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The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena
Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,510 Views)
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Africa cocked her head a little bit to look when the Doc mentioned balls falling. Then stood back up straight with a little smile. Despite being raised by what many would consider very conservative religious values; her people had no shame of the human body. It was a glorious thing; a gift from god.

He was a handsome man, more so now that color had returned to what had been a weakened limp and pale state. Monte Furlong seemed now, more flushed with life.

Africa smiled a bit more and turned away, a bit flushed now herself. She looked over those that had appeared in the bar. She had heard them gather but paid little attention until now.

Doctor Irons seemed about to reveal something, but Monte was off on his own tangent.

What?

"The Ghosts of Exodus? Is that the same as the Lost Ship Stories. I've heard of those." She seemed excited to hear more. But... she turned to Silvia, it might be important to know if they were infected with some sort of flesh eating disease.
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Ambling into the spacer bar, Carrie blew a breath out and made her way to the bar. It seemed like all hell had broken loose in the Verse and she'd picked the wrong place at the wrong time to go looking for work. Anyone could pull up her file and see she'd just come off a job, but folk were jumpy what with all the exploding and crashing ships. Not that she didn't blame them. It wasn't normal for so many ships to crash or blow up in one small locale without it being a war or terrorists.

Whatever the cause, and she really didn't feel up to sticking her nose into it, she was stuck on the station for now. And still looking for the next ship engine to take under her care. Reaching the bar, she climbed up on one of the stools and noted the bar keep seemed a little distracted with shooing someone out of the bar. Waiting her turn, she laid hands on the bar, the fingers and nails perpetually grease stained down to mid finger and mostly clean between there and wrist, and took a gander around.

Nothing much that looks promising here 'cept a drink...
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Blaine was asked to get food, Blaine hadn't really had a handshake agreement on being on the ship, and whilst laying in his room, had decided that maybe going back to the ship that he had originally been on wasn't the best idea, new name or not. Blaine picked up his things, and didn't bother with the food, the Kidd was ordering him about, and Blaine didn't much appreciate it to be honest. The Kidd was exactly that, a Kidd, and Blaine weren't about to be taking orders from him.

Blaine had started to walk away when he heard an explosion, turning back around, he saw the Russian Lady up in flames, well not really flames, but in the air, and not in the nice way, in the "you just got blown up" way. Blaine shook his head, feeling sorry for the Kidd, and just carried on walking.

Blaine made his way back to the bar, the only real place that had people in it for some reason, leaving his stuff at the door again, he sat back at the place he had first been, taking out his PDA he started, once again, looking for a way off the space station...
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TK glanced down at the PDA in his hand and sighed. Doc must have left the building, now it was just Bruno. He looked up and around the bar, sure enough, there stood an incognito looking bartender. He nodded across to the man and rose to his feet. "C'mon..." he muttered under his breath to Slade.

Travis moved down the length of the bar slowly, casually eyeing up the various drinks on offer, before arriving infront of Bruno. "Howdy." he stated simply, taking a step forward and leaning on the bar. He risked a quick look sideways, checking that nobody close by was watching too intently, just to be safe he dropped his voice a little.

"We're looking for some hunting licenses, heard the Verbena game was something to see." Travis asked, with a smile.
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Silvia turned to Africa and Monte while in a corner of the locked down bar and smiled, Well if everything I've seen is correct, he might be infected with the Ariel Virus that struck. she points at Monte and then looks at Ariel, However with no symptoms and none of the rest of us are getting sick, she says this last part loud enough that even Bruno at the bar can hear her state this, which means what class? she asks the bar in general seeing if anyone else would catch what's going on.
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Eli took note of the barkeep departing, fussing over some other folk. He gave a sigh, looking around the open room, counting the pairs of eyes which weren't] on him. With all the other distractions around, the Captain-without-a-crew shrugged, extinguished his cigarette in a puddle of liquid on the bartop, and then reached over behind the wooden bench top to produce a bottle of something that looked a fair bit like whiskey. Making the assumption no one had noticed, Eli dropped a few crumpled notes on the bar top and leaned back over, grabbing a glass.

As he started to uncap his quarry, Elijah's eyes caught sight of another new face a little way down the bar, waiting patiently to be served by someone who was absent. He looked the woman over, noting her clothes and the grease stained fingers, and gave himself a quaint nod before filling the glass up, giving a quick whistle, and sent the drink sliding down the bar in the woman's direction.

The glass had barely left his hands when he reached over the bar to grab a second glass, filling himself a modest dose of the liquor, and left a few more crumpled notes atop the bench top before moving his way down towards the newcomer, bottle in one hand and glass in the other.

