The room looks like a gorram junk heap.  The floor is littered with discarded clothing and a few empty bottles of liqour.  There are a few of Geoff's favorite posters of scantily clad women hanging on the walls.  The bed is always un-made and the sheets and blankets lying more often then not somewhere besides on the bed.
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The room had been pretty clean when Geoff had first got on the ship and been shown into it. It had been a nice and neat room that looked like it could have been sterilized by a medical officer. It would've been nice for it to have stayed that way. It's unfortunate then that the next inhabitant of thiis bunk would be Geoff Wolfe.

It didn't take him long to make the room look more like his. "More like his" meaning "like a gorram junk heap". The floor was littered with his discarded clothing and a few empty bottles of liqour that he had brought with him from the bar last night and drank very fast. Despite his drunken stupor, sometime in the night, Geoff had apparently had time and the presence of mind to put up some of his favorite posters. He carries them around with him from ship to ship and they give him a bit of comfort and familiarity to hold to. Not to mention the fact that, being posters of scantily clad women in provacative poses, they gave him a number of other feelings that he had learned to enjoy.

At the foot of the bed, his duffel bag sits nearly full to bursting. Clothing only takes up a small amount of room in the bag. Perhaps only a quarter of the bag's contents is clothing, meaning only about two changes of clothes. The next two quarters of the contents were the tools of Geoff's trade. In other words, guns, knives, and other general "make people hurt now" tools. Two pistols and a small box of shells for them, a knife, a crowbar, and a blunt object made of wood that he found in a bar brawl one time and decided to keep, to be specific. To top off the contents of his duffel, about three bottles of liqour that he brought with him from the bar. All in all, everything Geoff needs to live a pretty good life.

His bed had remained unmade, the sheets having been kicked off onto the floor as Geoff slept in his drunken stupor. The blanket and pillow, however, he had used and continued to use righ now as his recumbent form lays under the blanket, light snoring being heard from beneath it. The fight of the previous day and the drinking binge in his new bunk afterwards had taken a lot out of him and he had slept long and deeply. At least, he had been sleeping long and deeply.

Now, with the sound of shouting voices from outside, he groaned and stirred under the blankets as he opened an eye slowly. "Ugh...what the ruttin' hell's goin' on? Wait a second...where am I?", he mutters to himself as he stands up and looks at his surroundings with still tired eyes. It takes him a little while before his hungover mind can retrace his steps and piece together what had occurred the previous day, but he eventually does and a smile graces his face. "Oh, yeah. The fight with those guys. Got me a job. Hmmm. I get jobs like that a surprisin' amount, come ta think off it.", he muttered with an amused shake of his head as he gathers up his clothes from the night before and gets dressed quickly.

When he is completely dressed in his loose gray pants, worn brown boots, sleeveless black shirt and, as the final and most important touch, his gunbelt, he nods curtly in approval and goes to his duffel. He extracts the two pistols, checking them and loading the six shooters before holstering them low at his hip, and the sheathed knife, which he places through his belt at the base of his back. Geoff knows what he has been hired for, after all, so he thinks it would be appropriate for him to show that he's equipped for the job and willing to use said equipment. After a final check over himself, he nods again and grins to himself as he exits the bunk, heading for the cargo bay that he had been led through yesterday and hoping that he'll find the captain or somebody else who can help him get acquainted with the ship.

<to the cargo bay> ((Didn't know if we were going to be using these movement cues or not so I put it in anyway just for the sak of simplicity.))
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Geoff entered the room, closing the hatch behind him, and heading straight for his duffel bag. He pulls out a single bottle, tossing it onto his bunk, and then unbuckles his gunbelt and leaves it atop the duffel bag, pistols and knife still on it. He tosses his shirt to the floor as he takes it off and then lays in his bunk, grabbing the bottle of liqour as he does so. He opens it up and takes a drink as he stares up at the ceiling. He does very little else for a long while.

Geoff opened and eye slowly and was distressed to find that his head didn't ache, his stomach wasn't queasty and his mouth wasn't a mass of cotton. Nor was he at all disoriented about where he was or how he had gotten there. Which means that Geoff is pretty much sober and that is a state he is not overly familiar with. He sits up in his bed, still grasping the bottle of liqour from when he fell asleep though it is now only half full. He runs a hand through his sleep tussled hair and then stands up to stretch. He grasps the bottle of liqour all the while.

