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| The Crowns Sharpest Point; Onwards for the Roisin | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 7 2013, 10:51 AM (4,084 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Jan 7 2013, 10:51 AM Post #1 |
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Lighthouse Keeper
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<<From 'A Budding Rose'>> Regan smiled as another day on board the Roisin began. He walked quietly through the halls as the crew awoke, preparing for their day on board, the Baroness Space Station now only a few days away. It'd been quite the journey so far, but the old man had a feeling they were just getting started. First, get a ship. Second, find a crew. Third, get a job. And so the Roisin had her bearings. It was the beginning of the rest of their lives. Only time would tell just what lives they would lead. |
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| splat.toad | Jan 7 2013, 08:43 PM Post #2 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Layla fixed a quiet mug of hot caffeine in the galley, carefully avoiding looking at any bright lights. It had been a fun night, and she'd drunk way more than she had intended to, couldn't say she regretted it though. She nodded briefly at Reagan as he wandered through, wincing as the sudden movement caused her head to thump in protest. Okay, no sudden movements. Seemed like she and the cargo had the same requirements today. She hummed softly to herself as she headed up to check on their course. |
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| Varulven | Jan 8 2013, 03:49 AM Post #3 |
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Mudder
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He'd been up all night, covering the night watch while Layla slept. He loved the solitude, just him and the ship. It had only been a few days since they left Athens, and Regan was still getting used to the Rose, to the sounds and the smell of her. The feel of her deck plates under his feet, the vibration of her engines. Not that there seemed to be a lot of vibrations, Monte had her purring like a kitten. He settled into the pilots chair, put his feet on the edge of the consol, and gazed out at the 'verse. So.... Got a ship. Got a crew. Got a job. The easy stuff was over. Now for the tricky bit, keeping them in work, in funds and in the black.... His mind wandered back to his most immediate problem, Blaine. It was obvious that the big guy didn't like him. It was also obvious that he had some military experience, probably a lot. And from the way he moved, acted, he must have been Alliance, and almost certainly something in the 'special' line, so it wasn't the 'old enemies' problem. Which means he was harbouring a grudge. Maybe several. Well, that could mean trouble, possibly between the two of them, maybe with the Alliance itself, if he left without a forwarding address. Regan shook his head. Oh well, he thought, if twenty years in the Corps tought me anything, it's how to get along with a crewmate that don't like me. I'll give him room, see if he comes round. If he don't I'll just have to make sure he makes enough cash to move on.... |
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| MacTrom | Jan 8 2013, 09:21 AM Post #4 |
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Harbormaster
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Monte felt the vibrations first, then the noise outside his room as he struggled to keep his eyes closed. Guess that wasn't the best idea. Trying to drink someone else under the table. Gorram cotton taste in my mouth. Bah! He rolled over and managed to get his feet under him before finally sitting up. The taste continued, and the buzzing came next. He tried to concentrate it away with fairly middling success. He stood and brushed off his clothes; stupid to fall asleep in them like that. He shook his head once more before pulling his shirt off and grabbing a towel. Tapping the foot peddle at the fresher, and engaging the tap to fill the basin with cold liquid, he managed to get a couple of handfuls splashed onto his face and felt the sting of cold and wet seep into his pores. A few other toilet activities later, and he had a fresh shirt on and pulled his suspenders up over his shoulders. He stretched for a moment and then twisted his neck once to each side, feeling and hearing the crack as his vertebrae popped. Kicking the fresher back into its wall alcove, he turned and pulled open the door and made his way topside to the common galley area, looking for coffee and something to soak up the rest of last night in his stomach. |
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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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| M.Vanity | Jan 8 2013, 01:30 PM Post #5 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Isla yawned and stretched out. She smiled to herself at the thought of last nights excursions. Lots of drink. Lots of laughter. She'd enjoyed being able to have a bit of a sing and dance, playing her harp and generally entertaining. It had been perfect. Her companion training coming at no price for once. She chuckled to herself, gliding out and bed and readying herself for the day. Her dress was an ivory colour today, very loose and flowing to the floor, the sleeves long with a lit down the middle revealing the pale flesh of her arms. She felt light on her feet today and would greet her shipmates with a smile by far more genuine than she had yet felt it. Heading to the galley for refreshment she found Layla just on her way out and looking slightly worse for wear. With a sympathetic smile she nodded...quiet voices at least till midday she figured. |
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| loneviking | Jan 8 2013, 01:50 PM Post #6 |
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Master of Disaster
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Stow Away... Kidd needed a way off that rock, being broke had it's disadvantages. He had heard the ship was heading to the Baroness. It was his chance to get there and find work as a pilot. There were bound to be many ships there with people looking for a crew. He had managed to sneak aboad into the cargo bay and find his way into a maintenance closet undetected. He laid on top of some crates, looking up at the light shining through the vents. He could hear footsteps above him. I need to stay quiet... he thought to himself as the continuous humming of the engines caused him to slowly drift off to sleep. |
