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A Budding Rose - Rosin Dubh; Rosin Dubh - finding a crew
Topic Started: Dec 8 2012, 08:01 AM (5,818 Views)
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Rising to her feet and falling into line she smiled as Monte motioned for her to step into place, falling behind her. As her boots clicked in time with those of her companions a strange feeling came over her.
This was finally it. Whether she had made the right choice or not, this choice was hers. As she looked ahead at her companions and cast a quick glance to the gent behind, she couldn’t quell a slight feeling of pride. Her decision.
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Chat continued, drinks were drunk. Blaine just sat there, not really bothered by it all. Eventually Larsen said it was time to go, and Blaine was glad. Whilst these people seemed nice enough, Blaine didn't really have time to hear about their lives, or anecdotes, he just wanted a job, and some money. But this is something he would have to deal with not being a Captain anymore. Sure it would bother him, but hopefully, eventually, he would get his own boat, and would be able to do what he wanted, and not take orders.

Blaine waited for everyone to get up, and was the last to stand, taking his stuff, cases of guns, surveillance equipment and some clothes, he followed the rest as they made their way back to the Roisin Dubh, making sure to take quick scans behind him to make sure they weren't followed by any unsavouries.
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Layla was sat at the bar, trying not to look too jittery. She’d been on-world for three whole days now and had hated every second of it. She jumped when her cortex tablet chimed gently and hurriedly pulled it out of her pocket. Yes! Someone was looking for a pilot! Finally! She checked the details – seemed vague enough, never heard of the captain though. She drained her glass thoughtfully. Wouldn’t hurt to check it out a bit beforehand… She ignored the commotion on the other side of the bar as someone in a hat slammed someone else’sface into a wall, lost in her thoughts. It wasn’t til a woman in a long brown coat asked Frankie behind the bar about the ship in dock five that she looked up. She flicked a concerned eye over the group the woman joined but none of them looked familiar,probably stilldidn’thavea pilotthen. She grabbed her bag, jammed her hat on firmly, returned her glass to the bar with a nod for Frankie and headed out.

Sure enough, there was a team hard at work on the tub in dock 5. She gave a shrug, she’d flown in worse. And if the thing could get her off-world, it would be enough. She exchanged friendly nods with the crew foreman as she strode up the loading ramp. As she got on board, she relaxed. It felt good to have metal over her head again. At the top of the ramp she paused, listening,but theship seemed entirely empty. It probably wouldn’t be long before the captain got back. New captains could never bear to be far from their ships for long. She wandered over to a wall, slung her bag down and plonked down on top of it, leaning backagainstthe wall with her hat tilted over her eyes. She could wait.
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Regan tapped in the access code to open the personnel airlock, for'ard of the cabins, and led his new crew aboard. He leaned against the door to his own cabin while they picked out theirs, and then led them aft to the cargo bay. Reaching the doorway, he froze. There was a figure, sitting on a bag against the bulkhead, seemingly alseep. He turned and glared at Blaine, to emphasise the urgency, pointed to his eyes and raised a finger, to indicate one target seen. He then pointed to himself and indicated left, then to Blaine and indicated right, before motioning the other two to stay put and slipping quietly through the door, drawing his pistol as he went....
I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way.....
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Layla woke up. Being back on a ship had relaxed her more than she thought. That or three nights of intermittent sleep on-world had finally caught up. She heard faint sounds from inside the ship. Damn, that meant whatever crew had been assembled hadn’t come back through the cargo bay. The door to the rest of the ship opened, and all the noises went suspiciously quiet. Damn again, that probably meant guns. At least they hadn’t started shooting straight off. She took a breath and moved slowly to take her hat off, taking great care to keep her hands visible. Two guns, oh joy. She took the wielders in at a quick glance – neither seemed nervous, could probably get away without using small words. She grinned disarmingly and decided to ignore the guns, addressing herself to both of them in turn.
“Hi, I’m your pilot, Captain Larsen. My name’s Layla Heath. I’ll work for the same terms as the others.”
She suspected an explanation was probably in order
“I don’t do well outside, prefer ship-side, hence me wandering in like this, hope it hasn’t caused you too much consternation. I expected you to come in the other way.”
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Blaine followed the rest of them not to far behind. Always keeping his ears, and his peripheral vision on the look out for anything suspicious. Remy watched as Larsen entered the access codes for the airlock, remembering the code using a mnemonic device. Picking the nearest to the stairs but opposite to it, to make for an easy access out, it ended up being the one inbetween Larsens room and the Infirmary. Maybe it wasn't the best room, seeing as the room he picked was better suited for the 'medic' onboard, Blaine didn't really care much for it, he would be gone after the job, and it made sense as it was closest to the stairs, and easiest for him to come straight out of his room and straight up them. Blaine dropped his stuff in the room, and waited for the rest of them to finish up.

