NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is my first proper attempt at a sort-of character RP - so I'm not that good, especially with the beginnings :)

20:32, Ship Time
Crewman Jones heads towards the central dinner hall. The crew of the GCU Not That Much Gravitas are tired, from a long-distance haul to a far-away colony, in the Ursae Majoris B system. He turns to Crewman Yoss, who is walking with him.

"So. What do you reckon on that new drink they've got in?"

"Oh, that wine stuff. Yeah, not too bad, I suppose. Might have some in a minute."

Yoss was a tall, slender woman, with dark brown hair and a penchant for quoting old Earth films. In contrast, Jones was a stocky young man with blonde hair, who was new to the ship. Yoss had sort of taken him under he wing, shown him the ropes. Not that he needed that - the crew of the Contact section were put through extensive training programs before even being allowed to set foot on a ship. Nevertheless, he appreciated the gesture, and had become quite close to Yoss in the past few weeks.

"Hate it myself. Can't stand this ship food, it's so....bland."

"Hehe. You get used to it, just give it a couple more months."

Yoss winked at him. They entered the door of the large hall, just in time to see Crewman Barnes vomiting into a waste disposal unit.

"Still, some don't get used to it after serving for years. Isn't that right, Barnes?"

Barnes looked up at Yoss and nodded, before turning back to the disposal unit and vomiting again. Jones chuckles, and points at the poster on the wall. It reads 'MENU FOR TONIGHT'.

"So....what have we got today?"

Jones walks up to the menu and reads it.

"Tuna and chips. Steak and chips. Pizza and chips. Tch, they have chips with everything! How are we getting a good meal with chips every day?"

"Relax, it's not always like this. They go through periods of the same stuff. You can guarantee that next month, it'll be mashed potatoes with everything."

"Still hate it. It's not even real food!"

The two get into the queue at the food dispensal unit, and both choose steak. They sit on a table together, and begin to eat.

"This drink isn't so bad, y'know Jones? It's kind of....fruity."

Jones sighs.

"I much prefer a beer myself, but there you go."

Yoss chuckles.

"You need to decrease your expectations some. You complain about the food, you complain about the drink, you complain about the shifts, you compla...."

The woman cuts off in mid-sentence - a large explosion is heard, and the dinner hall shakes violently. Cups, plates and crewmembers fly around the room. Jones looks at Yoss, who is spreadeagled on the floor against a pillar.

"Holy shit! What was that?"

"I don't know. We'd better..."

The voice of the ship comes over the comms channel.

"This is the ship. We have encountered an unknown vessel. We are taking fire. All personnel are requested to don battle gear in case of boarding. Do not worry, the situation is presently under control."

The noise of the ship's cannons firing fills the vessel, and it lurches violently to one side. Yoss shouts to Jones.

"Come on! We need to get back to the accomodation section - get your CREW and your armour. GO!"

Jones nods, and runs out of the hall, and towards to the living quarters.

21:45, Ship Time

The hull of Not That Much Gravitas drifts past a field of debris. A transmission repeats, echoing in the blackness of space.

tight beam, M1, tra. @n4.28.882.1398]
xNot That Much Gravitas
oAny Recieving Vessel

...ship....distress....assaulted....unknown vessels, massive damage susta.....weapons systems off...assistance needed. Repeat.....
∞

The vessel floats gently, about 10minutes from the star of Ursae Majoris B...

OOC: tags you did a good job. What kind of characters do you need? Passengers, or maybe I could be the captain's daughter. Let me know.

OOC: tags you did a good job. What kind of characters do you need? Passengers, or maybe I could be the captain's daughter. Let me know.

OOC: Thanks. Well, I'm sort of looking for a ship to come along and board the hulk at the minute.

OOC: okay I will try it out.
IC: Isabella shook with the boat. What the hell just happened. It felt as if their boat came into contact with another. She ran to her father's main room. "Father, what just happened?" Fright sounded in her tone. Her father was a stern man. He had been in the military and now was a captain of this ship. The boat was named Bella's Dream, after her. The captain reached out and touched her chin. "My dear little girl don't worry. Somehow we ran into another ship."
"How can you just run into a ship?"
"I don't know somehow it appeared out of nowhere. We had no knowledge of it. That is what I am going to go find out. I would like you to accompany me. You are always a good talker. Maybe we can find something out. Hurry along with me." Isabella nodded. She had talked to many fights out. Her dad had always used her to his advantage. It was hard for the men to ignore her though. Plus, her dad was could be quite frightening if he chosed to be. Isabella walked next to her father. She wore a dress. She almost felt out of place when she walked outside. Most of the people standing on the dock were commoners. She obviously wasn't. Her gown was long and flowed with ever movement she made. Her hair was long and with dark curls. She looked much like a queen from European times. Her eyes were large and puppy brown eyes. No one could take away their eyes when she connected with them. Her and her father walked across and towards where they could board the other boat. Behind them were about ten men armed to protect them. A few of the next in line were and estimating the damage and trying to direct people to go back inside while the mechanics worked on the damage. Isabella walked onto the boat and looked in awe around her.

The crew inside the lifeboat were all unconcious, except for a lone man, who stared at the girl in disbelief.

"Eh? What the hell? You here to rescue us? We were attacked.....our vessel was destroyed. We managed to make it to the lifeboat just before....before...."

The man passes out.

Isabella looked at her father. She yelled,"Go back to the boat and grab the first aid kits. This is going to be a lot of work. Grab any people with knowledge on first aid. Go to the kitchen and grab vinegar. Maybe that will work to wake them up. Funny they think their help is the ones who hurt them. Hurry." A few of the men ran back to the boat and gathered the supplies. She bent down to the man who just passed out. She checked his breathing, which he was and then his circulation. He seemed okay. "Probably just the shock." She tapped him checks trying to wake him up. She put some vinegar under his nose to wake him. She checked on the others for any damage. A few had cuts and she treaeted them with alcohol and bandaged them. She stabalized their necks and would check later for spinal cord damage. She hoped one would wake up soon. She looked at her father and he had left. She remained with the ship's men. She had covered them so they would not go into further shock from the cold. She waited for someone to wake up so she could question them. She wiped her forehead and wondered why so many had passed out when the damage to the boat wasn't that bad.