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Post by knightc3 on Sept 22, 2008 11:09:08 GMT -5
Commander Wiley had been in the pilot seat of the Furion for the last two years. He had taken the team to where they wanted to go and brought them back safely. He liked his job. He had been a flying a fighter before but at 38, your reflexes were not a match for the young blood that had come up through the grilling training. His training had been flying in the Leerac Wars. They didn't have time then to teach you more than how to fly the machine, for the rest, you were on your own.
But he liked to fly and the Furion gave him a chance to stay in space. He put the Furion in hyperdrive to the new planet that seemed to be next on the list, Romano Prime IV. He stretched himself and headed back to the common area to get his dinner while the autopilot took over. He checked the course just to be sure. He couldn't help himself, he was a fighter pilot and he trusted his judgment more than a calculating machine.
He entered the dining area and sat down at the table. He smiled at everyone who seemed to be assembled in the room already. Being the captain, he was to be the leader but they were all leaders in their own fields really. He spoke, "How is everyone doing?" Sitting down at the table he stared grimly at the plate with some kind of semi-solid substance spread across it. He thought out loud, "We really need a cook on this ship..." The food was supposed to be a mixture of the correct amount of substances that the body required, human and otherwise. But the on board computer was clearly not programmed to provide a taste along with it.
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 22, 2008 11:14:49 GMT -5
Andrew sat down at the table and looked at his own plate, playing with his food with the spoon next to the plate. He looked up and smiled at the Captain and apologized with a smile, "I have tried put some sense in the machine about the taste but... wouldn't you know it, the system is locked up." He smirked looking around, "I can program in a self-destruct sequence in the ship but I can't access the freaking Nutritional and Sustenance system, go figure!"
He looked at Matilda and smiled, "Come on Doc, I have checked it a million times already according to the requirements you have given me, this food is just as healthy to you as it is to us, though if you find the taste better, I envy you."
((Hope I didn't god mode there...))
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 22, 2008 11:32:40 GMT -5
Edgar was a bit late to the dinner, as usual, and he walked into the room with his M96 tucked under his arm, as always. As he entered the room, he saluted to the commander before continuing the conversation with his brother. From the hallway outside the dining room he heard Malcolm howl out.
"You're tellin' me you wouldn't do it, Little Brother?!"
Edgar laughed, his white teeth gleaming, "Yeah, like it matters anyways, squirt, you couldn't get a woman to do that to you. Ain't that right, Big Brother?"
Malcolm walked in behind him, saluting as well and then continuing, "Oh, ta'hell with you, Edgar... Smartass." he said, a smile on his face. He sat down first, plopping himself onto his chair, looking at the food on the table with disdain. He looked around and could see everyone else felt about the same.
"More of this slop?" He said, understandably upset.
Edgar took his seat next to him and slapped him over the shoulder.
"Stop yer whining... It could be that stuff we had to eat on the Tyrant..." Edgar said, noticeably bothered by the thought of the food from his past ship.
Malcolm nodded, realizing his brother was right, and looked around as if you ask if it was okay for him to begin eating. The commander was a weird guy in that he SOMETIMES would pray, and yet, if you thought he wasn't and ate, he'd get on your case. Malcolm hated cleaning the bathroom in this place, not to mention Edgar always made sure to mess with him if he did get in trouble. Edgar always seemed to be less of a problem than Malcolm, but the two were always a laugh when they were together.
Edgar slid his gun to behind him and sat down, waiting for the first person to dig in. He patiently sat there as Andrew made some comments.
"You would think with all the complaining one of us would learn to cook... wouldn't you?" Edgar quipped, a grin on his face, "Haha, I don't think anyone's excited to eat this stuff, except stupid over here." he said, looking over at his brother who laughed.
"Little brother, for someone who fell into pitfalls SIX times a year ago after I warned you FIVE times, you have little to be talkin' about." He said.
Edgar grinned. "Sorry that I wasn't hiding in the bushes pissing myself."
The crass comments and jokes continued between the brothers until Commander Wiley did start the prayer, at which the two brothers stopped and lowered their heads, they were both pretty religious. Once finished, they both started eating, and listening to conversation around the table...