They all started to move, when Larsen stopped. Blaine's hand instantly reached for his C5-44 Enforcer Heavy Pistol, named Abigail, on his left hip. Blaine didn't draw it, but has his hand ready at its side. Larsen looked at Blaine and gave hand signals. Blaine knew what they meant, Larsen was trained, which made Blaine that little bit more suspicious of him. Blaine pushed his way to the front, drawing "Abigail", and making his way with Larsen as they stalked the stranger.

The stranger started to move their hands, and showed their hands, they were unarmed, but Blaine kept "Abigail" raised just in case. Walking slowly forward, the stranger started to speak. It was a woman. Blaine looked at Larsen, this seemed suspicious indeed, some stranger managing to get onboard without much of a kerfuffle.

Blaine looked at Larsen for confirmation.
Edited by ribsource, Dec 13 2012, 10:01 AM.
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As Laursen lead them around the ship, Monte considered which berth he would take. When Blaine grabbed to one between the medical bay and the captain's suite, Monte turned and took the one directly across. That would put him closest to engineering. He tossed his knapsack inside and turned back to follow the rest through the rest of the ship.

When they finally got back to the cargo area, Laursen and Blaine stiffened. Monte unzipped his jacket and pulled it open. Just in case thing go sideways.
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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Regan's voice was cold, and his pistol was still trained on her...

"You might be a pilot, Miss....Heath?" She nodded. "But that don't make you my pilot. Walking uninvited onto a ship will get you very hurt, very fast. You're lucky I'm in a relaxed mood right now.... Show me your creds."

She handed over the credentials and he ran through them, raising his eyebrows once or twice at some of the stuff he saw... Then he nodded, holstered the SiG and handed them back. His voice was friendly when he spoke again.

"Not bad. Ten per cent off the top, same as the others. Now you're my pilot! Cabins are through there." He nodded over his shoulder.... "And I'll be your copilot. Wave me a copy of those creds so I can send them on to the Registration Agency, and we're good to go, soon as we have a job." He looked round at the assembled crew. "And I've got a line on that, should have some news by end of day... Meanwhile, maybe you all better get acquainted with the Rose. Bridge, Common Area, Engine Room and Shuttle Bay are up top, along with the docking airlocks, Port and Starboard. Have fun...."

As he watched them all wander off to explore, Layla's credentials came through on his handheld. He added them to the rest, and waved the lot off to the Agency. Now all he had to do was get Griggs to hire him for the job, and wait for the Agency to release the lockdown. Shiny....
I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way.....
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Seeing Monte dispose of his possessions in the cabin opposite Blaine's she chose the one next to his, allowing her access to the medical bay aswell as quick access to all the cabins should any emergencies arise.
As she wheeled her chest into the room her movements slowed. She lay her chest by the foot of her bed and she paused. Simply taking in her surroundings.
It was all overwhelming. She was about to access her future and yet all of her actions were spurred by her past. With her eyes lowered, she shrugs off her coat, allowing it to fall at her feet in a puddle of fabric. Her dress was of green silk, it's straps thin and it's fabric draping over her chest. A subtle bustle clung to her waist and she reaching underneath it she pulled out a silver dagger.

