Raul walks into the room, taking in the new surroundings, but confusion still apparent on his face on why he was invited.

Raul sits down in the appointed sit, and then grins. "Either will do ma'am. I'm fairly laid back on what I'm called...unless I'm called late for dinner, and then I'll be upset." Raul stops, figuring she probably doesn't get the joke, and coughs. "But anyway, that begs the question, what is your preferred mode of address? Shall I call you Marshall? T'risa? Or is there some other form that I'm not aware of?"

Raul's face tightens at these statements. He fights to keep his emotions in check on the irrational thoughts of personal violation of his mind.

Raul accepts the book, and turns it over in his hands for several moments, trying to organize his thoughts. "Thank you for the gift ma'am. I am sorry to say that I do not have one to give you in exchange." His voice becomes a bit distant, "Yes, friends are precious commodities to be treasured. I thank you for the offer to talk...but I do not wish to at this time."

T'risa had no idea why Raul would think she would call him "late for dinner". Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Her smile showed she had no idea what he meant by that, but she decided to be amused by his comment as he was trying to make a joke.

"Please call me T'risa, Raul. The only time I would expect to be called Marshal K'mahda would be in front of strangers while we are working in our professional capacity. Even when we are working amongst ourselves I would prefer to be called T'risa."

T'risa noted the tension on his face, it was common when she mentioned her talent, she decided to explain more.

"I am not intruding on your thoughts. I would never do such a thing unless requested to or if it related to my occupation....it's just...your emotions are very strong. They radiate from you. You must have noticed some O'Maeda maintaining a distance from you. I can not block them in close proximity to you."

T'risa was gratified to see the Doctor accept the present.

"I did not expect any gift in return. This is a gift to you, that I hope you might come to appreciate. The gift is but a reflection of the giver." T'risa reached out to the doctors arm with a sad smile. "I understand. My door will always be open should you need it."

She decided against saying anything else, it might spoil the doctors mood. He would find his own way through his problems. At least now he knew there was help if he needed it.

"I'm afraid I had no opportunity to invite you to join the rest of us for lunch. Perhaps we can have a communal meal this evening to introduce ourselves to one another"
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He sat in the room he had chosen for himself. He hated long flights. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. He stripped down to his pants his chest bore several gunshots scars as well as a wickedly long cut.
He traced the scar remembering that operation another unnamed world. Thick jungle. The mission had been FUBAR from the get go. Insertion was messy, he had been separated from the unit. That might have just saved his life.

He started doing push ups, the hard muscles of body kept constantly in the most perfect condition. The slow burn as he worked up a sweat. His mind wandered again.
The pouring rain, visibility only about 15 feet. He was working towards the mission window. The job had been to capture or eliminate a rebellious leader. He was about 5 kliks south of the target when he got ambushed. 3 shoots hit him in the chest, liquid fire pouring thru his body. He was barely standing when the man rushed him with what appeared to be a ancient sword. The initial assault left him near dead. He was hauled away, interrogated, beaten and tortured. For 3 weeks he was nothing more than the walking dead.....

He finished his exercises, once again falling back on his bunk and trying to drift to sleep.

*other presents to be given out by PM to keep story short*

"Attention all passengers." Aziza moans over the intercom.  "Situation is being very dire, worthless Pasha clan who are attacked some of us earlier are arming weapons.  I am not thinking coincidence and so I am being raise shields.  All passengers are being braced for hard combat maneuvers are preparing for exposure to vacuum of space in unlikely event we survive initial salvo.  On positive side we are completing prayer first and are in good spiritual condition for inevitable deaths."

"I apologize. I will try to keep my emotions more in check so as to discomfort you."

Raul just nods at this, but his eyes show thanks.

"That's a good idea. As we'll be working together, we should get to know each other."

Raul heads back to his room after his meeting with T'risa. The intercoms sparkle to life:

Oh bloody hell! He runs back to his room and battens down the hatches.

Aziza's casual approach to their projected demise was almost amusing.  He smiled, honestly having more faith in her piloting skills than gruesome death for all of them.  He moved to a space were he was braced storing his bags and belongings, which were quite few really, but was terrific insight into his very traveled life, and light packing...

T'risa blinked in surprise. She reached into her wardrobe, pulling out her shipsuit. She dressed in it as rapidly as she could. Her face grew paler hoping she had enough time to get the suit on before the enemy vessel opened fire.

    Run away litle furesh show us your belly... The pilot of the Pasha scout growled through the comm system, with a sudden maneuver the ship turned away from the station as two Station fighters closed on it's location. " Beg form milk from humans you do now, weak spirits must guard your skinny clan..." The pasha pilot mocked as he accelerated away jumping into hyperspace.