"Self service is the new bar service, I hear." He nodded, setting down the bottle between them. "Sorry, I didn't catch your preference, but no doubt some dirty whiskey will suffice?"
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A sharp whistle preceded the sound of a glass sliding across the bar. There were mere seconds for Carrie to turn her head, spot the glass and lift her arms enough to catch the glass between fingers. The stop wasn't abrupt, a cushioning continuation of the slide combined with a lift to prevent any of the liquid from spilling, save but a trickle. With the glass now lifted, she raised it a little higher in silent thanks to the man headed her way.

"Whiskey'll do." She turned a tiny bit on the stool, giving him a quick glance over as a lopsided smile started in one corner of her mouth. "Least til I can get outta here. Been a little rough finding a ride."

Lifting the glass to her lips, she threw back the shot, swallowed slow and let the burn work it's way down. The glass was plunked down and Carrie's eyes went back to the provider of her drink.
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"Then whiskey it is." Eli raised the glass in his hand as he took up a seat beside her, readying himself for some pleasantries. Instead, though, he hesitated in bringing the thing to his lips, watching her accept and down the drink without a moments rest. Eli just smiled.

"Easy. We're only getting started." He was already dizzy from the last few days of drinking he'd endured. What would one more hurt? He smiled again, shaking his head slightly, and downed his drink while refilling the empty glass that his new drinking buddy had left behind. The taste was almost non-existent now, his taste buds abused and numb from the past few days, but the heat that the liquor sent down his body was more than welcomed.

"Something told me you were here lookin' for a ride. Good guess, hey? Where's a lady such as yerself headed, if it ain't too bold to ask?"
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"Easy. We're only getting started."
Carrie's lopsided grin came to full fruition and was accompanied by a short laugh. "That 'dirty whiskey' of yours ain't got nothin on a properly brewed engine shine." Shaking her head, she glanced down at the second he'd poured her and then dropped her fingers to the rim to lift it. This time, she looked at the liquid. It definitely wasn't the stronger, top shelf variety, but it would suffice.

Her grin shifted a little, faltering a bit at being called a lady, and turning more towards a look of questioning. It wasn't the first time she'd been called that, but generally it wasn't a conversation that lead much of anywhere. "Ain't always about where, is it? Sometimes it's just about the ride."

While not a direct answer, it was a truth of sorts. Carrie had never been one to worry about where the ride was headed so much as she saw to fine tuning her skills and enjoying the ride. That wasn't to say all the travels had been happy or even fun, but there had been lessons in every trip.
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That made Eli laughed as he poured himself a second shot. The last, he promised. It was the kind of promise he'd made before, the kind he never kept. But old habits die hard.

"'Sometimes it's just about the ride.' Heh, I like that." He wagged a drunken finger at the woman as if he had caught on to some cheeky game she was playing, then turned his attention to the nearest door. Beyond, the outer ring showed signs of chaos, people running back and forth. Lockdown. Quarantine. Ships exploding. What else could go wrong?

"Seems we're the only two here who ain't climbing over one another to get out of this rut. First time in a quarantine like this?" The second glass of booze sat quiet in his hand, Eli staring it down as if engaged in some mental combat against it. After a few moments he sighed, raising it to his lips again. He ignored his own question, though, half small talk and half drunk musings. He turned back to the woman.

"If you're not too fussed on where, how about the 'what'? You got coin for a trip? Going on a holiday? Or is it employment you're after? What tickles your fancy, pretty girl like you, hey?"
The whiskey was talking, that and all it's friends from the past few hours. He poured a third drink, promise broken and already forgotten.
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Monte watched the couple at the bar before answering the doctor. "Options would include..." he counted off on his fingers, "I'm not infected. I'm infected, but its a non infectious mutation of the virus. I'm a carrier, but the incubation time is longer than expected. " he smiled slyly and looked purposefully at her. "Isn't that about it?"
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now

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She looked at Monte with a nod, More or less yes. Since you are infected, at least according to the records, you are a carrier, but that would me EVERYONE here would have started to show symptoms and probably start dying in here. she raises her voice when talking about people dying in the bar but quiets back down as she continues, If what I'm seeing is correct here, then you're not just infected but rejecting it. I think you're producing antibodies which would be used for a vaccine or even a cure... however I'm waiting for the results of the blood work from the guys on the other side of the barriers. She looks over at the doors as if waiting for a sign from the medics on the other side.
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Slade almost got knocked down from an explosion, but time on the now dead Alliance ship had been enough for him to get his space legs back again. He rocked side to side until the floor decided to remain still once more, and then he saw debris drifting by out of a window. He was trying to figure out just what had happened, when he clued into the fact his partner as talking to him again. He nodded at the request, and followed TK down the length of the bar. He would have insisted on doing the talking, but then he'd done his part by just getting them to the station to begin with. Besides, this seemed more the other's element anyway. Jackson's guise as a Shepard might fool those here, but then again it might work agaist the pair as Devil Tongue figured none here was really in search of spiritual enlightenment. To that end, the ex-pirate decided to let the other handle things here.
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Before answering, Carrie opted to finish lifting her glass to her lips and taking in the liquid fire, this time in two long sips. As the last swallow went down, she contemplated her answer. The guy was soused, that was clear. And he was still going, even after warning her to slow down. She held onto the glass, to prevent another refill for the time being.