Holding it as one would hold a baby her face remains motionless as her eyes ghost over the blade "Marianne.". That was all the motivation she would need.
Replacing the weapon underneath the bustle, she shakes her hair, rolls her shoulders back and steps out, feeling much more herself than when she entered the room.
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Larsen talked to the stranger known as Miss Heath. Larsen took her onboard as the pilot, Blaine made a mental note on looking around to see if there were any security breaches, afterall, this stranger had managed to get onboard with no alarms or security systems going off. This troubled Blaine somewhat.

Larsen started speaking about a job on the horizon, Blaine liked this, Larsen seemed to be a man of action in that respect, and Blaine couldn't begrudge the guy in getting them all out of there sooner rather than later. Blaine nodded at Larsen as he gave them permission to check out the ship, but Blaine wasn't one for that. Blaine just walked to his room.

Getting into his room, he opened his case of guns. Taking them out one by one and putting them on his bed, in a mildly OCD style fashion. All of them with the gun end facing the door at completely 90 degree angles. All in a straight line, a row of three, then another row of three, and finally a row of two at the bottom. Taking out the gun cleaning kit, he started to clean them.

Eject the magazine.
Empty the chamber.
Dismantle the firearm safely.
Wipe down all components using some cloth rags.
Apply solvent.
Scrub the whole gun with a brush.


Opening up his PDA, he searched for Traveller Class ships, pulling up a schematic of the blue prints of the ship, he pushed the 3D Holo-Sphere and a model of the ship appeared in midair. Using his fingers to manipulate the size of it, he started to memorize the ships interior.

Wipe down the whole gun.
Use the pick to get off any thick chunks of powder buildup.
Use a bore brush to break any buildup free from the barrel.
Swab the barrel with a cloth soaked with solvent.
Oil all the components requiring lubrication.
A light grease should be used on its sliding parts.


2 Floors, bottom floor was cargo bay and quarters for either passengers or crew. top floor consisted of cockpit at front, common area in the middle, engine room at the back

Reassemble the pistol and make sure all parts are functioning properly.
Wipe down the whole gun and remove any excess oil.
Swab the barrel with a dry cloth right before you intend to start shooting to remove any oil residue.


There was also space for a shuttle on the second floor. Blaine wondered if Larsen had one of those, interesting.

His C5-40 Defender medium pistol, known as "Skye" was done and clean. Blaine 'x'ed the hologram pretty much knowing where everything was onboard. A quick walkaround would happen later, as he would need to find if there were any nooks or crannies. It was those things which gave boats character.

Pulling out his AR-25 light assault rifle, known as "Echo" he started the process of cleaning it much like he did with Skye. Blaine then started a cortex search on "Larsen" and "Roisin Dubh" this led him to the name "Ralph Larsen" - Blaine then did a cortex search on Larsen himself. If Larsen had anything on Blaine, Blaine certainly wanted something on Larsen. Sure there were four individuals known as "Ralph Larsen", but Blaine would search them all out.
Edited by ribsource, Dec 21 2012, 08:26 AM.
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Layla tucked her cortex tablet into her bag and flung it into the furthest empty room she could from the gun nut. No sense of humour, that one. Better not wind him up too much. She'd been trapped on a ship where a guy had gone gun-crazy before. They'd had to space him in the end. Not pretty.
Fortunately he seemed happy locked in his room for now. Cleaning guns from the sound of it. That was reassuring.
She took a brief measure of the other crew members. The remaining bloke had to be the mechanic, there was no way the woman would fix up ships in a gorgeous dress like that. She'd wander up to the engines later, see what they could do and chat to the mechanic there, but that could wait, this was interesting. She wandered over to the woman and stuck out her hand with a smile
"Hi, I'm Layla. Nice dress. Good to find another woman on board. You probably heard I'm the pilot. What do you do?"
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As she left her room, visibly more relaxed than when she entered she came face to face (or rather face to chest, as she raised her head with the notable height difference...the woman had to be at least a foot taller than her!) with the woman who seemed to cause all the commotion onboard. With her dark hair and dark skin there was a loveliness about her and Isla felt instantly at ease, offering an easy smile.

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"Hi, I'm Layla. Nice dress. Good to find another woman on board. You probably heard I'm the pilot. What do you do?"