      As the scout claers the Crow's path the exit lanes are open for a clear ump into hyperspace.
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Aziza sighs in relief and guides the ship into hyperspace.
"Attention all Passengers." she announces.  "Danger is being pass us by.  Inferior Pasha clan ship has elected to ambush and murder us later, or possibly malignant spirits of universe are being thought up even more grisly and painful deaths and are preparing them now.  Either way we are being continue alive for now.  Alert is being canceled."

” bald tailed carrion eating belly crawler puts his sensors on this hull, wish to  be to making him regret that his mother let a scavenger mount her, am I.” Rhic snarled his Cesti had a nearly feral quality to it, as if he had learned it from a blood drinker. He smiled wickedly as he spoke, the hidden throat box giving him a full range of sub sonics and ultra sonics that gave a surprisingly pleasant tone to the normally flat and bland tones of a human voice.

      ” Bald Tailed Pasha are clan foe of  clever Furesh?” Rhic asked as he adjusted a pop up chair to allow him to take over the weapons panel and began to preflight the weapons and defensive panels” With permission of Clanship Captain Aziza be performing duties of gunner on this voyage.”

Rhic’s ability to curse is impressive, he even gets the mewling tone of a scavenger right when he call the Pasha bald tailed.”

T'risa carefully took off the shipsuit, preparing it to be able to don in a moments notice for future use as she placed it out of sight into one of the cupboards in her room. She'd been in too many ships that had been attacked to not know the value of being able to get into some protection against vacuum. She lost herself thinking over the events of the recent past.

She sat wondering over how to approach the coming investigation. She needed to take her mind off recent events. She'd only been on the job for less than a day and already she'd logged a formal complaint against a fellow marshal, and been marked as a target. The only problem was that she didn't know why she was marked....was it related to her current investigation, or was it her mother interfering, or was it unrelated to any of that? The only consolation was that regardless, events would unfold and she'd get to the bottom of it eventually.

She picked out one of the trashy novels she picked up in the market. She needed some escapism. Something to just get away from it all. Love on the frontier she smiled, as she leaned back on her bed and started reading the first page.

"Pasha clan are being. . . rivals to Furesh clan.  Two clans greatest traditional starship crafters of all Cesti, but with greatly different policies of construction.  Furesh clan are being builds few vessels with great care and peerless quality.  Pasha clan are being mass produces junk ships for sale to unwary." Aziza adjusts the controls twice and moves away from the control mound.
"Now in supra-light, not dangerous aside from engine being exploding and killing us all, and if that happen we are being dying without notice it."
Like any cat, Aziza goes through a long series of stretches before continuing.
"Like this ship, Furesh model 42.  Fastest ship in entire galaxy, was being set new galactic record. . ." her eyes grow vacant a moment as she calculates times.  ". . . 213 years ago.  Still as fast as most inferior Pasha scouts today.  But Furesh clan main shipyard was being suffered terrible explosion last decade, and Pasha clan has gained advantage, now is being flexing muscles against Furesh like Aziza who is being trying to help recovery by leaving clan module to be look for outside assets."

Raul hears that the danger has passed with a relief. Glad nothing came of that! He picks up the book that T'risa gave him, and begins to read through it.

ooc: is this a well-known book, or, if it comes up again in conversation, can stuff be made up on the fly?

Through the whole of the incident and tense moments between the Pasha and Furesh scout Balkir slept like a baby. A trick he learned in the marines, he could sleep through most anything, including enemy shelling. He woke up as everything went back to normal. He rubbed his eyes and wandered off the mess hall to find a snack. He fixed himself up a little sandwich and began wandering through the halls of the ship. He eventually found his way to the medbay module. He strode in rather casually. "Hey doc, never really got a good chance to introduce myself. Especially considering I have the feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other." he said with a smile that had more then a bit of mischief in it. He leaned casually on the operating table in the medbay casually finishing his sandwich. "So whats your story. Yer a respectable doctor right? How'd you wind up with a bunch'a less-than-reputable mercs. Did you cross some crime-boss or something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I've done that, not fun." he said shaking his head.

He had made his way back to his bunk after the incident with the other ship. He silently cursed to himself reminding himself why he hated to fly. He pulled out a cigar smelling the aroma before tucking the rest of the box away. It won't hurt to have one. He thought to himself lightly the cigar on his way back towards the communal areas. He might as well get to know his teammates a bit before all their lives depended on each other. He wandered aimlessly thru the ship before finding his way into the mess hall with the Doc and the other big guy. He nodded blowing out a thick cloud of smoke at the same time. "How's it going Doc? Seems you got company. Was just wandering around figure I get to know everyone a bit." He stuck the Cigar back in his mouth waiting for a reply.

