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| A Budding Rose - Rosin Dubh; Rosin Dubh - finding a crew | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2012, 08:01 AM (5,823 Views) | |
| Limerickcot | Dec 21 2012, 07:54 AM Post #81 |
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Calm Berserker
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| Varulven | Dec 22 2012, 07:56 AM Post #82 |
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Mudder
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Regan hit the bridge, and settled himself into the copilot's seat, powering up the consol and taking over the more menial tasks required to handle the ship. Once she settled into orbit, waiting for clearance to depart, he turned to Layla.... "Ok, now for the explanation. The cargo is vibration sensitive, apparently. If we land, or fly too fast, or pull too many G's, it'll be ruined. We have to rendezvous with a freighter at the Baroness in ten days, but we have to travel slowly enough not to be early. Basically, you have to hit a window of arrival of about six hours, ten days from right now... And don't shake us around too much. Dong le ma?" He grinned as he saw the look in her eyes, and braced himself for the response.... |
| 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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| splat.toad | Dec 22 2012, 08:06 AM Post #83 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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As she eased into the orbit, Layla double checked the calculations she'd entered. She punched the final details in and confirmed the route. She frowned slightly as Larsen relayed the information. Not the biggest leeway, reckon I should be able to do it. And don't worry about the ship. So long as we don't hit anything unfriendly, it'll be smooth as you like. She's a good ship Ten days without running out of fuel did not leave a lot of leeway for error, and as with every new job she was anxious to make a good impression. The ship was handling pretty well, though the shielding was a cause for concern -she was grateful her first touchdown planetside was still some way off. Gave her time to get the feel of the ship properly. She leaned away from the console briefly and stretched out. Right, time to hit the black. Permission to leave orbit? she grinned at Larsen. Edited by splat.toad, Dec 22 2012, 08:12 AM.
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| Varulven | Dec 22 2012, 08:25 AM Post #84 |
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Mudder
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He winked "If you're happy with the way she handles, and Monte is happy with his engines, take her out as soon as you get clearance..." |
| 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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| Burton | Dec 23 2012, 01:26 AM Post #85 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Nathan watched Regan bounding up the stairs, it had been a while since he'd seen him so happy. Heading through the indicated doorway he moved through the corridor looking for an unoccupied room. Finding one he threw his kit onto the bed he turned round and made his way to the bridge. He felt a slight shudder as the ship left the ground. With a smile on his face he made the last few steps to the bridge. Things were feeling good, finally. "So where we heading? He asked. |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 23 2012, 07:25 AM Post #86 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Isla walked onto the bridge. She takes a couple of minutes to wander by herself and there is someone new in their troupe already. She smirked as she saw the face of another gentleman talking to the captain. "5 minutes and already you've got a new recruit?" She smiled warmly, "I'm Isla. He raises a good question, Captain. Where are we heading?" Not that it mattered to her, it made no difference where they ended up in her eyes, although she knew that the others probably had less of an open mind on this. |
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| Varulven | Dec 23 2012, 07:59 AM Post #87 |
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Mudder
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Regan grinned broadly. "First things first. Nate Foster, meet Isla Cain, ship's medic. Foster will be... Well... " He looked askance at the new man for a second.. "Tell you what, I reckon I'll need somebody round here who knows how I think. Somebody who can keep an eye on things when I'm busy elsewhere and do things my way. First mate. If you can also keep an eye on cargo, supplies and equipment, that should work well.... Ten per cent off the top, same as the others... Sound ok to you?" He listened to Foster's reply, then continued. "Glad to hear it... Now, as to where we're going, maybe it's better if I tell everyone at once. You know how I hate to repeat myself!" He hit the intercom button. "This is the captain. Everybody to the dining area. Crew briefing." He held his arm out, gesturing for Isla and Layla to go first, then followed them into the crew lounge and waited for the rest of the crew to arrive.... Edited by Varulven, Dec 23 2012, 11:16 AM.
