Siesatia
01-11-2008, 08:44
OOC: The original episode can be found here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=414691. This Roleplay bugged several of its participants, in the fact that it was never concluded. We’ve spent some time preparing for its return, there has been a minor cast change, but the series is set to continue…
If you want to be involved, please contact Siesatia, or Tappee.
IC:
The SSV Sarthrasekia was a small military frigate of Siesatian origin, one-hundred and twenty meters long, it was armed with three plasma cannons, a tractor beam, and a high speed Vector Engine… It had been a fast attacker with thirty-eight souls serving onboard, that was, until it had taken a direct MAC Cannon Blast in battles with the Borian Pirates who had patrolled this area. For ten years its corridors had been silent, the stale air trapped in some sections of the ship, silent…
“Motherfucking piece of shit!” The Radarian technician’s yells could be heard over the radios…
“What is it now Jax?” A female voice came now…
“The goddamned plasma coils are fucking fused… They’re fucking fused, I’ve been hacking away for two fucking days and they’re fused!” The tech responded,
“Should have checked a little more carefully, huh?”
“You’re a bitch Claire… You know that?”
Claire leaned back in her chair, pulling the headset off her long ears, her hair was matted with oils, they’d been forced to lubricate every single door on the ship, most of them had long since frozen shut… Ever since going independent she’d been getting jobs like this… Assisting the salvage operations they had going now that the Thruway Wars had ended; the war against piracy had left hulks like this laying about the area and Vector had been increasingly interested in reclaiming the hulks of their old ships, they would refurbish and resell the stock of ships for the international market. Used ships were in high demand…
Shrugging off her work uniform, revealing a lithe Burmecian body, she put off a shower for sleep… It would be another day or so, once power was restored she could ditch the salvage team she’d been forced to babysit, and perhaps continue her own little side project… Slipping into bed, she felt around in the darkness until she found a small digital pad, picking it up, she updated her mail database, something she hadn’t been able to do until recently out here; Vector had only just established service out here today. Mail scrolled in, a few messages from home that were cycled almost immediately into the Delete folder, plenty of notices, invoices, a few crew applications, but what she was really after were a few messages from several old friends of her father’s… She’d read them tomorrow… She thought, turning over, she could see two golden lights, they blinked a couple of times… It was just the little serpent she had come across on one of her expeditions to San Francisco Station, the local hub for ship supplies. She had thought about getting a cage for it, but could never bring herself to do it… It had been around that time that she had begun this quest to find the Robin, her Father’s old ship… She drifted off to sleep, something else that had been easier since acquiring the little creature…
The next morning she woke up showered, and dressed, stopping only to throw a matching cap on that bore the ships logo. Walking down the corridor, she skirted around the protruding pipes, cables, and occasional supply rack that choked the ships passages. The Morningstar was an old ship that had seen more refits and owners then most fleets, she had picked it up from Vector for a song… Despite its age, it could hold an enormous amount of cargo, more then most of the newer ships of similar size. Despite being slower then most, it had easily won the bid for transporting the salvage teams to the ships out here in the wastes.
Normally it was a ten person cargo carrier, but she had always managed with three, Herself, her chief engineer Yoko, a member of the thin, birdlike race known as the Al’ha, and the ships doctor, Cecil, who was an earthborn Human who had somehow managed to find himself thirty-thousand lightyears from home with no way back.
She passed the Galley, where several members of the Salvage team were busy eating to find Jax Ralley, the foulmouthed leader of the group, busy chewing out one of his subordinates… Waiting until his tirade ended, she approached him.
”Got your team ready to move over to the Sarthrasekia?” She asked, leaning against the wall.
“Yeah, you leaving?” He asked gruffly,
“Contract ended the moment that ships power came online; I’ve already been credited by Vector. So if you could get your crap off the deck in an hour, I can be on my way.” She said.
“I’d like to see you or those other two lightweights make us leave, we’d lay you faster than you can blink… And then who’ll be ordering who off the ship. We’ll get off when we feel like it.” He said, shoving her lightly by pushing her left shoulder. Bad move. A jaw breaking uppercut connected, sending the fat man to the floor, he started to get up, blood in the corner of his mouth. Claire pulled him up by the collar…
“You don’t touch me, you don’t touch my crew, and you don’t touch my ship… You have 58 Minutes to get off this ship or I’ll space the whole lot of you…” She said, and she meant it… She’d spent enough time being shoved around when she was younger to take it now. Watching as he ran off, clutching his jaw, she turned, heading for the Bridge.
