Grinning, Conrad winks at Yas, "The lady is too kind to me.  Maybe we can talk more after I've seen Jago.  In fact, I guarantee that, if'n things go well with him, well, you'n'me will have plenty of chances to talk some more."

He puts one foot on the end of the ramp, "Permission to come on board?"

"Too kind?  I can be less kind if you prefer," Yas grins and tilts her head to one side as she gives him a telling look,  "and of course, come aboard.  I didn't step over here to get a better view," she concludes, quietly adding in her thoughts 'but I will get one when you pass me!'

So far so good, but she was not about to take anything out in advance, friend of Jago or not.  Not this time.  But she smiles slightly at him and waves him up the ramp.  "And that's Yas, not 'lady', Mr. Dits."

"Absolutely," he says and lays back on the cot for Shui to continue her exam.

Tylen had to admit, it was nice to have found a decent place to work and what's more it would be a place to call home, for a wayward Darrian, it sounded almost too good to be true. "What did you do before your time with the Profit Margin, Doctor?

Shui continues with a physical examination, ending above the waist.  There's no need for a more detailed check, given that his records seem to be up to date.  But she wants to examine that scar, test the mobility, as well as check his eyes, his heart, his lungs, that sort of thing.  This will involve the scanner as well as her fingers, and frankly it's easier to use when he's lying down.

"Myself?"  Shui frowns briefly, concentrating.  "I served for twelve years with the Merchant's Guild, on a variety of different ships.  Nothing truly interesting to speak of," she continues, "and no scars."  This last with a quick smile, before she goes back to examining him.

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Conrad makes his way up the ramp, chatting to Yas while avoiding getting stomped flat by Alex in her exoskeleton, as the woman continues with the loading...

As Yas moves up behind Conrad she grins at the other two women, pointing to the the unsuspecting fellow and then shakes her hand with loose fingers, jokingly letting them know how hot he is - and they know that she will be the one working with him, so they better enjoy him while he is around the cargo hold.  She hides her grin quickly as he glances back and she points towards the interior of the ship, towards the hatch leading to the crew lounge.

"Straight through there, Jago is no doubt expecting you, so his door might be open," she says with a nice smile which quickly turns into a wolfish grin as soon as his attention wanders away from her again.

Now, what name will she give him then?  She will have to observe him for a while before deciding.  "Hotbuns" comes to mind and she bursts out in a chuckle that she quickly tries to mask into a cough.

Conrad chuckles at Yas's compliments, and puts a swagger into his walk as he climbs the ramp and receives his directions.

"Thanks, Chief.  Talk to you soon."  Conrad waves to Yas, and moves off in the indicated direction.  He steps through into the lounge and catches sight of Jago through his office door.  He crosses the lounge and raps smartly on the doorframe.

"Hey, Jago, how're ya doin'?"
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”Come in Conrad,” Jago says with a warm smile, “take a seat.”

Jago reaches for the whisky and pours a couple of fingers into two glasses, one of which he passes to Dietz.

“Once you sign up, your just one of the crew, I can’t go showing favouritism, you know that,” Jago says, rising his glass towards Conrad before taking a sip.

Finishing up, Shui steps back to give Tylen some room, simultaneously studying the results on her medscanner.  Linking it to her Dataglove, she sets the machine down and begins some high-speed data manipulation, altering formats and saving for later perusal.  "Well, Mr. Ogresh, you seem to be in reasonably good condition."  She glances up, briefly, looking over her glasses.  "However, while your reflexes are superb for a man of any age, you should try to get more regular exercise."  She glances around.  "More easily said than done, of course."

Turning from her dataglove, Shui faces Tylen squarely.  "Is there any way you can find time to put in, say, a half hour of exercise once every two days?  Preferably more, but that would be sufficient for small improvement and maintenance.  You will do fine for many years as you are now, but as a doctor I must always look for a chance to assist you to improve."  She cocks her head to the side.  "That includes eating habits...nutritional advice, though, is outside my jurisdiction unless a patient's health is immediately affected."

"Hello.  What are you doing there?"

Saskia leans forward and recalibrates the display, increasing the vertical scale by x10.  There is an anomaly there, and it's probably been there for some time, but the glitch she just fixed had been masking it.

"Stupid, Saskia!  You should know what those frelling Navy techs are like.  You used to be one!"  Angry, she bangs her fist down onto the control board.

When the faintness passes, she sits staring at her throbbing hand, close to tears.  At least it didn't start bleeding again.  But this is typical.  Question is, is it deliberate, or did they just not notice.

She calls up the tech logs for the last two years, and the specs for the Navy's improvements, and there it sits, looking back at her.  Not urgent, not yet, but annoying considering she could easily have fixed it while she had everything else stripped down.

If she ever runs into any of those techs again.  Somebody will suffer.