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 22, 2008 14:56:16 GMT -5
Matilda tried to ignore those jokes, but they always got under her skin somehow anyhow. Much like children, in a way, but she wouldn't dare calling either of them that unless it became necessary. "I've never found this stuff appealing, even if it is supposedly nutritious" she mumbled under her breath, never really expecting an answer back from anyone but herself. She waited for the captain to complete his ritual- it never made sense to her anyhow, but she never spoke of it- and then took a quick sniff of the glop disapprovingly. "I believe the smell has worsened" she declared aloud, sitting back as the first bite reluctantly made its way to her mouth.
Bland to a fault, she thought, but at least it didn't taste like that "spinach" crap one human family had in abundance the last time she was at landfall. Oh, how that gave her the willies. Green food was, in her opinion, sick food; even that which came from her father's home planet was never green, although many other colors were present. They didn't need to eat the leaves or stems of plants, however, as there were many other things to nibble on.
Trying to get her mind off that experience, she turned to the captain, popping the question "So out of sheer curiosity, where is our new heading? Yet another 'unexplored' planet?" Matilda's voice was static, almost robotic, but still filled in somewhere with genuine curiosity, even remember the last "mission" they'd taken, which was plenty humorous in and of itself. Even if she hadn't laughed openly about it- Matilda rarely laughed openly about anything- deep down inside there was much smirking and rounds of repeated 'I told you so' going on. It wasn't entirely his fault that he hadn't been told that the planet had already been populated unknowingly by an actual previously-unidentified race, but it'd made for some very humorous dialog and a release from the usual seriousness of their undertakings...
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 22, 2008 17:35:15 GMT -5
Tamara could hear the crew voices in the kitchen. She knew that it was time to eat and even if she didnt want to eat the slop they called food Andrew would make her. She walked out of her little room and made her way to the kitchen she wore a pink dress and her combat boots, she walked a grace it almost looked like a dance as she walked. Her steps where light and inaudible even though she was wearing combat boots. Tamara came close to the kitchen and stood up against the wall waiting, decided weather or not she wanted to go in.
She then peeped her head in with a small smile on her face. She said nothing her eyes looked around at the crew she found an empty seat and made her way out from behind the wall. Once she was in full view of the crew she stepped in and walked over to her chair. There was plate already there waiting for her she just stared at it and picked up her fork and and just poked at her food. She watched as the carrot pieces and other veggies sunk as she poked them then floated back up. She started mumbling the ingredients in the soup. "Carrots, celery, chicken, onions. Carrots celery chicken onions. "
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 22, 2008 22:19:51 GMT -5
"Tamara... late as always," Edgar quipped lightheartedly, welcoming her to the table. As the continued eating he could again hear the harsh and unwelcoming personality of the ship's doctor, Maltida, coming through. She might have been a great doctor, but her manner was one that he never appreciated. She always seemed to be far to serious for needing to spend time with everyone on a ship for years on end. Edgar figured being serious had its time and place, and when you were relaxing with the people you were technically living with, that was not the time. Nonetheless, he was not there to judge her character, his job was to be the muscle, and her job was to be the doctor, anything else was a pointless side note.
Edgar was eating when he glanced over at Malcolm, who had been staring at Tamara ever since she had walked into the room. Edgar elbowed him and whispered from the corner of his mouth, "You're staring again..."
Malcolm almost jolted into his eating again, averting his eyes and acting as if nothing had happened. He had recently started having a thing for Tamara, and unfortunately he had the ability to talk to women like a 13 year old, so he struggled severely, and probably made it terribly obvious. Edgar did his best to look out for his older brother, but every day it seemed like he was a lost cause. Edgar shook his head and continued eating quietly.
The food, as bad as it was, never seemed to bother him. The texture tasted like he was eating wet toilet paper, and the taste was almost nonexistent. However, he welcomed this to what he had to do one time in his past. He had spent time defending the ship Tyrant as it transported goods. When the ship stopped because it had run out of fuel, he had to eat scavenged meat of the corpses of killed animals. Everything on that planet was far too dangerous to hunt, so he had to eat meat left behind. Problem was, it was usually rotting...
This was nothing compared to that...
