The familiar sounds and scents of the bridge had finally seeped its way into Dante's senses, now he felt like he was at home, the low humming of the consoles filling his eardrums put him at ease and made him feel completely relaxed, he gazed around the deck satisfied and began to make his way down the narrow isle towards the pilots alcove, his hands brushed along the cold support rails to his side, he sidestepped around the captains chair in all it's grandeur and awe inspiring features and made his way down a couple of steps till he came to a high backed chair with wires surrounding it and a huge console infront with a multitude of lights flickering across it and a helmet set across from the chair, a smirk manifested itself upon Dante's features as he stepped up to the chair and allowed himself to lounge in it unconditonally, a long relaxed sigh escaping his lips. He lent forward and gazed at the holographic panel infront of him, he lifted it up into thin air so that he could sit back in the comfort of his chair and begin a standard systems check to make sure the ship was in good condition.
His digits danced across the small holo panel, dragging small icons this way and that as multiple graphs and reports filled his mind accompanied by the small buzz of the ship, he began with the engines, thumbing a small activation rune on the panel a bright flash of light erupted from behind the ship as the engines flared to life momentarily spilling engine plasma into the space around the space station before dying down.
"Engines are good"
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S'hare glanced around the dining area, taking in the few faces already there. It seemed like much of the work needing to be done, was already being done, so she decided to make sure the table was clear and the crap that didn't need to be on the table for the moment was moved over, lest food or something got spilled on something important. She then wandered over to see if anyone else needed help with anything. IF not, she would probably go and collect the few who hadn't made there way down yet so they knew it was almost mealtime. After all you didn't want to miss a meal unless you couldn't avoid it. You never knew when the next one might be.
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“Hiya Shar'e,” greeted Reco, peering from behind the kitchen counter as she walked through the door. “I hope your hungry...” he smiled, his tail flicking from side to side. Reco glanced at the oven once more – before opening it again. The smell of freshly roasted beef and chicken drifted across the kitchen, forcing itself without any regard into everyone’s noses, teasing and temping them with the glory that was on its way. Reco, with his little small hand holding onto a pair of tongs carefully poked and checked the meat and vegetables in the oven to make sure they were almost to perfection before closing the door. Turning back to the table, he noticed that S'hare had carefully perpeared the table and was now looking for something more to do.
“Hey S'hare,” asked Reco, his small height meant that his chin was only just visable above the work counter, “If you’re not busy could you see if you can find and gather everyone: food will be ready to serve in about 5 minutes.”
Kraehe laughed at Reco, "I never left the ship, Reco. I've been in my room and up at the guns, checking everything." She said, smiling and leaning her head down onto the table. S'hare turned up and Reco asked if she could go and find everyone. "Yeah, S'hare! I'm starving." Kraehe whined, making her wings flap gently in emphasis, "I'm wasting away!" She groaned and turned her head into the table, her mind drifting to when they would next be moving. She got bored staying in one place too long - it was her nature to move and to explore. She was itching to go for a fly around the ship before she was cooped up again, but food was important to her.
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S'hare smirked softly. "I could probably eat a dead Rocadian Bushboar right about now...." she mused with a soft chuckle. She then heard Reco ask her to go grab the rest of the crew who was still missing lest they miss out on the food. "No problem. I was about to go do a sweep for folks anyway. I think we're missing the Captain and one or two others, aren't we?" She walked past the table towards the door and heard Kraehe speak to her. She glanced back at her. "I'll try to hurry, depends on where our missing members are hiding... though I might threaten to eat there share if they don't hustle there ass down..." she smirked softly. "Oh...the new parts for the port gun arrived, and so did the stuff to augment the scopes and sensor array. I do believe that new gun your where drooling over arrived too. I'll probably head over after dinner to start working on getting things together on it. You can help of course...."
She headed out of the mess to hunt down the stragglers, stopping first to the navigation section, finding Dante first. "Better haul your ass to the mess hall or I'm eating your share of dinner Dante...." she chuckled softly as she waited for him to respond.