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| 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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| MacTrom | Dec 23 2012, 10:43 AM Post #88 |
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Monte perked up as the Captain announced over the intercom, his attention pulled away from the panel of gauges in the port engineering room. With a final glance over the condition indicators, he stood and stretched. I should get something to eat pretty soon anyway. He left the engineering room and worked his way forward past the shuttle bay and entered the common area, joining the group gathered there. He nodded at the two women as he pulled over a chair and plopped himself down. "So, what's on the agenda?" |
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| splat.toad | Dec 23 2012, 12:12 PM Post #89 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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The clearance to leave orbit came through quickly. Humming to herself, Layla smoothly locked the ship into its trajectory and, after running through a quick mental checklist, stood up. "That should hold her for a while, let's go" She followed the others into the dining room, nodding at Monte as he joined them, and vowing not to get stuck with cooking duty again. Edited by splat.toad, Dec 23 2012, 12:14 PM.
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| Varulven | Dec 24 2012, 06:31 AM Post #90 |
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"We're en route for the Baroness space station, with a cargo of wine. Arrival in ten days time. Now, I know we could do it quicker, but the cargo would suffer, so we're gonna be taking it easy. Hope you can find something to amuse yourselves with in the meantime..." "We got paid a grand up front, with six more on arrival. Seven total, so each of you gets 700 credits on delivery. Not bad for a first job, eh?" He waited for the responses, then continued... "Now... I have a little something to own up to. There are a couple of Captain Larsen's wandering around the 'verse, but I ain't one of 'em. I used to work on a boat called the Morning Star." From the look on their faces, a couple of the crew had heard of her. "We took a contract from a respectable businessman who wanted a cargo picked up and delivered. 'Cept the cargo was stolen, and bloodstained, and the Feds were on to it. Only way out for him was to kill us and cover his tracks. He hit us, but missed me, and I got away with the merchandise. If you want to know what happened to it, we're flying it! He'd kinda like the money back, but more than that he'd like me dead, as I'm the only one who can implicate him...." There was an awkward silence in the room now... He pressed on... "My name's John Francis Regan." The look on at least one face suggested that the name wasn't completely unknown. Regan took off his jacket, revealing the Marine Corps tattoo on his left bicep, with the emblem of Tsiang Xiu Pass added underneath. "Yes. That John Regan....." |
| 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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| ribsource | Dec 25 2012, 04:38 AM Post #91 |
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Sarge
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Blaine carried on with his little job outside the ship, watching it whilst people put cargo on, and off, when Blaine saw Larsen coming back, Blaine made his way onto the ship, and started checking the containers, he checked the seals to make sure they hadn't been tampered with. Blaine was in the cargo hold checking the containers, when Larsen came back on with another crew member. Blaine shook his head to himself and went back to checking the containers. There was nothing worse than being stuck in the black, with faulty cargo. Blaine didn't know what was in them, Blaine wasn't even sure that Larsen knew what was in them, but all he could do was check that they hadn't been compromised. Blaie stayed in the cargo hold whilst the Roisin started to make her maiden voyage into the black, it wasn't as smooth as he thought it would be, but then again, the boat was just a means to an end. Blaine finished off his checks on the containers, then made his way around the ship, checking the walls and such to see how it handled the black. Starting off at the bottom of the ship, he made his way up and up throughout it. Blaine heard Larsen over the comm link and made his way to the dining area, seemed there was going to be some sort of 'crew briefing'. Blaine rolled his eyes at the thought but started to make his way there. Blaine stood in the doorway of the dining area, leaning against the frame, and listened as Larsen started to talk. The reveal was made, seemed it wasn't Larsen, but John Regan. Blaine kept his face stoic as usual. He had heard of Regan through stories, but didn't really care for him. This made the situation Blaine was in, even more troubling. Regan wouldn't have heard of the Wolf Pack as they were specialist black ops, but he had training, so he would recognize that. Blaine felt uncomfortable, it made his decision to leave the ship after the first job even more likely to happen. |
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Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter | |
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| MacTrom | Dec 28 2012, 01:15 AM Post #92 |
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Monte looked down, a puzzled expression on his face as if deep in thought. John Regan? Doesn't ring a bell... He looked around at the others, gaging their responses to the captain's admission. "Sorry, but no. Maybe you were more widely know outside the circles I kept. I take it that this was during the War? I spent most of my time onboard the General Hammand out near the Rim. With the Browncoats defending Haven's space." |
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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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| Burton | Dec 28 2012, 05:19 AM Post #93 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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"Nathan. Pleased to meet you." He said shaking her hand. Following along behind Regan they made their way to the crew room. He watched the faces of the others as Regan told his story and explained their job. What sort of wine where they transporting if a little shaking ruined it? First mate, he liked that. Quiet a bit of responsibility there. He hoped he was up to it, well if things didn't work out the two of them could have a little chat and sort something out. The story about the war was old news. He'd been there during the battle manning the radios and that was how the two of them had met. Idly he wondered what Lock and Burton where doing these days, and he was glad that Burton wasn't on board. He was a great doctor, but a lousy traveler, constantly sick while in space. Edited by Burton, Dec 28 2012, 08:46 PM.