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Post by Roara on Sept 22, 2008 22:36:42 GMT -5
The Janitor stumbled into the room, wiping the dirt and grime from his face with a rag. Replacing his goggles, he saluted his commander across the table, then sat down heavily, his tools clanking dully against one another.
"Apologies for being late sir." He greeted, taking off his work gloves and picking up a fork.
"Engines of one of the damaged small transport craft lit up, had to crawl in there to manually shut it down. My boys have on hell of a clean up to do in that area.." He finished, imagining the dreary sight of oil and small flames spread out all over a repair bay floor.
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 22, 2008 22:37:57 GMT -5
Tamara felt some ones eyes upon her she looked up to see Malcolm staring at her she blushded slightly but it quickly disappeared. She began stirring her untouched soup her eyes still on Malcolm it was almost as she was trying to read his mind. Which she was. She then spoke as she spoke her voice sounded musical. "Mal...it means bad..." She said with a small friendly smile tugging at her rose colored lips her gaze went back to her soup. Tamara was then startled by the sound of the Janitors tools clanking she looked up and saw him with the grim and dirt on him his goggles looked like big bug eyes. "BORAMA!" She cried out pointing at him she leaped out of her chair and grabbed a knife off the table and cut his arm.
Tamara began mumbling random things "He kills the young with his eyes and rips them apart with his claws. He smells of rotting flesh and mud. He must be stopped Claws ripping teeth tearing." She dropped the knife and fell to the ground and hugged her legs, she began rocking back and forth "make them stop! Make the claws stop their ripping. He must be stopped" She rocked back and forth hugging her legs her eyes filled with tears.
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 22, 2008 23:29:11 GMT -5
Edgar jumped from his chair and rushed to the aid of the attacked janitor while Malcolm just sort of watched in shock. He had talked to Tamara only a few times, and he knew that she had faced some trauma, but he had never seen her do something like that. Edgar checked on the Janitor, seeing the cut was very minor, the knife didn't do much but cut the skin, he'd be fine.
Malcolm stood up and walked over to Tamara, he knelt down beside her and attempted to calm her down, saying something inaudible to those around him. Edgar looked over and wondered what had been said, but shook his head again. If she was as crazy as his brother was, and it certainly looked that way, then maybe he might stand a chance at getting through to her. Malcolm always had a knack for understanding and helping those nobody could understand, and in one occasion, he made friends with inhabitants of another planet when everyone was ready to fight. Edgar figured if anyone would get through to her, it could be him. He wondered if even Andrew had any idea what to think.
Edgar was confused why Malcolm was interested in her, but it wasn't the first time that Malcolm was interested in a girl who had a few screws loose. He shook his head.
Who he falls for is his own business... even if she is insane.
He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, but she was a bit crazed, someone had to get to her before she really hurt someone. Edgar had never spoken with her save for the times he saw her at dinner, and she was quiet. He didn't think Malcolm had either, but he wasn't sure... Something from her past haunted her, whatever it was, if anyone could help her come to terms with it, his nutcase brother could...
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 22, 2008 23:50:42 GMT -5
Tamara rocked back and forth she was too into her head to even reailize that Malcolm and knelt down beside her. Once she heard his voice she just burried her head in his chest and sobbed. "They wont stop; The voices" She said still crying her attention was then turned to the Janitor. She wiped her tears and walked over to the Janitor "I'm sorry..." She said in almost a whisper she then headed back to her chair. Tamara sat down in the same position she was in on the floor.
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 23, 2008 0:54:59 GMT -5
Matilda moved fast. As soon as the knife hit the ground, her foot stomped over it, she being the closest to it, to keep the girl from picking it up again should she come to and feel bloodthirsty as she had before. Slowly sliding the knife towards her, she picked it up and placed it on the table, sighing in relief knowing that it wouldn't be used like that again for a while, hopefully never. "Why are we transporting such a dangerous subject?" she cursed to herself under her breath as she stood up from her chair to attend to the injured janitor, "She should be in quarantine, not here. But noooo.... that idiot lets her roam free like an escaped tigress. I told him to keep that girl under control but he's more concerned with what's wrong with her than keeping her out of trouble... Well, its obvious to see what's 'wrong' with her..."