The woman held out her hand and Isla took it gladly,

"Thank you very much, it's lovely to meet you Layla, I'm Isla. What do I do?" Isla paused, she would not let her Companion status define her. That was the point of her journey, just because she shared their trade doesn't mean that's all there is to her. She was more than that and would prove it. For her mother. "I'll be the medic on this ship. A woman's caring hand is something that every ship needs, wouldn't you agree?" She smiled once again and turned to set off exploring before turning to smile over her shoulder,
"I love your hair, by the way.".
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The situation being resolved, and the Captain having given leave to explore the ship, Monte hitches up his belt and turns toward the stairs leading from the lower deck up to the command deck.

On reaching the upper deck, he whistles at the nice layout of the common area. Checking the deck plan located on the wall, he traces the route back through the airlocks and past the shuttle to the engineering section. Time to go see what this baby has for legs.

He makes his way back past the shuttle and finds the rearward hatchway with "Engineering" on the door. He undogs the hatch and swings it open, impressed by the ease and lack of creaking sounds that he was used to hearing. Stepping through, he finds himself in a well designed, and well equipped control room. Looking over the control panel, he emits a low whistle and taps one of the dials to make sure it isn't stuck.

Eventually, satisfied with the state of the port engineering room, he walks through to the starboard side and finds it to be a comparable set up.
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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Layla smiled. it seemed like this trip might go okay.

She made her way up the stairs to the main deck, pausing halfway up to open an access panel and stick her head through to check the state of the wiring. All pretty good, nothing obviously cobbled together, nothing hanging loose satisfied, she shut it again.

At the top of the steps, she made a beeline for the engine rooms and sought out the mechanic. finding him in the starboard engine room, she joined in the scrutiny of the control panel then leaned back on a handy wall
All seems in pretty good repair. You reckon I'll be able to stress these engines much if I need to? Know some of these older travellers can have stabiliser problems.
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Monte looked up as Layla arrived. He had just finished going over the console, checking effeciency of its layout.

"It's a GAC IV with a dual core 1200z fuel system, not completely state of the art, but a lot better than the usual on a ship like that. I'm impressed by the capabilities. 'Course, we'll only know how well it does once we have the Black and again when it's most needed.
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He stood and patted the side of the bulkhead closest to the outboard thruster. "I'd say we have a fine ship under us. If you pilot as well as you sneak, we should be shiny in our endevours."
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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Regan watched the crew disperse to their various interests, and headed for his own cabin. Before he'd even reached it, the Comm unit bleeped urgently and, when he looked at it, he realised that it was the Registration Agency. He answered it, hoping it was good news. It was.

"Hello. Captain Larsen? This is Elisa Pauli from ARA. I received your list of crew and we've been chewing through their certification. Interesting selection in some ways but they're all valid and, as such, your insurance policies are now validated. Lockdown will cease as soon as Acropolis Control can action it. Which knowing them will be somewhere about two hours from now. Gods speed Captain and clear sailing."

He thanked her, and closed the link. Now, if he could just get a hold of... The unit bleeped again. He answered...

"Hello, Captain Larsen? This is Henriette Griggs. I received your wave, if you are still available for a contract, I shall be in the Blue Sun Interstellar Lounge for the next two hours, table seven."

Regan assured her he would be along shortly, and signed off. Again he headed for his cabin, this time to change into something suitable for the rarified atmosphere of the Interstellar Lounge....
I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way.....
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Acropolis Starport, The Planet Athens

The Blue Sun Interstellar Lounge


The Acropolis Starport still showed the platinum and credits that the Alliance had poured into it, not only through the war, but afterwards too. The inside of the Starport was highly modernised - which was just as well as Regan could see regular crowds at check-in, either departing for other locations on-planet, in-system and even out-system. One branch of the terminal buildings represented the ongoing and increasing presence of the Anglo-Sino Alliance - the 'Feds'.

Large tri-V screens showed regular commercials, flights in and out and even recruitment notices for various Federal and Local authorities. The Blue Sun Lounge was in the furthest Terminal building. 'Of Course' Regan thought as he climbed aboard one of the inter-terminal monorail cars.

'Please state destination' An automated voice asked him as he sat down.

