He listened as he worked, and with the briefing complete, he chuckled.
"Very amusin', Dom!" Finn called over to her, waggling a esoteric looking device that was either a advanced micro-manipulator, or a regular screwdriver, in the dark skinned woman's direction. "Bu' even tha' sor' of bad humor isn' gonnae get me down. We're goin' to a untouched ruin! Think of wha' we'll fin' there!"
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 7, 2014 4:57:34 GMT -5
Silas shifted from the cockpit to the briefing room, her pace leisurely and more or less disinterested. She shrugged Dom's way before the hologram had appeared, and when it did, she did a bad job at hiding her frustration. Dominica may have shared her opinions on Finch not being around, not now or ever again it seemed, but at least she kept tight-lipped about it. Silas tried to, but by the time the Finch-lady was done, Silas tilted her head and raised her hand.
"Whoa now, I'm all for jobs and pretty french ladies, but . . . you're leaving? Is no one else bothered by this? I guess I'll be the only one to miss you, Cap-- . . . boss," she half-joked. Half, because she really wasn't having the best of days today. Frustrations abound, it seemed.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 7, 2014 9:54:01 GMT -5
Cate was just settling back into being home when Finch's voice ruined everything. Pushing out of her seat with a groan, she slowly made her way back to the briefing room before taking one of the chairs and listening to Finch's debrief.
The news that Finch wasn't returning hit her pretty hard, and the girl's usually high spirits quickly dropped. Still she kept quiet, half-listening to the rest of the debriefing as she digested the news. Once the former captain finished she was quick to join the clamor of voices. "No Silas, ya ain't. What do ya mean ya ain't comin' back boss-lady? You're the captain! How do we fly without ya?"
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Post by Augusta Finch on Jun 7, 2014 11:13:02 GMT -5
Finch waited a moment for the reactions to die down, her face largely impassive though a slight crinkle around the eyes would show that she too was sad to be gone. “You will all do fine, you're a fine crew and I wouldn't ask this if I didn't trust you. I can say this Keani, our employer will not betray your morals as Anders did, though I'm sure you also understand that what you are being asked to do is not precisely legal.”
She paused a moment to make sure that sank in, “Angélique is a trained diplomat, she will be helping you as much as our employer. She should be on her way to the Paragon now. I'm sure you can ask her about her exact skills soon enough. If you have questions, now is the time. Once you are out there, you will be out of settled space. You won't be able to reach me again until you return.”
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 7, 2014 13:39:10 GMT -5
"Well yeah, you're asking us to go into an Adimar ruin that hasn't been tapped by the Narid yet. Don't they get angry and torture or kill you to death for transgressions like that?" Keani slumped in her chair, spinning slightly while she looked to the others gathered in the briefing room. "And no, you're not the only ones missing the Captain. I want Finch to be here with us much as you... but if she thinks we've got what it takes to do this, well... she's never steered us wrong before."
Keani leaned forward, her elbows braced against the tabletop. "This ship's my home, and I don't have another one. I'll go wherever she flies, and if Finch says we'll do this?" She shrugged, looking back to the holoscreen. "Like I said, she hasn't steered us wrong yet."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 7, 2014 14:03:49 GMT -5
Silas ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "This is breaking . . . so many laws, which normally I would be game for, but we're breaking the treaty. The Narid . . . don't torture people, but the vacuum of space is pretty friendly compared to living the rest of your life as a slave for breaking their laws," she explained, true fear in her tone. Maybe Silas' relationship with the Narid wasn't so nice, after all?
"Of course we're going to do the job, though. No questions about it. It's just . . . I'm worried about the dangers of it," she muttered, slumping back against the far wall.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 7, 2014 14:42:20 GMT -5
"I think you two are focusin' in on the wrong point here. We're goin' outside of settled space! Really out where no one's been! Think about it. We're gonna be the first ones on that planet! How many people do ya think get to say they done that?" Cate pushed on the smile, putting a turn back toward the positive.