It had been close, but the salvage team had been off the ship fifty-three minutes after the altercation. The Morningstar blasted away from the location, and towards the San Francisco station. Claire was busy working out the numbers… She had raked in 1.4 Million credits, a tidy sum for the work… Most ships had crew compliments of 15, and they would be lucky to see 30,000 Credits each assignment, even less if they worked within some larger company… But being a freelancer, with only two crew, she could afford to be generous… Besides, they were the best. Yoko was an engineering genius, she could take something apart, and put it back together again in her head faster then most computers, she had found her on Yara, a mining colony where she fixed just about anything… and Cecil had been a Trauma surgeon for a government research hospital on Earth before deciding to move on to more lucrative jobs. Both would rake in nearly 250,000 Credits this run, leaving the rest of the 900,000 Credits to Claire and the large loan she was paying off from the purchase of the Morningstar, so far she hadn’t missed a payment and was even considering buying a second ship.
Cecil entered the bridge area carrying a steaming mug of coffee; the burly Irishman was always drinking the stuff, or smoking…
“What’s the next job?” He asked, sitting in one of the console chairs near the side of the small section of the ship.
“Nothing for a while, I’m bidding on another job, another Vector salvage mission, might be a big one, but it’s not for three months.” She said, pulling up a window on the main screen, displaying a listing of ship names, capacities, and of course, the ever important Bid. The Morningstar was up towards the top of the list, Claire was able to keep costs low, she might not be able to hold as much as the big fancy salvage yachts, but she could usually undercut their costs by a large enough amount to catch someone’s eye.
“So we’re looking at a three month vacation?” Cecil asked, hopefully.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to take some time off, I plan on taking Yoko with me to meet with someone, some people, actually…”
“Still looking for that Pirate ship? You’ve been at it for years…”
“The Robin was never sighted during the Thruway war; they were never affiliated with any of the cartels… But some of their exploits were spectacular…”
“It doesn’t hurt things at all that your father was the second in command… Besides, look where that ship landed him… He’s spending eight-hundred years in stasis for over forty acts of piracy, murder, larceny, kidnapping, and extortion, hell, the Dockyard Master at San Francisco hesitates whenever he sees your last name…”
“And your point is?” She asked testily,
“Just don’t do anything to screw up your career, in ten years time you could have twenty ships at the rate we’re raking in the credits… Besides, it wouldn’t help me any if you got carted off to stasis, someone’s gotta pay for my coffee…” He said, gesturing with the cup; it probably cost him three thousand credits to get the beans from earth: he refused to settle for the synthesized stuff...
Approaching the planet three days later, the Morningstar entered Geostationary orbit. Claire had managed to find a small shipping contract from the San Francisco to the planet, it hadn’t really warranted a full cargo ship, but the shippers had snapped her up, giving her permits to visit the system and everything… It was all above-board as far as anyone knew… A suspicious security team had already come onboard to search for contraband and found nothing… She had set up this place as the meeting spot, it was Neutral, and there was a non-extradition policy… Not to mention, security was a joke once you got inside… They were really only interested in keeping some of the nastier drugs out of the system, and didn’t even attempt to enforce any kind of weapons laws…
She scrolled over the message she had sent out to those she could find on the Interlinks;
To: [Folder:BSRCrew]
From: CFedrich-Redblade//Morningstar Shipping Company
Subject: Concerning the Brave Sir Robin [Flagged: Extreme Importance]
The Brave Sir Robin has been located. With the major Pirate Wars over, an attempt to recover it and its cargo should be made. Another chance may not arise, especially now that Vector Minerals is starting to survey the area the Robin is hidden in. I will arrive in the attached system on the attached date; I can stay for no longer than twenty-four hours.
While many of you will be skeptical of this, and of me, just remember, while many will know that my father, Tyr, blasted his way out of the San Francisco dockyard, few, if none outside the crew knew he had placed an order for the coils to make it work with Ryx just hours previously, or that he had left his most prized possession in the hands of Dante…
Attached Files: SpatialCoordinatesBSRCrew1
If you want to be involved, please contact Siesatia, or Tappee.