He yawns lightly as he picks up his shirt and gunbelt, having slept in his pants and boots without really meaning to, and throws them over his shoulder as he steps out of his room. He figures that, since he's up and the thought of eating isn't going to turn his stomach, he might as well get see if he can get one of those protien packs for a breakfast.

------>Dining Room

Geoff entered his bunk and tossed the two bottles onto his bed. He sighed and stretched lightly as he went to his duffel bag and took out a change of clothes, placing that on his bed also. He then walks over to the small toilet to answer the call of nature and strips off his old clothes so he can splash some water over himself in the small sink. After tossing his dirty clothes onto the ground and shaking himself dry, he gets dressed in fresh clothes that look much like his old ones though the shirt is a dull red and his pants are black. After buckling his gunbelt and slipping his boots on, he sighs lightly as he moves to climb out of his bunk and see about breakfast.

------>Dining Hall

Geoff climbed down into his bunk and moved to his duffel bag, kicking some of the junk on the floor as he does so. He digs out his last clean shirt, a sleeveless shirt much like the one he wears now except colored a dark blue, and grabs one of his bottles of liqour before heading back out of the room.

------->Dining Hall

Having precured the meds from Londinium all onboard Destiny have been vaccinated.  The recovering crew took refuge on the Gypsy planet Paquin where they buried the two children, Sephone and Tate, who were lost on their last mission.  Now that everyone is back on their feet Destiny is looking for work once more, while trying to avoid a very angry Cortez, Alliance patrols, and Bosik's men.
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"76...77...78...79...80.." he counted out to himself as he performed yet anotherr series of push-ups on a space on the cluttered floor of his bunk that he had managed to clear off. In the weeks they had been landed on Paquin, he had ben spending a lot of time working out like this. Either that or drinking. He was no idiot so he knew why he was doing these things. To keep himself occupied. To keep himself from thinking. And he figured that was for the best. He had even been starting to feel more like his old self during the last week.

In the days following Tate's burial, he had been raher quiet and depressed though he had tried his best to hide it. Especially from Lei, who he had taken upon himself to look after. Nobody else had been able to and she hadn't exactly been fond of the captain, at first. Now, he was starting to feel better and he figured that was a good thing. He sighed lightly to himself as he finished up and moved to take a rather quick shower, nothing more than a rinse really. Afterwards, he dressed quickly, even putting on the hat that he had goten back on Valon and found rather spiffy, and headed out of his bunk.

----->Cargo Bay

Geoff woke up to the sound of the announcement calling them all to the dining hall and he groaned slightly as he through the blanket off of him and sat up in bed, swinging his legs out over the edge as he did so. He yawned and stretched lightly, rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes, and then stood up with a slow look about his room. He shrugged lightly and headed for his duffel bag to retrieve one of the new sets of clothes he had bought. He had had to replace some of his clothes after they had been stained with....well, he had had to replace them and that was all that mattered. He'd rather not remember what they were stained with, though he couldn't banish the memory from his mind no matter how much he tried.

He sighed lightly as he pulled out a new pair of pants and a new shirt and looke them over. They were good enough, simple in design and color. The pants were like his usual and colored black. The shirt, owever, he'd have to modify a bit. The sleeves were long and he liked room to breathe so they'd have to go. But the captain was calling so he slipped on his pants and boots and put on his gunbelt as he held the shirt loosely in his right hand and headed out of his bunk for the dining hall.


-------->Dining Hall

After getting their ship back the crew of Destiny began to pick up the pieces that Kyron had shattered.  Against most of the crews wishes Kyron was kept alive - although no official plans had yet been made for what to do with him when it became apparent that Wei-Li was falling into critical condition. Destiny needed medical help and fast.  They made way for the nearest planet at the time - Orisis.
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After the fire fight at the Grand Yacht Party Kale worked out an arrangement with the Caddigan's.  Conveniently, the crews good friend Kyron Bates footed the bill with his bank card that he accidently dropped during his hijack attempt and which Wei-Li luckily found.  So finally the crew returned home ... back to Destiny.  Although slightly worse for wear.