She was, after all, the ship's chief medic, and even a minor open wound up here could mean misery should it get infected. Laying her hand over the wound without even asking him if he wanted assistance, she paused for several seconds, not speaking a word let alone mumbling, then removed it. The wound had mostly closed, and she wiped away most of the rest of the blood as she commented almost coldly "You'll live. There is no infection, although I wouldn't go back to cleaning toilets until that wound is closed or covered over."
Turning to the commander, Matilda looked him straight in the eye and said "Captain, as of right now, I request that Tamara be restricted to her quarters. Whether she or anyone else likes it or not, that girl is a danger to the rest of us, and as chief medic, I would rather not have to attend to any more injuries than necessary, let alone deaths. I'm a doctor, not a savior." The black runes on her skin turned a light red at the last line, indicating her annoyance. "It is, of course, your call, but that is my request, sir."
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 23, 2008 3:31:28 GMT -5
Andrew smiled as the others walked in one after the other. Janitor supposedly worked under him but it had become clear to him within a month that he was just as skillful if not more with the mechanical systems on the ship that he was. He did have a bit more insight due to his work in military research but the Janitor had caught up soon enough. So Andrew always let him and his team be and concentrated on the software or the systems themselves and not bothering much about the mechanics of the ship. He would help them out if they needed it but that was it. He smiled cheerfully at the Janitor and said, "If you need a hand, let me know..."
He heard what the doctor had to say and chipped in, "Um, yeah. I guess I will take a look at the system again." He looked at Wiley as she made a sarcastic remark about their latest mission. He had to admit she could be a pain in the ass sometimes with this attitude. But she was good doctor and that's all that mattered on a mission.
His face lit up as his sister Tamara walked in to the kitchen. "Hey sis." He didn't get a reply which wasn't anything unnatural. She was very shy and was still reserved around the crew of the ship. When they were alone, she would talk openly with him but around others she was quiet. She would usually sit close to him but the seats were taken so she sat across from him and started playing with her food. He couldn't help but smile hearing what she was saying. "I hear your sis, I am working on the food."
His gaze shifted to Malcolm as he heard Edgar sitting next to him say something to his brother. He grinned and looked down to eat the glop again. He could see that Big Brother had a fancy for his sister. He didn't mind, in fact he was glad for it. She had two options when he had they had managed to free her, either go to the asylum or someone take responsibility for him. He would let his parents send her to an asylum which is what they wanted to do so he took responsibility for her. The doctors had categorized her as a lost cause, saying that her mental condition was so bad that it was impossible for her to recover.
He wouldn't believe it. So he had asked them to assign her on the ship with him. He hoped that interacting with the crew would help her in that aspect and she could stay close to him. It was a big risk but he was willing to take it. He wasn't able to stop Tamara as she lunged at the Janitor as he had walked in. He was out of his seat and down on his knees next to her in a flash.
Malcolm had said something to her which had kept her calm. He put an arm around her and the other on the back of her head as he whispered, "Its ok, I am here..." He nodded at Malcolm for his help. He looked around with a look of anger as Matilda expressed her content for Tamara. "SUBJECT? You are talking about my sister!", he raised his voice a little. He looked away but didn't reply.
He was a bit surprised at what happened next. She actually wanted her quarantined on the ship! He looked at the Captain who looked around once. He had made his decision a while ago when something like this had happened with Tamara. That time, Andrew had been close by to restrict her from bludgeoning a crew member on the head. He had thought that if this happened again, he would restrict her to her cabins at least. He looked at Andrew who was staring back at him with a bit of surprise, "I am sorry Mr. Chase but..."
Andrew didn't let Wiley finish. He got up, pulling Tamara to her feat gently and began walking out of the kitchen. He had been told what had happened to her, exactly to the last detail. The fact that she was not worse than she was now what a testament to her will power considering what she had gone through. He turned at the door, now holding Tamara by her side and spoke with a venomous tone, "You know I was right about you Dr. Nargosagni, you are no different than anyone else. I am very sorry that I thought..."He paused for a long time then turned to Malcolm and said in a quiet tone, "Hey Malcolm, could you please bring some food for my sis...", he turned to go then added, "... unless you too don't want to deal with her again."