Instead, keeping it in hand, she propped her chin up on the back of her hand and looked over at her company. "Girl like me... well, I'm lookin for an engine to keep runnin." Looking down at her free hand, she lifted it and showed the greased up fingers. "Girl like me's been wrenchin most of her life and gets bored sittin around in a quarantine like this. Not the first one I've sat through, but that doesn't mean it doesn't bore me. And me leaving the last ship was cause she was sold to a new cap with a preferred mechanic."

Her shoulders, bare due to her usual, somewhat stained tank top, lifted and dropped in a non-committal shrug. She really wasn't too worried about finding work, it was just a matter of time before a job turned up.
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"Well then, quite the comprehensive tale you have there missy." He slurred a little this time, downing a third shot before letting his glass topple over sideways on the bar. Enough now. For an instant, as the dull vibration of the glass hitting the wood jammed its way into his skull, Eli's thoughts went back to home. Sarani. The boys. The sound of shattering china as he'd thrown the table on its side.

Everything was a blur.

"So you've got engine hands and a gift in usin' 'em?" You're not supposed to be here. He shook his head slightly at the thought, staring across the room, trying to focus on the two arguing by the door. A doctor, he assumed. Or something. You're meant to be home. He blinked hard this time, trying to keep focus.

"Well, as it just so happens, I'm here on business myself." He gave a confident nod at that, eyebrows raised, as if to convince the woman that he wasn't lying. It was just an argument - you shouldn't have left.

"There's a beauty of a ship sitting out there, opposite side o' the station to the explosions I might add. Name's the Grey Reyne. And here's her captain." He gave a wide smile, the two thumbs up he gave himself knocking over the bottle of whiskey. It hit the floor with a loud smash, shattering all around the pair. He looked down to it, smile dropping, a few full seconds after the smash.

"Oh..." You shouldn't be here.
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Anyone looking out the heavy glass windows which wrapped around the entire bar to the ceiling would see a convoy of Alliance vessels approaching Verbena. They were like a swarm of locusts devouring the orbit of the lush green planet. Alliance Airtanks buzzed by the Baroness as the bar rattled slightly. They were escorting multiple Frigates, Cruisers and Warships. A small vessel broke away from the convoy and hovered around the Baroness. On it's hull was a symbol which identified it as an Alliance Medical Class Frigate. The medical ship slowly began docking procedures and connected to the outer ring.

Within moments, a dozen men in HAZMAT suits and oxygen masks poured out of the ship and began searching the space station. Eventually they made there way to the bar and began interviewing people. Their investigation led them to Monte and they were able to receive a full debrief from Doctor Irons. They then escorted Monte to the infirmary for a complete evaluation and to test the blood sample.

Bruno nodded to TK as he coined the instructed phrase. "Ok. Mr. Hollows has been expecting you. Please follow me."

Bruno signaled to Silvia to follow him as well as they made there way to a side door towards the back of the bar. Inside was a spiral staircase which led to a heavy steel door. Bruno knocked twice as the door opened to a dimly lit room. Two goon like men in suits exited and ran a scanner over TK, Slade and Silvia for any weapons. Any weapons detected would have been ordered to be placed in a lock box. The goons then let them into the room. The room gave off a cool, calming feeling as candles flickered in the darkness, providing a feeling of serenity. There was blue silk covering the walls and rich carpeting lining the tiles on the floor. Towards the back of the room was an expensive desk and oversized throne like chair. A suited figure sat in the chair, his face shrouded in darkness. The embers of his cigarette provided little light to his stone like features.

The goons escorted the three of them towards the middle of the room and stood behind them.

"Welcome. My name is Lucian Hollows. I was the one who hired the two of you for the last job." He gestured to TK and Slade. "You completed the job well. It was not expected for the Alliance to intefere as they did. But it all worked all in the end. 25,000 credits have been transferred to your accounts."

The cigarette lit up again as he took another puff. "This job will require the three of you as each of you bring different skills that are necessary for this task."