Tylen grins at the advice, truth was, it had been a course that he'd been planning for sometime anyway. Darrians aren't naturally gifted with an overabundance of muscle. So its always been an uphill climb to stay in reasonably good condition. Since being in the service he'd been lax on his physical activity. So this would be good for him in any case. Besides, what else would he do on a ship like this."Of course Doctor Tiesi. Doctor's orders are law among spacers. I will do what I can and try for an everyday workout, sound good?"

"Well, consider this a strong reccomendation."  She smiles, stepping back from the table to give him room to pull on his shirt.  "Your current health likely will not affect your ability aboard this ship, unless you stay with the Profit Margin for twenty years.  I am merely looking out for the best interests of your future self.  An everyday workout is good - be certain to include muscle-building exercises with your cardio in order to increase your metabolic rate."

A few notes on the dataglove, holo-interfaces appearing and vanishing.  Then the doctor looks up, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose.  "Do you have any questions, Mr. Orgesh?  Should I send you a copy of the test results, as well as my interpretations and reccomendations?"

"Well, now, I wouldn' expect to be treated no diff'rent to the rest of 'em, Jago." Conrad drawls, and takes a hit of the whiskey, "Now that's a damfine whiskey.

"Anyways, like I told ya on the comm, I'm sorta desp'rate for work just now, an' nervous 'bout being trapped this close to the border with a war brewin' up.  I reckon there's a storm comin', Jago, an' she'll tear through here an' leave nuthin' standin'."

Yas returns to her post, where she finds Kaylan and Alex still hard at work.  Well, Alex is, Kaylen just watches and checks the containers against her list, ensuring that Profit Margin gets all that she's entitled to, and nothing else.  "Last container aboard will be the catalyst, so we'll try and keep that a bit apart if we have room.  Last thing you want is soms sort of freak spill mixing the poly and the cat and filling the hold with a solid block of plastic."

"So... what's the deal with that guy then?  He part of your crew?"


Shui and Tylen continue going through his medical records, while Saskia considers all the ways she can get revenge on worse-than-useless Navy techs, and Jago discusses employment details with Conrad.

“Well you certainly have a birth here if you want it,” Jago smile and follows a sip of whisky with a long draw on the cigar, smoke drifts from his mouth and nose as he goes on. “The first jump is probational, to see that we all get along, I know you but Yasmin doesn’t yet, and she gets a say in any new crew.”

“I should warn you though,” Jago twirls his glass thoughtfully as he speaks, “we wont exactly be avoiding this storm. Several of the crew hail from Regina, including me and our resident passenger, and we are a little pissd at having our home world overrun. We have letter of marque from the navy, and the hardware to back them up. I intend to ply my trade close to the front line where raider are scaring off the completion. There’s a profit to be made there, but more importantly, a chance to make our own contribution to the war effort.”

Jago’s eyes flick to the open door and beyond top the crew lounge where the picture of a brightly coloured ship in its last moments of combat hangs, he smiles a little and takes another sip of whisky before looking Conrad in the eye.

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"What's the deal with him?" Yas echoes in acted surprise and chuckles, shakign her head.  Then she winks at Kaylen, "I take it he isn't your type, uh?  Or maybe you prefer ladies?"

"But, yeah, he might be crew soon, yeah.  And you're right about keeping the containers seperate - if there isn't room now, I'd appreciate you making some, with the exo and all here," she agrees and looks around to see if there is a suitable, distant location - as far as that goes in the restricted space.  Odds are nothing will happen, but why take needless risks when there is no need for it - that is why they are, after all, needless.

Tylen slips his shirt on quickly and watches the Doctor for a moment. Her confidence in his ability was surprising, but data was data. That's what she saw, he reminded himself, "Well thanks Doctor, I appreciate your candor and advice then, my future self will be thanking you I'm sure of it."

He sighed, letting his grin relax, "If you would go ahead and send me a copy, I'd like to see what you might've seen that the Scout surgeon's missed. Other than that though, I'm all out of questions for you. Thanks again."

He stood and went to his jacket and gunbelts, withdrawing them and wrapping them around his back. He paused thoughtfully as he stooped to pick up his duffel. Then when he had it in his grasp he looked over at the Doctor again. "At the risk of sounding dubious...You wouldn't happen to know where my quarters are supposed to be?"

Shui bows to Tylen's thanks, and his confidence in her.  A good thing, that.  She listens, nodding, to request, then smiles when he announces his intent to leave.  A small line appears between her brows, then, and she slowly glances around, as if thinking of something.  Or looking for something.

That small confusion vanishes, though, at his last question.  "Of course, Mr. Orgesh.  I am the Steward here, as well - multidisciplinarian, as are many of the crew.  I can take you to your quarters - it might be easier than trying to give directions."  Moving to the door, she thumbs it open, waiting for him, and cocks her head to the side.  "Were there not supposed to be two of you, together?"