Wiley felt bad but the decision had to be made. It wasn't just about Andrew, it was about the safety of the whole crew and he had been right in making that decision. He got up from his seat and tried to smile, "I think I have had my fill for the day, I will get back to the cockpit." He saluted everyone and turned around to walk towards the cockpit.
((Phew, that too long. We can get a few more post in before the crash.))
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 23, 2008 6:53:14 GMT -5
Malcolm did his best to calm Tamara, and in some essence it had worked. Once she was done crying she returned to her seat, and Malcolm his. When the doctor suggested what she did, Malcolm gritted his teeth, as he didn't take a liking to the idea of Tamara being forced into quarantine, as that wouldn't help the situation. Edgar shook his head as the captain left, his decision made.
"Quarantining her won't solve the problem. She needs help through whatever she struggles with, leaving her to fight with it alone is condemning her." Edgar said, his tone a bit harsher than usual, as he didn't agree fully with the decision. He understood why it was made, and that it may have needed to be made, but he couldn't agree with it.
Malcolm stood up and nodded to his brother, and then followed Andrew out with a plate of food.
Edgar shook his head, only him, the janitor, and the doctor, left at the table after the incident. Turning to Matilda, he spoke, "You may think your job is solely the physical health of this ship, but mental health is just as important. The idea of locking up someone to quarantine is not only going to raise tensions with the rest of us, but was completely unneeded. Whoever set a knife at her place setting is as much to blame as she is. I don't know what she struggles with, but I think you do doc, which is why it bothers me that you don't give a sh*t."
Edgar meant what he said, but in the same time, he couldn't help but think that keeping her under attention was a good idea. Locking her up was going too far, however. When he realized how harsh he may have sounded, he quickly spoke again.
"I'm sorry, it seems tensions were already pretty high." He said, finishing his plate and standing up, swinging his rifle back to under his arm, "Take it easy..." He said, leaving the room as he headed back to the living quarters. He walked by Andrew and Tamara's room, and headed to his own. He sat down on his bed and checked his gear, he carried with him five mags at all times, but his instincts were telling him that he may need to carry as much as he could. He reached into his pack and put the rest of his ammo where it needed to be in his pants pockets.
"Good luck Malc..." Edgar said to himself, knowing his brother had a task in front of him to reach Tamara. He wondered how serious the "voices" in her head were...
When he rose, he decided that he would go to the training room on the ship....
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Post by beautifulytragic on Sept 23, 2008 12:40:41 GMT -5
As the doctor spoke Tamara glared at her but didnt say anything. A couple of tears fell from her eyes as she got up and was walked to her and Andrews room. She heard footsteps behind them and gasped she turned quickly and was about to lung but then calmed down as she saw that is Malcolm. Tamara smiled as she saw him then turned to face the hall. They arrived at their room "I'm sorry for what I did Andrew, he looked like one of the things i see in my nightmares. With those goggles and grim on him." She looked down and sat on the bed leaning up against the wall hugging her legs.
Tamarra smiled as she saw Malcolm walking in if the was one other person other then her brother that calmed her it was him. His nature and personality was appealing to her. She felt close to him, her smile then frownd as she realized what was going to happen. "The Fruion's end will come soon and will be a bloody tragic end. Loved ones will die some will live. Minimal survivors from the ship. Those who have things to say should say them now before their lives come to a tragic and bloody end." The words came from her mouth like a poem or song.
Tamarra's smile reappeared "Andrew... If you wish you can go back and finish or dinner. Mal can keep me company. His soul is pure and kind. Even though his name says other wise." Her cheeks regained the rose tint they had the dinner table when she caught him looking at her.
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 23, 2008 13:14:44 GMT -5
He smiled at Tamara and replied, "I understand Tamara. Its ok." He held her back as she tried to lunge at the person behind them. He smiled and took her to her room and sat down in front. As they settled down he was more than a bit surprised when he heard her talk. Then all of sudden she seemed fine again talking normally. He had seen this happen before a few times. He exchanged a look with Malcolm but didn't say anything about it. She never seemed to remember.
He grinned and looked at both of them. He got up and looked at Malcolm, "Well, its not prudent to say in a ladies' room after you have been excused. I will go check out about that food. I don't think I can take that food anymore."
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