T-bone took a seat with his make shift bid and looked at the feast in fron tof him his tail wagging. he was filthy from engine soot and oil and really hoped he wasnt told to go and get a shower before he was allowed to eat. working on the engines always gave him an appetite. infact tinkering with anyrthing made him hungry, so he was hungry almost all of the time.
"Pass ssssalt pleassssss" he hissed. his muzzle really didnt help for saying s in the human langauge it sounded more like a gargled snarl but r's were even worse.
Name: Mikal Corvus
Position: "Public Relations Specialist"
General appearance: 6'4" With a lean, but athletic build. He has blue near-luminessent eyes that stand as a sharp contrast to his dark brown hair, cut close from his recent service in the Confederacy's police agency, and before that, the Vulcarian Airforce. Since his discharge from the Internal Security Service, he'd preffered to wearing his old military uniform; An olove green jumpsuit, often with the upper half tied around his waist, exposing a white T-shirt, with black military issue boots, and his Airforce dogtags, along with a small gold locket, hanging loosely around his neck. Mikal is typical of many Vulcarians, a near-human spacefaring race from the edges of the galaxy. Vulcarians, as a race are known for their excellent ship manufacture, notibly the twin corporations of Magna Heavy Industries, and Magna Military Solutions, as well as the mighty Vulcarian Navy. As a people, their tall, fair-skinned, and have distinctive near-luminessent eyes in shades of blues, greens, and yellows.
Skills/Abilities: Vulcarian physology allows Mikal the ability to see in the dark, up to near-black conditions, Mikal's past in both the Vulcarian Airforce, and Confedrate ISS has made him a capable marksman, skilled at operation starship weapons batteries, as well as a certian degree of familiarity with close combat.
Personality: Ostensibly an outgoing and happy-go-lucky person, He learned over the years that the best way to keep people away from the "Real" him was to act in a way that nobody would think there was anything wrong. Inside, he is infact deeply tortured by the events of his past. On the outside, he maintains the personality of the cocky flyboy, Always confident in everything he does, wether it be flying, fighting, or women, which he loves equally. He also possesses a strong sense of loyalty, duty, and an almost obessive sense of justice, a lasting effect from his years in the police force.
Mikal hated sleeping. It wasnt the rest, or the downtime. He couldnt get enough of either of those. He hated closing his eyes because of the dreams. He had to face it eventually; Sleeplessness kills good judgement, and the crew relies on him far too much. As he felt himself drift off, they came almost on cue.
Images swirled, painful memories presented in scattershot.
"Mikal Corvus! Answer the question!" A voice shouted in echo from blackness. "Answer the question...Did you shoot him?" His subconcious flashed, an image of a wounded man, frightened, his eyes pleading, a gunshot, then darkness.
"In God's name, why?"
Darkness came again, pierced by the shrill cry of a young girl screaming. "Help Me!"
Just like an old movie, it played itself out, and came to the same conclusion. As if startled by the scream, Mikal bolted awake, sitting straight up, and drenched in a cold sweat. His breathing slowed to normal, and for a moment, He just sat there, the relative silence around him. Every night this happens, and every night he wakes this same way. With a groan, he looked over at his watch. Somehow, his own personal hell always gave him between six and seven hours of sleep.
"Aint much sense in sitting around.." he muttered to himself, as he got out of bed, and began wandering about his bunk. "...Now, where'd i put my pants?"
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(OOC: Because @Poetic Screamer isn't around, i'm gonna skip head with my character. Hope that's cool.)
Lei was nervous to say the least. It wasn't that she was scared of taking a ride on this ship with this strange crew that she knew next to nothing about. No that had nothing to do with it. To be honest, she quite liked the Captain. It was rare even in this day and age to have a female captaining any kind of ship, guess it was hard for some men to let go of the whole gender stereotype. But that was besides the point, after negotiating a little with Captain Lamport about fees and the eventual destination that Lei would be dropped off at, the good Captain suggested she check out the ship itsel before committing to anything and promptly returned to her drink.