They had been out in the black for a few days when Kale recieved a wave from his good friend and old professor, Walton Squires.  It was a pleasant surprise to recieve an invitation to his home on Regina and also to hear that he had a job for them ...
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After successfully delivering the stamp to the Professor and despite the loss of their first mate, the crew of Destiny headed back into the black.  Back to work.  A few jobs later has left them with a crate from Xiaygin to be delivered to Torrance Station.  They've just docked at the space station located on the rim.

Its now been almost a month since the museum job and Rhaef leaving - the wounds are healing but they haven't been forgotten yet.
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[From Destiny: Cargo Bay]

Kale moved quickly into Geoff's bunk and sighed.  The room was a gorram junk heap.  Stuff was thrown every which way and cluttering the floors ... it was undeniably Geoff's room.  The thought brought a sad smile to Kale's face - he wasn't entirely sure Geoff would be coming back here.  As soon as the thought crossed his mind though he pushed it away.  He had to hope, he had to hope that they'd make it back, he had to hope they'd get off this station - otherwise he might as well be giving up now.

"Alrigh' now I know you got some liquor in here somewhere ..." Kale said aloud to himself as he began to dig around the room.  He finally did find a few bottles tucked under the mans bed.  He was surprised though that there were only three.  Geoff must be drinking less these days.  Three wasn't going to be enough though.  Kale started heading out of Geoff's bunk when it occured to him that Rhaef might actually have a bottle or two as well.  He wished it hadn't cccured to him though.  That empty feeling in his stomach filled him again.  He hadn't gone into Rhaef's bunk since he left.

He couldn't think about that now ... he just needed to focus on the task at hand.

[To Destiny: Rhaef's Bunk]

Lei had been sitting quietly in Geoff's bunk, curled up atop his bed with his blanket wrapped securely around her like a sheild.  She'd been crying.  No matter what the Captain said she couldn't stop believing the Geoff was dead, that they were all going to die.  She could hear the screams outside the ship no matter how tightly she tried to cover her ears.  She could feel every explosion that rocked the ship.  She thought of Connor's prayer and hoped that it was going to work.

She had been sitting in the room for what felt like forever when she heard a voice that made her cry all over again, but this time in relief.  Geoff!!!  Lei threw the blanket off of herself and went running for the door.  She didn't care if it wasn't safe.  Lei had never felt so many emotions in her entire life and now they were all coming at her at once and all she cared about was seeing Geoff again.

[To Destiny: Cargo Bay]

After their daring escape from Torrance Station the crew of Destiny was left broken and beaten ... and one crew member short.  The mourning had just begun for the crew but they had to press on.  They dropped the young boy which Kale, Geoff, and Wei-Li had saved off with his father and then turned to Paquin for Ren's funeral.  It was a short trip that left all of them with heavy hearts but Ren's death had effected no one as hard as Acacia.  So two weeks later found the crew of Destiny on Osiris saying goodbye to their doctor.

And although he was millions of miles away, as Destiny and her crew suffered ... so did Rhaef ...
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[From Destiny: Kale’s Bunk]

Geoff entered his room and sat down at the edge of his bed. It was hard to find a spot that wasn’t full of random objects and substances that had collected there, but he managed. Deciding it was about time he cleaned the place up a bit, he knocked the items off the bed into a corner. He smiled slightly at a job well done. He hadn’t smiled much lately, it felt odd.

He leaned back onto the now clear surface of his bed. He didn’t want to go back to the dining hall without having said anything to Kale, but still wasn’t too anxious to see how bad a mood the Captain was in either.

Nothin’ ta do but wait.

A glint in the corner caught his eye, one of his many flasks sat atop the pile of junk. He sat up and started for it before he realized what he was doing. Ah, Wong Ba Duhn! He stopped himself and turned back to the bed. Ya don’t need it. Ya stopped fer this long, ya don’t need it. Geoff didn’t sound convinced, even in his own head. Then thoughts of the last time he drank and what happened with Lei started to drown out his own objections. He turned back around and quickly kicked part of the pile over the flask. The overturned junk revealed another flask that had been lying underneath. “Gorram it!”  He stormed out of his room, tossing the door shut behind him.