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| M.Vanity | Dec 29 2012, 08:06 AM Post #94 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Isla forced herself to relax into her chair, once again hiding her discomfort. She wasn't the only one unfamiliar it seemed, but the eyes of the other crew members seemed filled with awe. This could only be interesting. She had originally felt she would ask; voice her ignorance and ask for his stories, for how she loved to listen. However Monte's mention of the War filled sealed her lips for her. She wasn't going to be the one to risk antagonising the Captain, nor was she too pleased with the concept of throwing herself in his firing line so quickly. Afterall, he was her Captain and she had no Plan B. |
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| Varulven | Dec 29 2012, 05:03 PM Post #95 |
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Regan smiled ruefully. "Well, I'm not one for old war stories. I'm just used to people going 'Oh... THAT Regan...' I got in a scrap, held some ground, got a medal. Lotta good people died." He looked pointedly at Monte. "On both sides..." "It does give us one advantage though, if I have to flash my ID to an Alliance patrol or checkpoint, they're likely to take notice in a good way.... Might even distract them from looking at cargoes too closely, if you know what I mean....!" He looked round the room. Everybody seemed to have taken the change of identity in their stride, except for one. But he kinda figured on that, and he'd deal with it when the time came, one way or the other. Meanwhile.... "Nathan... Think, maybe, you and Isla will be able to get that old coffee machine working? I sneaked a coupla pounds of the good stuff aboard...." |
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| MacTrom | Dec 30 2012, 12:34 AM Post #96 |
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Monte shrugged with a boyish grin. "Hey, man, no problem. So much of what went on back then weren't because of the individual soldier, but a result of higher up's decisions. Politics only play to make life more interesting. " He shifted slightly in the chair and then looked serious. "From my initial checkup, the engines are prime. We shouldn't have to worry about any complications for quite some time. " He shrugs again, "Providing, of course, any Imperial Entanglements. We'll have a better idea of fuel usage after a few short and long range runs, just to get a good average." |
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| splat.toad | Dec 30 2012, 01:09 AM Post #97 |
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Layla listened throughout the Captain's speech. People tended to pretend to be other people. It had never really appealed to her, but then she had quite a lot of fun just being herself. There had never been a need for her to be anyone else. She recognised the name Regan, had heard of his exploits. Meant he could be counted on to be pretty stubborn and determined. Not always the best characteristics in a shipmate, better for a captain. She listened carefully to Monte's assessment of the engines, it matched pretty much her feelings about the ship, cautiously optimistic. Showed he knew what he was talking about. She was feeling better about this journey by the minute. Hey, Monte, sorry if I was out of line earlier, I don't deal too well on-world. All that open blue makes me kinda antsy. Edited by splat.toad, Dec 30 2012, 01:11 AM.
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| MacTrom | Dec 30 2012, 02:52 AM Post #98 |
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Monte nodded to Layla. "'s alright, doll. I wasn't tryin' to usurp the Captain, either. Not havin' any established chain and him bein' off ship, just thought I'd offer a face to deal with a potential situation until he returned." |
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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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| loneviking | Dec 31 2012, 12:04 PM Post #99 |
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Master of Disaster
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And with that, the crew of the Rosin Dubh was formed. The ship sailed through the black where only time would tell what adventures awaited. Next stop, the Baroness. TO BE CONTINUED.. |
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