"Blue Sun Interstellar Lounge' He replied shortly, hating, as did so many others, the saccharine voice of the automated systems.

The voice replied in a different voice. A Male one this time and not automated. Much. "This is security station Five. Please note that entry into the Lounge is security restricted. Please have your I.D. ready on exit. Failure to comply will result in a security infraction being entered onto your record and may result in longer security checks in the future."

Regan swallowed slightly. They were taking security far more seriously than he would have thought reasonable. Until he actually focused on the small commercial orientated tri-V screen in front of his seat - reflected by gasps coming from some of the other travelers.

Shots of what seemed like a mid-air dogfight between local fighter craft and a large ship were being displayed. The notation was that it was coming in live. Explosions were occurring all over the rooftops of the city. It was like something like out of the war all over again. Commentators stated that the ship was the Vanguard. Everyone had heard of her! And Regan breathed a sigh of relief that this trip should see them far away from her - well away if she was on Dyton.

The screen blanked as they came into the Lounge pick-up point and Regan had to jump to move sharply onto the concourse. Ahead of him was a closed door and a security desk. There only seemed to be one man on the desk but Regan could tell that at least two cameras were focused on him, possibly moor.

"Your I.D. sir." It was a statement and not a question. He passed it over and noted the maintenance panels for some heavy electronics, just viewable through the over-ornate decoration that was supposed to represent an Earth-that-was structure that was also called the Acropolis.

"Thank you, Captain Larsen." The man gave the I.D. back and the doors opened. As Regan moved through he felt the tingle of a security force shield that would have prevented him taking any kind of weaponry into the room. A major-domo walked over to him.

"Captain Larsen?" he asked and immediately showed Regan through to the lounges restaurant, away from the small casino in the upper storey. As he approached the table, a well presented woman stood up and smiled and extended her hand.

"Excellent timing, Captain. I'm Ms Grigg's. So good for you to be available so promptly. Delays can cost money and I don't like losing money." She gestured to the other chair. "But courtesy is good business, Captain." She did as she said and waved the waiter over with a menu. "My treat, Captain."


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Rosin Dubh


Activity was now picking up around the vessel. The first arrivals were the refueling and provisioning trucks, the latter of which were there primarily to fill the ships tanks with fresh water and sanitary solutions - the Captain had arranged for standard provisions which had arrived earlier.

Almost at the same time as the Captain was being entertained by their new employer, the starport unlocked the computers of the Rosin Dubh. As soon as her pilot logged in, flight plans could be updated. That would have to wait for the arrival of the cargo, though.

What wouldn't though was the insistent knocking at the cargo lock and the stout man yelling out. "Hey, is there anyone here. Come on, I haven't got all day you know!"
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Monte had finished up inspecting the engines and had been on the way back to his berth, escorting the cute pilot along the way. Suddenly, an echoing pounding could be heard from below deck. He turned to face Layla and scrunched up his face. "Guess we should go see who's so all fired anxious to chat?"

With that, he turned and scurried down the stairs to the cargo hatch, placing one hand on the stock of one of his pistols, he untoggled the hatch and opened it a crack to look out.

"What can I do you for, stranger?"
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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Dec 17 2012, 06:40 AM
Monte: What can I do you for, stranger?"
Rosin Dubh

The man looked affronted. "Do for me! Don't you know who I am! Post Master Dorin Akbar. The man's pointed beard waggled up and down, matched by a blue turban. When Monte looked closer he could see the post office badge on a packet full of pens. He was holding a cortex pad and he passed over a well worn identity badge for the spaceport and the post office.

"Look...sir. My regulars down and ARA tell me that you're the only ship heading out to the Baroness. I'm empowered to commandeer cargo or other space as required for postal services." He shrugged. "Don't believe me? Just check with ARA or look it up for yourself on the cortex." He was starting to get snippy and impatient.

Dorin looked at Monte and made a fast decision. "You can refuse but there is a small fee if you do." The man rubbed his fingers together and then turned a grim face to Monte instead. "Or carry it for normal charges - one and a half tons of mail equals 1000 credits. Now hurry up and tell me which it is to be."
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