"Upon completion of this job, You each will receive 100,000 credits to your account. This job will be dangerous and has a high failure rate. If you are not interested, now is the time to walk away."

"Shall we continue?"

He waited for their responses.
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Eli held on for dear life as the space station shook from side to side. Without, he could briefly glimpse the huge mass of ships traveling by the stations, and his head started to spin at the thought of it all. When the movements had finished, his knuckles white, the man released his grasp on the bar and stared from the windows back to his new drinking buddy.

"Was that... what was... what was that?" His stomach clenched, though in his drunken state he couldn't figure out why. He started to feel ill, staring at the woman helplessly like a child who failed to comprehend the stars in the sky.
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Carrie couldn't help but look up as the bar was buzzed by a couple of the Alliance vessels. When asked what it was by her new 'friend', her eyes trailed back to him, her lips parting slightly to answer. The look on his face made her stop short as she felt a small uprising of pity. "Nothin that needs our worry right now."

He probably needed to eat, but definitely needed to stop taking in alcohol. It really wasn't her place to tell him so and with no bar keep around to shut him down, Carrie cooked up a quick plan. "Grey Renye, huh? Any chance of me getting a good look at her? Won't keep you long if you decide you don't need me, but I always did like gettin peeks at ships I haven't been on."

Now for the tricky part...

"Besides that, you look a mite tired. Showing me the ship just puts you that much closer to your bunk once the tour is over." If he turned her down, she could at least say she tried. He just looked so lost and confused that she didn't quite feel right letting him sit in the bar, drinking himself to unconsciousness.
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Africa Chamberlain tried to move toward Monte as the suited specialists examined Monte and talked to Dr. Irons. But she knew she needed to prioritize.

She'd been paying attention, her training kept her from any other path. Monte Furlong would be examined. The Doctor seemed to have other business.

And two people wore talking something to do with job, engine, ship.

"Excuse me." she interjected, slipping almost between Elie and Carrie. Her hands were palms together in front of her, thumbs against her sternum. "I beg your pardon. I overheard." She bowed one third, proper for an apology of minor transgression. "I'm looking for work as a Machinist Mate, Mechanics Assistant or Welder. If it's not available I would like to discuss securing passage then. For me and a friend." Clearly, she thought, she'd adopted this Monte Furlong then.

Adopted for what? she thought and smiled slightly.

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Elijah had opened his mouth, most likely to protest the offer the young lady had sent his way, but by the time a third voice had come to interject, he'd forgotten what it was that he was going to say. His stomach tightened again at Carrie's words before she was blocked from his view. He could still feel the vibrations of the ships beyond the station.
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"I beg your pardon. I overheard." She bowed one third, proper for an apology of minor transgression. "I'm looking for work as a Machinist Mate, Mechanics Assistant or Welder. If it's not available I would like to discuss securing passage then. For me and a friend."
Eli nodded, listening, his face unsure how to react - a smile, a frown, a few sharp blinks as if to ensure that Africa was real. He nodded again and again, for several seconds after her monologue was done, eyebrows raised in surprise as he took in what had been said.

"A mechanist... a welder... a mechan... mechanics assistant." He stared across the room, straight over Africa's shoulder, and eyed a flat screen against the wall broadcasting some footage of a crash earlier that day. It was the first time since he'd stumbled from his bunk that morning that he'd paid the screens around the bar any heed.

Thousands dead.

Eli blinked again, hard, his brow wrinkling as if he was focusing hard on escaping some bad dream.

"A mechanist... a welder... it sounds like some odd joke, doesn't it? A mechanist and a... a welder, walk into a bar..." He turned back to Carrie with a grim smile on his face, eyes almost crossed. He just stared for a moment, mouth half open, as if he had something vital to say.

Thousands.

His eyes widened as several million thoughts flew through his mind. Everything blurred around him, though this time is was the watering of his eyes and not the alcohol in his veins. The entire bar spun, as if the station had been thrown off its orbit and the entire thing was twirling mercilessly to its doom on the planet below - like the Alliance warship had.

No, not now.

Eli tasted bile in the back of his throat as he sprawled a clumsy hand out, pushing himself away from the bar and attempting to push away his drinking buddy. His aim missed as his head spun and the world around his slowed almost to a halt. Memories. Thousands of them. Every single moment, every word, every heartbeat.

Not them, not now.

The spilled whiskey didn't let up, Elijah's boot slipping in it. The floor flew up to him, the man landing flat on his back with a dull crack of glass beneath him. His breath was launched from him, the man's chest arching for a moment as he tried not to suffocate under his own vices. His head spun. He tasted blood, bile, alcohol, smoke. He groaned in pain.

It's not right. Please, not now.

And then nothing but black and his lost wife's face.
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