Raul puts the book of poetry down after skimming it for a bit. Definitely some beautiful works in there. I'll need to look back at it later. He puts the book away with the others that he brought with him, and heads down to the med bay. He quickly does some diagnostics to make sure that the ship's going to alert hasn't tampered with anything. He looks up in surprise.

"Hello Mr. Kovul." He pauses for a moment, "Or is there some other mode of address you would prefer? But to answer your question, yes, I am a respectable doctor. I've passed the boards for general practice and cybernetic surgery. As for why I'm here..." he stops talking as another visitor walks in.

He chuckles, "Not used to having this many uninjured people in a med bay. Hello Mr. Grym...or is there another mode of address you would prefer? Its going well, thank you. Yourself?"

Well it's a bit of improvisation, you can feel free to make up wuotes, and occasionally I'll add a quote i feel appropriate.

     The Crow accelerates smoothly into the departure zone, beacons signal Aziza she is clear to transit to Hyperspace at any time, the ship compact Mass reaction power core growls and throbs with pent up power causing the ship to thrum with its rhythm. The ships hyper drive began to store gigawatts of electrical power burning fuel at an incredible rate as it began to set up quantum level vibrations in the very fabric of space/time.

            As Aziza makes her final adjustments the drives spike creating a visible distortion in space, the shimmering ripple quickly resolving into a tangle of energy filaments and glowing matter as space and time simply parts to allow the ship to pass through into the exotic realm of Hyperspace. Beyond the glowing portal a hellish realm of fire ash and shoals of exotic matter swirl and shift in the endless void of the nether realm that allowed ships to traverse great distances in a fraction of the time even the most powerful realspace drives could manage. From the station it seemed as if the Crow suddenly exploded into motion hurtling down the tunnel into hyperspace at speeds that left little but a blur of motion to mark the ships passage. In an instant the gate closed and space normalized leaving no sigh of the ships passage except a swarm of energetic particle, tachyons, neutrons and stranger particles.



 OOC
 Entering Hyperspace: Pilot (DC 25) Time 1d4 minutes (time may be reduced by 1 rd per point DC exceeded)

Success: Ship enters hyperspace without damage
Critical Success: indicate ships fuel efficiency for duration of flight is increased by 100%
Failure Indicates; ship takes 1d6 points of damage per point roll was failed by (No DR)
Critical Failure: Indicates ship takes 10d6 (+ 1d6 per point of failure), the ship does not Enter hyperspace, and its hyper drive is inactive until repaired.

OOC~ Well that sucks.  Looks like a probable critical failure.  A 25's fairly even for well min-maxed characters at our level though, so I won't sweat it.

17:01, Today: Aziza rolled 15 using 1d20+13. Pilot Check (Hyperspace.

     The crow shudders and bucks for several seconds, even for a solid built ship the transition into hyperspace in the violent region of hyperspace making the transition rougher than in most areas. Alarm indicators bleat and warble as several systems overload and shut down. So far nothing serious has malfunctioned and the redundant systems kick in without fail to keep the ship functioning smoothly.

20:11, Today: Prometheus rolled 37 using 10d6. damage from Hyperspace transition.

Don’t worry this area of space is nasty for ships making transit without a hyper gate. Most transitions are much easier in more civilized areas.

ooc: is there something Raul can do to repair any damage?

Raul's conversation is interrupted by the rough translation to hyperspace.

Bloody Hell! That was a bit rougher than normal. Raul's hands fly over his screen as he tries to assess the damage. Pardon me gentlemen, but it would seem that I can be of help in engineering to repair some of this damage. With that, Raul runs out, grabs his repair gear, and heads down to engineering.
00:39, Today: Raul Sanderson rolled 28 using 1d20+12. computer use.
00:39, Today: Raul Sanderson rolled 24 using 1d20+12. repair.

   Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome to the Delta," Rhic's voice came over the Intercome,"" The quantum flux in this area is bad, and there is never a smooth transition, As far as I know Aziza Made a rather smooth transition for a small ship, the big boys can muscle through most of the turbulance but we might ant to lock down anything breakable from now on.

    I've uploaded mission Packets to your terminals so If you have some time left over after we reset all the breakers you can look them over."

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Balkiir, leoulin, and Grym: Your packet includes detailed maps survey charts and photos of the compound the dig and service areas, it is sufficient to plot lines of sight, likely positions to snipe from and good locationsfor survielance packages.

Raul: Included in your packet is all the medical and forensic data on the victims, tissue smaple, and samples of foriegn bodies recovered from the corpse.

T'risa: Included are detaild files on the crime scene and personnell files on all people at the dig and serving on ships that were in port theda of the murder. It includes a few criminal records and one or two military service records.

Aziza there is an updated Hyper chart for the region to allow you to plot your course and try to avoid the worst of the evironmentl hazzards in theis area.