[To Destiny: Dining Hall]

[From Destiny: Dining Hall]

The door shook in its frame as it was thrown closed. He stood for a moment trying to collect his thoughts. When that started taking too long, he looked around trying to find something to distract himself from being destructive to his little room. There, gleaming at the bottom of the junk pile, sat his flask. Withdrawal hit him almost as hard as he had wanted to hit the new focus of Wei-Li's attention. He reached down, grabbed the flask and unscrewed the top.

Geoff continued to stare at the yet untouched open flask. He had been sitting there for awhile; staring at the booze had been somewhat therapeutic. He had calmed down somewhat since his blow up back in the dining hall.
He sighed. She can do whatever the hell she wants. She wants some pretty fly boy, not much I can do ‘bout it, he’s gonna be gone soon anyway.

The captain’s voice spoke over the intercom.

The hell is that about?

He screwed the cap back on and tossed it back onto the pile. He quickly splashed some water on his face and headed towards the bridge.

[To Destiny: Bridge]

With the bay doors shut and Dake's capable hands at the yoke Destiny left Osiris behind - if only they could leave the painful memories there with it ...

The black was a welcome change from the core world which always made the crew uneasy.  But they all knew that peril lay ahead.  Rhaef was in danger and it there job to go save him.  However this was the most divided the crew had been since the first day Destiny took to the sky.  There was a lot of patching up to do before they reached Beaumonde and had to once again work as a team.

[ From Cargo Bay ]

One thought brushed the fringes of his mind as Geoff sank into the thing that served as a room.  Luckily, though, that thought was so quickly shoved out of his mind that he didn't have time to actually register it.  It had something to do with cleaning up, though.  He was sure of that.

It didn't take long to pick out the weapons he was going to use.  Twin pistols were an obvious choice.  Knives, crowbar shoved into the top of a boot... hey, it worked, doubling as an ankle stablizer.  He didn't need an ankle stablizer, but what the hell?

After selecting a few more "toys" and making sure he had ammo aplenty, Geoff climbed back out of his bunk.  He buckled a vest in place, sliding a few spare knives and clips in various pockets before sparing half a second to glance rakishly at one of his "artworks".

He then double-timed it back to the cargo bay.  He was in the zone.  He was about to kill something.  Good times!

-- To Cargo Bay

The crew of Destiny has finally managed to get itself back on its feet.  After a trying past few months things are starting to go back to normal.  The absence of Ren and Acacia is still felt but the ships newest members have begun to find a home on board the old freighter.  Most relationships have been mended and although there are still some unanswered questions between members of the crew life has been peaceful.

However, after a few months of excitement and trials the crew has discovered that the cash flow has come to a sputtering halt.  The crew needs a job and soon.  First rule of the black is to keep flying.  Fortunately, one of Kale's contacts managed to put him in touch with the infamous Sin Twins.  The girls are probably the most ... unpredictable of contacts, one can never be quite certain what they're getting into when dealing with them.  But one thing is for certain, the pay-out is always good.  The crew has set up a meeting with the twins in a casino on Santo to get more details about the possible job.
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Geoff felt himself rising up from the pitch black depths of slumber.  The remnants of the alcohol he'd consumed the night before struggled to keep him weighed down. He didn't much feel like leaving the comfort of sleep behind, but by the time he surrendered to currents dragging him down, he was being pulled upward by consciousness.

His eyes opened, and the world swam into focus.

Headache: check.  Cotton mouth: check.  The smell of booze still clinging to his pores: double check.

Geoff smiled.  Obviously hadn't been too bad a night.

His girls gazed down at him from their usual positions on his walls.  He blew a kiss to all of them as he propped himself up in bed.  His head shrieked for a brief second in protest, but it eventually eased into a dull and steady throb.  Geoff wasn't surprised to see the remnants of his late night binge still littered across the floor: four empty bottles of various whiskeys and liquors.  "Lightweight" was never a word that would or could be used to describe Geoff Wolfe.

He got up on gradually steadying legs and changed into a semi-fresh set of clothes.  He started to remember what was on the agenda for the day: Connor was set to leave, and Kale wanted to meet up with the Sin Twins on Santo.  Geoff slipped a pistol into his waistband before putting on his boots and making his way out.

The door to his bunk opened, and immediately the smell of cooking food wafted in to meet him.  It smelled like Wei-Li was cooking again.

[To: Dining Hall]