'How bad could it be?' Leiliana thought as she headed towards the docking bays. Soon, she was face to well....face with the Daedalus which was truly a ship like no othe she'd ever seen and had Lei hitch-hiked on all sorts of starcraft to the military ships with their high-class technology to complete bangers....but this, gave a whole new name to a beat up vehicle, it was old and had clearly had multitudes of repairs done to it. But seriously it looked like it should be in a museum, could it even fly?
Figuring she'd find out sooner or later, she shouldered her pack and approached the ship. Knocking on the wall as she entered the vessel, Lei yelled out to anyone who was near ”hello, is there anyone there?”
The pants weren't too hard to find. Not many people, no matter how hung over, could miss olive drab green coveralls. Rubbing sleep, and last night from his eyes, he set about getting dressed. A T-shirt, and black boots accompanied his coveralls, finishing it off, he plucked his old Airforce dogtags from a nearby hook. Threading his head through the loop, he let the rectangular metallic slivers fall against his chest. For a moment, he paused, and just sighed, his fingers probing the beat up little locket sandwiched between the peices of cold military steel.
He wouldn't have more than a second of introspection though, as a noise, and a foreign voice echoed through the ship. Shoving his necklace under his shirt, he spun around, and reached immediately for an equally abused military jacket. Swinging it over his shoulders, he slid his arms into the sleeves, and let the rest of the long, heavy jacket fall down his body. When it did so, it came to a rest with a weighted thump against his right hip. The galaxy was a dangerous place. Anyone could be out to kill you, especially if they sounded cute.
Out of his bunk he went. and toward the only open door in the place. He wasnt really sure what to expect up ahead, but he was pretty sure it would involve shooting. That was, until he rounded the corner. "Hey there." He spoke up, a bit disarmed by her looks. He wasnt stupid though. She didnt strike him as some lost girl, or happy-go-lucky mechanic. "I hate to be rude, but its pretty early by my watch, care to tell me what this is about?"
Now, when Kraehe said food was important to her, that wasn't the only thing and when S'hare mentioned the new gun, she shot straight up. "What?! You mean...it's here...NOW?!" Suddenly, she was lost. Did she eat? Or did she go inspect her new baby? She looked anxiously and sat down. Food was being served. Eat quickly. Gun later. She nodded and set about gorging herself. She was probably going to make herself sick, but she didn't care and in less than 5 minutes, she had already eaten her share and was flying out of the room quickly. "You know where to find me!" She called out as she left.
She entered the cargo hold where her precious gun would be held until she fitted it together and she saw it a large crate. "Oh...my...gosh..." She whispered and squealed with excitement. She couldn't wait to rip it open
Shar'e went around and finished collecting any rogue stragglers she could find of the crew, all giving the same ultimatum, 'get yours ass to the mess for dinner or starve till next meal'. Once she finished up making the rounds, she shot back down to the mess hall and grabbed her share of the food, starting to eat it before she scooted into one of the seats near T-Bone. She ate quickly though and took her plate to the sink to clean it off and set it aside to washed later. As she hadn't seen Kraehe when she returned, she assumed she was probably down drooling at the box with her new gun in it. She figured she better get down to the hold and give her a hand before she potentially accidentally damaged something. She made a quick stop to the weapon's bay to grab one of the lift carts so she could load the box on it and they could bring it back to the weapon's bay to assemble it all. She had seen Kraehe on the way to grab the cart, as the Cargo hold was right in the same space area. A bulkhead with smaller hanger style doors was the only thing that really separated the section from the cargo hold. She came back out from the weapon's bay with one of the lift carts and glanced over to Kraehe. "So shall we get your baby out of the box and assembled so you can go drool over it..." she said with a soft smirk on her face. It was amusing sometimes to watch the fellow gun freak squeal over new weapons like an orbiter platform kid hearing they where going surface side to visit there favorite rock band...
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