<i><Dr. St. Clair>: Oh, heh, well... I didn't think we needed a security force here. N-not that I don't appreciate you all coming, of course. But... well, my colleagues hired you all without my consent, so I was a bit annoyed at them.
I don't think we have anything in the facility that shouldn't be here. I-I'm afraid your job may be a bit dull.
Never the less, I will put you all on d-duty. I have come to the conclusion that two groups of two and one one in the security room should suffice. H-how shall divide yourselves?</i>
<span style='color:orange'>*Valin turns coolly, and locks eyes with Stuart.* “Jumpy, eh? Very well, I’ll go by myself and stay in the security room.” *He narrows his eyes as he maintains his stare at Stuart.* “And I think you need more respect, man, or things aren’t going to be too pleasant around here.”</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Calawen plays with her food, not realy eating it, but listerns carefuly to his words.* /Whispers"Anything that shoudn't be here..." *She then looks up at the scientist.* "So what sort of research are you doing here? I mean, we have to know what we're guarding right?"</span>
<i><Dr. St. Clair>: Well, a g-good deal of it I'm not allowed to t-tell you about. W-what I can tell you is, I've been digging into the moon, a-and I've found some very interesting phenomena. There apparently is a network of c-caves; heated by volcanic activity, and f-filled with argon. These areas will be o-off limits; considering you can't b-breathe argon. No, you'll be pattrolling th-the mineral processing sectors, and the spectral a-analysis areas.</i>
<span style='color:red'>"Sounds boring." *Then she turns to Finrod and does and impression of the scientist.* "H-how about you and m-me patrol the spectral a-analysis room." *Then stops and looks at him with doey eyes* "I'd go insane if I was paired up with those 'Neanderthals'." *Gestures at Valin, Xon and Stuart.*</span>
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*Waves a dismissive hand at Calawen. Turns to Xon.* "Dont worry about it man, she's like that now but if something goes down, she'll be singin' a differant tune, I garuntee it."
<span style='color:red'>"Well lets not waste anymore time here. I think we have our patrol teams arranged." *Turns back to the scientist.* "Dr. Clair would you mind escorting us to our assigned areas?"</span>
<i><Dr. St. Clair>: O-of course. I'll t-take, (Valin is it?), Valin to the Security R-room. As for th-the rest of you, simply pick a d-direction, and s-start walking. Make a l-loop about the facility, and return h-here every h-hour.</i>
<span style='color:chartreuse'>*Gets up and starts walking down one of the corridors. Starts up drone and starts driving it down another corridor, checking the remote control once in a while to give new waypoint orders to the drone.*</span>
<i>You and Calawen begin walking down the corridors. However, something strikes you as odd. Besides the now-familiar odor of cleaning fluid, you don't see any activity in the labs or offices. The lights are on, and the equipment is on, but there doesn't appear to be anyone around.
You can also feel vibrations in the ship that to you (Finrod, that is) are reminescent of industrial machinery.</i>
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OOC: I think sniper(Xon) has bailed, what do we do?
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*Walking down the hall, relaxed but aware. He notices that there arnt many people around, but hey, maybe it's just off-hours. Notices his watch has stopped.*
OCC: Sorry I was away for the day. And I'm away every weekend. My character will follow the others and defend herself if nessescery.
<span style='color:red'>*Calawen hasn't eaten any of the food layed out infront of her, but pockets a few bread rolls when no one is looking and then gets up and follows Finrod and the scientist.* *Walking down the corridors she trys to peek into the labs every so often to see what is happening inside them.*</span>
<span style='color:chartreuse'>"Probably some research equipment. Doesn't look familiar to me, but I'm no scientist either. I could probably figure out the function of the things, but really, I have no reason to. I'm here for the job, and that's it. By the way, where do you come from? It's not too common to meet people with lycene ancestry in mercenary companies, so I must say I was quite surprised to see someone of my own kind here. Personally, I explain away my lack of Lycene peace with the fact that I never knew my Father, and my mother was human"</span>
<span style='color:red'>I never really knew my parents." *Calawen looks down while she talks.* "My mother was Lycene. I grew up with her. My father was.. is a Terran. He travels a lot. I don't see much of him." *A tear wells up in her eye. She quickly changes the subject.* "So, about my name. I didn't want to tell you back on Terra. I'm wanted in four continents. But now we're working together, my names is... Alizebeth. Lizziy for short."</span>
<span style='color:red'>"To make a long story short, I was just trying to make money fast. Where I was taking it from it wouldn't be missed." *Looks out a porthole.* "It's not like I killed anyone..."</span>
<span style='color:chartreuse'>*Slightly enlightened by the fact that he's not walking around on a deserted corridor with a psychopathic murderer, Finrod relaxes again.*
"Well, certainly sounds like someone thought they'd miss them."