Tylen's eyebrow went into an arch almost spasmically. "Well....not together, but Alexei was an old friend of mine from the Darrian Navy, coming to join as well. Unfortunately, he met with some...interference. He is wanted now supposedly, having taken a piece of sensitive software fromt he Navy before he was discharged.....It troubles me, but this is where I'm at for now, he got himself into this somehow...I expect he'll find his way out again if he's not guilty though..."

He fell into step alongside the Doctor as he talked. Aside from his initial reaction to the news, there was little he could do for his friend without abandoning all sanity and safety. Of course, you think you know someone for years and then to have all that turned on it's head was disconcerting to be sure.

"Strange," Shui says, frowning.  It concerns her - any strange occurances are worth checking, for her - but seems fairly straightforward.  Did he take the software?  She doesn't know, and has no way of checking.  The main thing is that he won't be coming...which means the Captain will have hired another person.  Hopefully.

Given the expression on Tylen's face, this can't be easy.

"And I feel sorry for you, regarding your friend.  You must have been looking forward to serving together."  She steps out of the cabin (CQ4 on the map) into the curving hall, that small line appearing on her forehead again.  "I hope that it turns out to be a mistake, and that he thinks to send you an explanation."  There's nothing like living in a perpetual state of uncertainty, of waiting.  Shui knows this.

She knows this very, very well.

Her brow clears and she turns back to Tylen.  "I shall take you to your cabin immediately - we would not have you lost aboard the Profit Margin."  Turning away, she takes a few steps then stops beside the next door down the hall (CQ3 on the map) - one hand reaches out, triggers the door.  "Here we are."  Looking back, she gives Tylen a quick smile, one eyebrow arching slightly.

Past her is the cabin.  It's about four and a half meters square with a two and a half meter ceiling, much the same as Shui's cabin.  Unlike hers, it doesn't have the two extra, comfy chairs, nor the second fold-out bunk with the banks of medical equipment above (Tylen knows that bunk intimately, now).  There are, of course, storage cabinets, a shower area and a fresher.  The 'rear' wall of the chamber is curved, and seems to sport some kind of holographic displays.  In Shui's room they haven't been activated.

Conrad nods at Jago's words, smiling, "Well, ya see, there's a diff'rence, between bein' on a ship that can Jump away if'n things get a mite too hot for comfort, an' bein' stuck on a world, with no escape, when the neighbors up'n'decide to send a hundred thousand drop troops round to sit awhile."

He drains his glass, "If'n it's all the same to y'all, I'd rather be aboard this here ship."

Jago grins, drains his own glass and climbs to his feet, “excellent, my last navigator has quit to ‘join up for the duration’, but we had a good send-off party last night and I think he’s been sleeping it off, come on, we’ll see if he’s still aboard, we can sort out the paperwork later.”

Trailing a thin plume of smoke, Jago strides to the open door and peers out into crew lounge in search of Jett.

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If Jett is not there, Jago will ask whoever is if they have seen him.

Jago leads Conrad out of the office and into the lounge.  Glancing around, he spots Shui showing Tylen his berth, and, beyond them, in the rear lounge, he catches sight of Kal-chan, seated at the table and speaking to somebody just out of sight around the corner of the bulkhead.

Heading down that way reveals a still fragile-looking Jett.  At least his face is no longer that awful shade of green though.

Kal-chan looks up as Jago appears with the stranger in tow, "Hello, Capt... Jago." he says, smiling, "We'll be gone soon, so we won't be making the place look untidy for much longer."

"Just grabbing a coffee." adds Jett, though his own smile is far shakier.

Jago pauses to make a quick introduction, “this is Shui Tiesi our medic and Tylen Orgesh, our new gunner just starting today,” he say, pointing at them each in turn with the smoking end of his cigar, “and this,” he adds, turning the weapon towards the newest member of the crew, “is Conrad Dietz, our new navigator.”

"Good morning Captain.  A pleasure, Mr. Dietz," Shui says, bowing slightly and shaking Mr. Dietz' hand if offered.  "The difficulties have been rectified?" she asks Jago, giving no hint of the fact that she knew absolutly nothing of said difficulties until a few minutes before.  "And very quickly, as well," she finishes, obviously impressed by how quickly the gears have turned.  A small smile - the Captain's stress level tends to rise when things go wrong aboard the ship (understandably!) and she prefers the crew to be as calm as possible.  More healthy.

"Mr. Dietz," she continues, turning to that worthy, "perhaps you might stop by the medlab - my cabin - in order to have a physical?  I would also require your medical records, should you have them."  Another small smile.  "At present, I am showing Mr. Orgesh to his cabin, but I should be finished soon.  Should I expect you?."