IC:
The SSV Sarthrasekia was a small military frigate of Siesatian origin, one-hundred and twenty meters long, it was armed with three plasma cannons, a tractor beam, and a high speed Vector Engine… It had been a fast attacker with thirty-eight souls serving onboard, that was, until it had taken a direct MAC Cannon Blast in battles with the Borian Pirates who had patrolled this area. For ten years its corridors had been silent, the stale air trapped in some sections of the ship, silent…
“Motherfucking piece of shit!” The Radarian technician’s yells could be heard over the radios…
“What is it now Jax?” A female voice came now…
“The goddamned plasma coils are fucking fused… They’re fucking fused, I’ve been hacking away for two fucking days and they’re fused!” The tech responded,
“Should have checked a little more carefully, huh?”
“You’re a bitch Claire… You know that?”
Claire leaned back in her chair, pulling the headset off her long ears, her hair was matted with oils, they’d been forced to lubricate every single door on the ship, most of them had long since frozen shut… Ever since going independent she’d been getting jobs like this… Assisting the salvage operations they had going now that the Thruway Wars had ended; the war against piracy had left hulks like this laying about the area and Vector had been increasingly interested in reclaiming the hulks of their old ships, they would refurbish and resell the stock of ships for the international market. Used ships were in high demand…
Shrugging off her work uniform, revealing a lithe Burmecian body, she put off a shower for sleep… It would be another day or so, once power was restored she could ditch the salvage team she’d been forced to babysit, and perhaps continue her own little side project… Slipping into bed, she felt around in the darkness until she found a small digital pad, picking it up, she updated her mail database, something she hadn’t been able to do until recently out here; Vector had only just established service out here today. Mail scrolled in, a few messages from home that were cycled almost immediately into the Delete folder, plenty of notices, invoices, a few crew applications, but what she was really after were a few messages from several old friends of her father’s… She’d read them tomorrow… She thought, turning over, she could see two golden lights, they blinked a couple of times… It was just the little serpent she had come across on one of her expeditions to San Francisco Station, the local hub for ship supplies. She had thought about getting a cage for it, but could never bring herself to do it… It had been around that time that she had begun this quest to find the Robin, her Father’s old ship… She drifted off to sleep, something else that had been easier since acquiring the little creature…
The next morning she woke up showered, and dressed, stopping only to throw a matching cap on that bore the ships logo. Walking down the corridor, she skirted around the protruding pipes, cables, and occasional supply rack that choked the ships passages. The Morningstar was an old ship that had seen more refits and owners then most fleets, she had picked it up from Vector for a song… Despite its age, it could hold an enormous amount of cargo, more then most of the newer ships of similar size. Despite being slower then most, it had easily won the bid for transporting the salvage teams to the ships out here in the wastes.
Normally it was a ten person cargo carrier, but she had always managed with three, Herself, her chief engineer Yoko, a member of the thin, birdlike race known as the Al’ha, and the ships doctor, Cecil, who was an earthborn Human who had somehow managed to find himself thirty-thousand lightyears from home with no way back.
She passed the Galley, where several members of the Salvage team were busy eating to find Jax Ralley, the foulmouthed leader of the group, busy chewing out one of his subordinates… Waiting until his tirade ended, she approached him.
”Got your team ready to move over to the Sarthrasekia?” She asked, leaning against the wall.
“Yeah, you leaving?” He asked gruffly,
“Contract ended the moment that ships power came online; I’ve already been credited by Vector. So if you could get your crap off the deck in an hour, I can be on my way.” She said.
“I’d like to see you or those other two lightweights make us leave, we’d lay you faster than you can blink… And then who’ll be ordering who off the ship. We’ll get off when we feel like it.” He said, shoving her lightly by pushing her left shoulder. Bad move. A jaw breaking uppercut connected, sending the fat man to the floor, he started to get up, blood in the corner of his mouth. Claire pulled him up by the collar…
“You don’t touch me, you don’t touch my crew, and you don’t touch my ship… You have 58 Minutes to get off this ship or I’ll space the whole lot of you…” She said, and she meant it… She’d spent enough time being shoved around when she was younger to take it now. Watching as he ran off, clutching his jaw, she turned, heading for the Bridge.