"I don't believe in taking what isn't yours. Might be more fair, but it only gets people ****, and that's not funny. But well, I take it you're not planning to return to Terra once you're done here?"</span>
<span style='color:red'>"It has nothing to do with 'fairness'. My life hasn't been fair. I simply take what I need, nothing more." *Calawen is silent for a while, then she decides to talk suddenly.* "I remember the day well. It was raining heavily when 'they' raided our hackers den." *Calawen looks down when she speaks, searching inside of her. Pulling up long forgotten memories. She spits out the word 'they' like an insult.* "Damn routine. We got access to root at 07:58, just before the account transfers were processed. I missed the magnetic-train, because my accounts were suspended. That’s when I knew 'they' were onto us. I still went to the 'safe house' to see what had become to the others. It was a long walk. Longer in the rain. There were several unmarked black cars and SWAT vans outside when I got there." *A tear comes to her eye.* "They were like family to me. 'They' took them all away. All I could do was walk away. I've never followed a routine since that day. It lets them know where you are. And what your doing next." *Carries on walking then brightens up and smiles to herself.* "There is nothing on Terra for me now. My futures out there." *Looks out a porthole into the depths of space.*</span>
<span style='color:chartreuse'>"Hey, that wasn't nice. Actually I didn't"
*Finrod starts walking a bit faster, obviously angered, and turns to the remote control again, driving the drone around some other corridor in the ship.*</span>
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I don't think we have anything in the facility that shouldn't be here. I-I'm afraid your job may be a bit dull.
Never the less, I will put you all on d-duty. I have come to the conclusion that two groups of two and one one in the security room should suffice. H-how shall divide yourselves?</i>
"I aint goin with Valin. Be goddamned if i'll have his jumpy **** watchin my back."
*Keeps eye contact with Valin*
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“Jumpy, eh? Very well, I’ll go by myself and stay in the security room.”
*He narrows his eyes as he maintains his stare at Stuart.*
“And I think you need more respect, man, or things aren’t going to be too pleasant around here.”</span>
/Whispers"Anything that shoudn't be here..."
*She then looks up at the scientist.*
"So what sort of research are you doing here? I mean, we have to know what we're guarding right?"</span>
*Then she turns to Finrod and does and impression of the scientist.*
"H-how about you and m-me patrol the spectral a-analysis room."
*Then stops and looks at him with doey eyes*
"I'd go insane if I was paired up with those 'Neanderthals'."
*Gestures at Valin, Xon and Stuart.*</span>
*Waves a dismissive hand at Calawen. Turns to Xon.*
"Dont worry about it man, she's like that now but if something goes down, she'll be singin' a differant tune, I garuntee it."
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"Sure. Not too many Linar around these parts.
Of cause, there's not a lot of people of any sort here, but you get the point";)</span>
*Turns back to the scientist.*
"Dr. Clair would you mind escorting us to our assigned areas?"</span>
*Valin stands up, ready to leave.*</span>
Er, sorry, Epoch. I modified the post.
*Crosses her legs and sit back into the chair.*</span>
*Claps Xon on the shoulder.*
"Lets hit it man."
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<i>You and Calawen begin walking down the corridors. However, something strikes you as odd. Besides the now-familiar odor of cleaning fluid, you don't see any activity in the labs or offices. The lights are on, and the equipment is on, but there doesn't appear to be anyone around.
You can also feel vibrations in the ship that to you (Finrod, that is) are reminescent of industrial machinery.</i>
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*Walking down the hall, relaxed but aware. He notices that there arnt many people around, but hey, maybe it's just off-hours. Notices his watch has stopped.*
"Damn."
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<span style='color:red'>*Calawen hasn't eaten any of the food layed out infront of her, but pockets a few bread rolls when no one is looking and then gets up and follows Finrod and the scientist.*
*Walking down the corridors she trys to peek into the labs every so often to see what is happening inside them.*</span>
"What do you think it all does?"</span>
*Calawen looks down while she talks.*
"My mother was Lycene. I grew up with her. My father was.. is a Terran. He travels a lot. I don't see much of him."
*A tear wells up in her eye. She quickly changes the subject.*
"So, about my name. I didn't want to tell you back on Terra. I'm wanted in four continents. But now we're working together, my names is... Alizebeth. Lizziy for short."</span>
*Finrod takes a step away from Calawen, surpriced by the information"
"Whoo, what did you do for that to happen?".</span>
*Looks out a porthole.*
"It's not like I killed anyone..."</span>
"Well, certainly sounds like someone thought they'd miss them."
"I don't believe in taking what isn't yours. Might be more fair, but it only gets people ****, and that's not funny. But well, I take it you're not planning to return to Terra once you're done here?"</span>
*Calawen is silent for a while, then she decides to talk suddenly.*
"I remember the day well. It was raining heavily when 'they' raided our hackers den."
*Calawen looks down when she speaks, searching inside of her. Pulling up long forgotten memories. She spits out the word 'they' like an insult.*
"Damn routine. We got access to root at 07:58, just before the account transfers were processed. I missed the magnetic-train, because my accounts were suspended. That’s when I knew 'they' were onto us. I still went to the 'safe house' to see what had become to the others. It was a long walk. Longer in the rain. There were several unmarked black cars and SWAT vans outside when I got there."
*A tear comes to her eye.*
"They were like family to me. 'They' took them all away. All I could do was walk away. I've never followed a routine since that day. It lets them know where you are. And what your doing next."
*Carries on walking then brightens up and smiles to herself.*
"There is nothing on Terra for me now. My futures out there."
*Looks out a porthole into the depths of space.*</span>
*Finrod starts walking a bit faster, obviously angered, and turns to the remote control again, driving the drone around some other corridor in the ship.*</span>