"Besides." She leaned forward with a grin, "Ya both are makin' it sound like there's gonna be Narid there to catch us in the first place. Way boss-lady's makin' it sound. It's just us, an' an empty ruin full of all sorts of fancy things that I'm sure a bunch of you eggheads would love to see."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 7, 2014 16:17:22 GMT -5
"Aye, Cate's righ'." Finn says, setting down his tool and engine piece. He stands up, hands on the table as he looks at the monitor. "I am sad t'see y'go, Finch. Me an' Cate couldn' have asked for a better employer for our ol' girl here these last couple years. An' you're givin' us the chance of a lifetime on your way ou', so there's somethin' else t'thank y'for. We'll ge' this done."
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 7, 2014 21:34:20 GMT -5
The heavy doors slid closed behind her, as she boarded the ship. Walking forward, a measured tapping of chrome to metal floor plates as a pair of obsidian toned suede shoes, lifted with sculpted metallic heels, carried her. Wine dupioni was hemmed above her knee, hugging her hips and carrying snugly up to a sweet heart neckline. Black leather pulled from under her breast bone, crossing her sternum, and continuing into straps to finish the piece off. Removing a polar toned over coat, she draped it over an arm.
Turning into the next room, blonde curls halted their bouncing as she did as well, frosty blue eyes taking in the surroundings.
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Post by Dominica Garza on Jun 7, 2014 23:03:07 GMT -5
"I'm excited to see what's out there too. Maybe there'll be some things we can keep for ourselves too if we're lucky. Sorry you're not comin with us, Cap. But I know how it goes." Dom's head turned toward the door to the briefing room as she heard the door to the outside shut. Her hand instinctively went to her sidearm before she relaxed. "Sounds like our new friend is here."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Jun 8, 2014 13:04:11 GMT -5
Silas was less jumpy than Dom, but still quick to tense up and look at the entryway, prepared for the worst as her mood had dictated. Her worries and frustrations melted away at the sight of this new beauty, and she found herself a bit too stunned to work out her usual wit. So there she stood, close enough to the wall that she could have leaned against it, but not quite and standing on the backs of her heels awkwardly, caught somewhere between relaxing and at attention, all without saying a single word.
Just blinking and smiling.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Jun 8, 2014 17:39:52 GMT -5
Cate blinked as she followed the direction Dom and Silas were looking. Then she blinked again as she stared at the newcomer. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her zipped up hoodie as she regarded Angélique. "...You sure she's supposed to be with us boss-lady?" She asked of Finch, eyes still on the blonde as a small grin spread across her face. "Looks more ready for a ball than diggin' around in the dirt of some unknown world."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Jun 8, 2014 20:00:46 GMT -5
"Well, I'm excited at the thought of going somewhere unexplored, but if Narid get their beady little pinchers on us..." Keani shrugged and leaned back in her chair, glancing around the table. "I mean, I'm all for it. Just the consequences if..." When the doors opened and the blonde thing walked in, she was left blinking at Angélique's appearance. Cate's comment gets a sympathetic nod from the counselor. "She seems like the society jetset type instead of crawling over space rocks with us."
Keani sat back up, her fingers toying almost nervously with the cuffs of her sleeves. Did they suddenly not fit the more upscale atmo Angélique brought? "Welcome aboard, Miss... Bellerose?"
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Jun 8, 2014 20:16:14 GMT -5
Finn looked over as the door opened, and a brow raised in surprise at the woman who entered. He looked to Cate, nodding in silent agreement with her assessment, before looking to Bellerose. "Welcome aboar', miss." he calls from his seat, grinning at her. "Hope y' enjoy your time on'er."
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Post by Angélique Bellerose on Jun 8, 2014 21:33:28 GMT -5
Angélique looked between each of the gathered people with a mixture of excitement and the nervousness boiling inside her that she cleverly hid. "I brought other items to wear, they are being loaded as we speak. I am not afraid to be covered in dirt, though I fully understand your apprehension, and would feel the same in your position."
The woman smiled warmly, as she crossed the room towards the group, and her new crew mates. "Yes, Angélique is fine. I don't mind it shortened to whichever you would like to call me by. I understand that it comes across as stiff and pretentious, but names are more a reflection of who choses it, not who it's chosen for."
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