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| MacTrom | Jan 8 2013, 03:01 PM Post #7 |
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Harbormaster
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Footsteps on the stairs ahead of him; Monte paused before continuing, taking measure and direction from the soft echo. Female, and going up. Probably the Companion on way to galley. A ping vibrates from the far distance, and he hesitates, evaluating it for trouble. Not important. Maybe a micro meteor skipping on the hull. He resumes his ascension and clears the upper hatch. The smell of fresh java tickles his nostrils as he steps clear the doorway and turns into the main common area. The bridge hatch closed as he stepped to the brewmaster; most likely the pilot heading forward. The other woman, Isla? was just settling into one of the loungers. He nodded a greeting and took a mug down, filling it and cradling it in both hands to absorb the warmth. "'Morning, Ma'm. Hope all is well with you today?" |
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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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| ribsource | Jan 9 2013, 01:45 AM Post #8 |
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After the Laursens, actually, Regans confession, Blaine had just stood there, and let the rest of them talk. Blaine didn't join in with the conversation, he had just watched, taken in the information, and his mind started to work. The guy was Alliance, and a pretty big wig at that, Blaine didn't feel comfortable with that. Regan wouldn't be able to put two and two together about Blaine himself, but Regan would be able to see things about him. That Blaine had Alliance training, that he was a soldier. Things which Blaine didn't want to be known. The conversation died down, and Blaine left the room, not saying goodbye or anything. He had just left. Blaine went back to his quarters, pulled out his PDA, and started the research. Research on Regan. Most of his time would be taken up by studying the man, getting to know him through his accomplishments and such. You could tell a lot of a man, by what was out there in the Verse, Blaine couldn't get to know him in close quarters or risk Regan himself finding out about him at the same time. Blaine had to play this whole job close to his chest, try not to give anything away about himself. During the journey Blaine had pretty much kept to himself, every now and then getting out into the ship, checking stuff, not really interacting with the crew, he didn't have time for them to be honest, he wouldn't be here for long, why get to know them? Blaine had used the time to check his own equipment, his guns, his surveillance, anything to keep the mundane of travel from setting in. Edited by ribsource, Jan 9 2013, 01:46 AM.
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Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter | |
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| splat.toad | Jan 9 2013, 06:18 AM Post #9 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Layla gratefully slumped into a chair on the bridge. She slid a second cup of coffee over to Reagan Wasn't sure if you'd want one. Figured I could just about fit in a second myself if not. She inhaled deeply from her own mug before continuing Anythin' interestin' to report, Cap'n? |
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| Limerickcot | Jan 9 2013, 07:52 AM Post #10 |
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Calm Berserker
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The Baroness Standing like a Jewell above the planet Verbena, the Baroness station is like a beacon for travellers transhipping from one destination to another. A bustling station, where ships normally have to jostle for position at one of its many docks. Large 2D screens flash down its length, constantly advertising anything from one of the local attorney's firms to the latest in Blue Sun cortabs. Any and all non-priority wave bands were being jammed by the advertising frequencies as each advert flashed by. Luckily, the traffic control frequencies were one of the non-jammed channels. "Rosin Dubh. We have you on approach vector. Please switch over to automatic guidance for final approach." The approach clearly showed one thing. There was probably only half of the traffic at the station than was normal for this time. Regan had been through it briefly in the past and the empty berths were a bit worrisome. It also made it quite plain why the postmaster had wanted the Rosin's cargo space so urgently. Nearly all of the ships he could identify at this range were from well established cargo lines. Very few passenger ships at all. And his scanner was picking up a range of ships just behind the station giving off some of the highest neutrino signatures he had seen since the war. "Rosin Dubh. Either switch over to automatic guidance or hold at the outer marker!" The control voice was getting irate. |
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| Varulven | Jan 9 2013, 09:47 AM Post #11 |
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From the copilot's seat, Regan nodded to Layla. "Better get us in quick as you can. Looking at the setup here, I'd rather we move on ASAP." He settled back to watch her dock the ship.... |
| 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 | Jan 9 2013, 06:38 PM Post #12 |
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Layla nodded, downed the rest of her coffee and swung into action. "Baroness, this is Roisin Dubh. Acknowledging your transmission. Be advised we have motion-sensitive cargo, switching to automatic guidance now." Her fingers hovered over the manual override controls as she felt the automatic guidance kick in and start manouvering the Rose towards one of the free docking ports. She flipped on the ships intercom, only wincing slightly at the sound of her own amplified voice. "Ladies and gents, it appears we've reached the Baroness a couple of hours early, we should be docked shortly. " Only two hours out from her calculations, she would have preferred closer, but not bad for a first flight. Her attention turned back to the docking. The unusual set up at the Baroness had her worried, but the automatic controls did seem to be doing their job. |