It had been close, but the salvage team had been off the ship fifty-three minutes after the altercation. The Morningstar blasted away from the location, and towards the San Francisco station. Claire was busy working out the numbers… She had raked in 1.4 Million credits, a tidy sum for the work… Most ships had crew compliments of 15, and they would be lucky to see 30,000 Credits each assignment, even less if they worked within some larger company… But being a freelancer, with only two crew, she could afford to be generous… Besides, they were the best. Yoko was an engineering genius, she could take something apart, and put it back together again in her head faster then most computers, she had found her on Yara, a mining colony where she fixed just about anything… and Cecil had been a Trauma surgeon for a government research hospital on Earth before deciding to move on to more lucrative jobs. Both would rake in nearly 250,000 Credits this run, leaving the rest of the 900,000 Credits to Claire and the large loan she was paying off from the purchase of the Morningstar, so far she hadn’t missed a payment and was even considering buying a second ship.
Cecil entered the bridge area carrying a steaming mug of coffee; the burly Irishman was always drinking the stuff, or smoking…
“What’s the next job?” He asked, sitting in one of the console chairs near the side of the small section of the ship.
“Nothing for a while, I’m bidding on another job, another Vector salvage mission, might be a big one, but it’s not for three months.” She said, pulling up a window on the main screen, displaying a listing of ship names, capacities, and of course, the ever important Bid. The Morningstar was up towards the top of the list, Claire was able to keep costs low, she might not be able to hold as much as the big fancy salvage yachts, but she could usually undercut their costs by a large enough amount to catch someone’s eye.
“So we’re looking at a three month vacation?” Cecil asked, hopefully.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to take some time off, I plan on taking Yoko with me to meet with someone, some people, actually…”
“Still looking for that Pirate ship? You’ve been at it for years…”
“The Robin was never sighted during the Thruway war; they were never affiliated with any of the cartels… But some of their exploits were spectacular…”
“It doesn’t hurt things at all that your father was the second in command… Besides, look where that ship landed him… He’s spending eight-hundred years in stasis for over forty acts of piracy, murder, larceny, kidnapping, and extortion, hell, the Dockyard Master at San Francisco hesitates whenever he sees your last name…”
“And your point is?” She asked testily,
“Just don’t do anything to screw up your career, in ten years time you could have twenty ships at the rate we’re raking in the credits… Besides, it wouldn’t help me any if you got carted off to stasis, someone’s gotta pay for my coffee…” He said, gesturing with the cup; it probably cost him three thousand credits to get the beans from earth: he refused to settle for the synthesized stuff...
Approaching the planet three days later, the Morningstar entered Geostationary orbit. Claire had managed to find a small shipping contract from the San Francisco to the planet, it hadn’t really warranted a full cargo ship, but the shippers had snapped her up, giving her permits to visit the system and everything… It was all above-board as far as anyone knew… A suspicious security team had already come onboard to search for contraband and found nothing… She had set up this place as the meeting spot, it was Neutral, and there was a non-extradition policy… Not to mention, security was a joke once you got inside… They were really only interested in keeping some of the nastier drugs out of the system, and didn’t even attempt to enforce any kind of weapons laws…
She scrolled over the message she had sent out to those she could find on the Interlinks;
To: [Folder:BSRCrew]
From: CFedrich-Redblade//Morningstar Shipping Company
Subject: Concerning the Brave Sir Robin [Flagged: Extreme Importance]
The Brave Sir Robin has been located. With the major Pirate Wars over, an attempt to recover it and its cargo should be made. Another chance may not arise, especially now that Vector Minerals is starting to survey the area the Robin is hidden in. I will arrive in the attached system on the attached date; I can stay for no longer than twenty-four hours.
While many of you will be skeptical of this, and of me, just remember, while many will know that my father, Tyr, blasted his way out of the San Francisco dockyard, few, if none outside the crew knew he had placed an order for the coils to make it work with Ryx just hours previously, or that he had left his most prized possession in the hands of Dante…
Attached Files: SpatialCoordinatesBSRCrew1