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| Limerickcot | Jan 9 2013, 06:56 PM Post #13 |
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Calm Berserker
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In the Baroness' control centre the operator frowned. His readings showed that the Rosin's pilot had transferred control, and his own instruments showed that he had control. But the Rosin was moving off plot. "Rosin Dubh! Over-ride! Over-ride! Your Navcomp's sending you into the "Kirin!" He watched waiting desperately for an acknowledgement. Behind him, a smartly dressed Alliance Commander strode up to his panel, ready to bark his own commands if the Rosin failed. On the other side of the station one of the Alliance ships stood to. |
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| splat.toad | Jan 9 2013, 07:48 PM Post #14 |
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Layla spotted the problem at virtually the same moment as the operator. She switched quickly over to manual controls before replying "Switching over now, Baroness. It's getting a bit tight here, I'm going to abort this approach and come round again on manual when you give us the all-clear. Swap us over to an isolated dock if possible" all traces of her usual jocular manner had vanished. This was business. Concentrating on the view in front of her and analysing the best route, she spoke sideways at Regan "Problems with the nav computer. Get Monte on it, now. And I'm going to need you checking on what's around outside" as she spoke, the Roisin Dubh started responding to her, turning up and away from the looming ship ahead. |
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| Varulven | Jan 9 2013, 09:13 PM Post #15 |
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"On it." Regan jabbed the comm panel with a finger and spoke urgently to the engine room. "Monte, NavComp's playing up, not taking commands from the station's docking system. We're coming around for a manual docking but I need you to get the system back up, now! He switched off the comm after Monte's answer, and moved on to the controls for the exterior sensors. First he quickly swung the camera round to look at the Kirin, the ship they'd just almost rammed, then turned his attention to finding an escape route through the forest of orbiting ships. He found what he was looking for. "There" he pointed through the windscreen. That frigate's moving position, making a gap in the crowd" His heart was in his mouth as he sat there, gripping the edge of the consol and watching Layla trying to save the ship.... |
| 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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| loneviking | Jan 10 2013, 12:56 AM Post #16 |
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Master of Disaster
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Kidd awoke by the sudden change in direction from the ship as he fell off the crate, knocking into a bunch of supplies that sent a loud crash throughout the cargo bay. The momentum caused him to roll through the Maintenance Door and out onto the Cargo Bay floor. "Ugh..." He looking up at the ceiling feeling a bit dizzy. |
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| MacTrom | Jan 10 2013, 01:12 AM Post #17 |
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Harbormaster
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Monte responded to the intercom and made one quick stop at the ship's locker to pick up his tool belt before entering the bridge. "Ok, I'm here. Give me a moment to track down the circuit." He settled at the secondary console and started tapping in codes, watching the trace of playback scroll over the computer display. For a moment he paused the display, then tapped in a second command. As the minutes ticked by, and Layla maneuvered the ship into a new parking slot, Monte worked feverishly to trace down the corrupted code. "Something wrong here. This should be working but the Alliance ID isn't being accepted as valid. " |
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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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| Limerickcot | Jan 10 2013, 02:42 AM Post #18 |
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Calm Berserker
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As Monte delved further into the innards he realised that this wasn't going to be a quick fix. At first glance there was absolutely nothing that looked out of place - apart from an excessive amount of heat being generated from underneath the motherboard. And yanking that at this time would cause any number of problems with the manual control that Layla was already wrestling with. He needed time to dismantle it properly. |
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| MacTrom | Jan 10 2013, 06:04 AM Post #19 |
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Monte cursed softly on trying to track down the navcom problem to no easy avail. He noticed the excessive overheating on the motherboard as he dug into the 'puter's innards looking for relay problems. "Ta me da! Aiya! Huaile! We're not going to fix this one quick. Put in to the station and I'll tear the motherboard out and inspect it. Might be a short in there somewhere, but anything I do here and now is just going to fry a multitude of other things." He sat back for a moment, crouched on the floor, studying the exposed wiring. |
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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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| splat.toad | Jan 10 2013, 07:00 AM Post #20 |
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Layla risked a smile at Regan "Don't worry cap'n, we'll be shiney. Older ships like this work just as well without all the fancy stuff" new captains were worse than new fathers. She kept the movements slow and easy as they swung round, heading for the new dock they'd been allocated by the slightly frantic Controller. Monte's pronouncement decided her "Gonna do this all on manual" if they didn't know the problem, there was no telling what systems were affected. She took her time on the approach, easing the ship alongside the Baroness and slowly lining up with the bay. |
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