The military section of the ship, situated right below the bridge and Captain's quarters, is restricted to military staff only. It contains several sleeping dorms, appartments for officers, a training course and gun range, and an operations center with full computer access to the ship. Security clearance 'Restricted' and upwards is required to enter these areas.

Chief morale officer Jan VanderBeek exited the turbolift, going into the hallway and heading straight for the reinforced barrack doors. They remained firmly shut despite him swinging his wrist along the scanner.

"Marco, open the barracks."

It took but a fraction of a second for marco to reply.
"I am sorry, you do not have access."

Vanderbeek sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"Marco, open the barracks. Override authorisation code Echo-Hawk-Monolith-Vanderbeek. Confirm."

The double doors slid open, allowing Jan access into a larger central hall. Doors lead to at least eight other areas, the front desk was unmanned. Lockers adorned the wall everywhere, nicely worked into the wall surfaces so as to seem completely normal. He flipped his wrist at the nearest one.
A panel slid open, allowing access to four SA-80X bullpup assault rifles. Slinging one over his shoulder he grabbed a couple clips before he closed the panel again and left the barracks.

VanderBeek --> Bridge

Blake enters, draws a sidearm, and leaves. The total time spent in the barracks can'take be more than 3 minutes.

<<<<<< from CArgo Hold

 Carrying    his  duffles . he wore his flight JAcket, bearing the  Logo adout  200 years ago.

 809 squadron..  the insignia had Kangaroo  sitting in a cartoon fighter, that was firing its  weapons.. under the cartoon was the  motto " Strike first...Strike Hard "


 If troy's  barracks are close he'll help him find his. then he goes to his  apartments, and Punches in his access code.

Troy goes looking for his bunk. Being just a commisioned soldier he has a bed in one of the larger rooms, sharing it normally with 4 others. Since he is the first one, he selects the bed furthest from the wall and starts to put his gear into one of the lockers.
Then he decides to lay down, give his body some rest.
If you guys need me just holler okay

    In his apartment, he   slips out of the Medbay gown , putting on his   Unifrom   and Boots , feeling a bit better.

  he looks   at the  head cover and ops  for the  809 ball cap, rather then the  Beret.

  from inside the duffle that carried his   Uniform and other  gear he used  when flying. , a worn , but well cared  for  weapons belt, with his Glock and kabar.

 he straps the boot knife  on  his legs. Sitting on a small chair, but a small table. he checks out his weapon  AND  mags.

  when he is satisfied, the  weapon is holstered, and one  of the three exta mags  goes in the casing on the  other  side of the belt..the opther  two go in   the  dresser by his bed.

 Slipping on his   Jacket once more  and zipping it about a few inches, he feels more like himself...The pictures of him with his  Fighter  on the HMAS Adelaide...  a pair of  picture  of him making MArks in a game against Sydney Swans, that set up their  win.. there were a pair of Pictures or WWI aricaft in dogfights  as well, and at least 12 books, 3 AFL  books, 4 on WWI aces and the rest were 'care and feeling of Hellcat fighters...all save one... " Staying alive behind the lines" a how to book of dealing with  nature and your enemies..the books is more worn then the others.

 There is a Bobble ehad of him with his   #19 on that was signed by the Goolang team when he went off to fly.

 he   just let the rest sit, including the duffle with the rest of his uniforms and off duty items... he did  secure the boxes of Glock round in a locked  drawer.

 As he stepped out of his  apartment and locked it down he said to Marco, Marco? Lance Copr  Patterson is taking a rest... I'm on the  way to Hanger bay 1... please inform  anyone who  might need us!

 he  heads towards the lifts, eagerness to see his fighter again.

From:  Cryo

   Maxwell accessed the Barracks, then used her chip to open the Security Office.  She opened her locker and withdrew her duty belt.  Jen checked to see that the black nylon belt with it's holster and pouches had survived the trip to date.  Jen filled the pouches with a pair of handcuffs, a rechargeable flashlight, a taser, three seventeen round mags of 9mm ammunition, and a now loaded Gen 4 Glock 17 from the Security Office arms locker.

   Now officially dressed for work, Jen logged into the system to write an investigative summary of what she had discovered to date.  She logged it under her personal password to keep the results of the open case from prying eyes.

   Jen logged the note of the pod locations into the evidence locker.  She kept the .22, spending a minute to give it a bit of gun oil to help it function better for when it was needed.  She found an ankle holster small enough to hold the back up piece in the undercover gear carton and wrapped it securely in place to hold her new backup weapon.  Jenni now felt ready to face the world, or in this case, her new world.
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Moved to Security Thread
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Making her way from the Cryo facility Lee shuffled along the passage leading to the barracks. Leaning an arm against the bulkhead for support as she tapped away on the ID interface to get access. She didn't much care for vocal recognition prefering to tap away as the activity assisted in post cryo-recovery. As the door slid open a display showed directions to her billet; glancing at the image Lee wove her way to the assignrd billet stowed her gear changed into Standard Opp 2 Uniform, downed a 600ml of rehydration fluid while She was in need of replenishing her depleted reserves with several high yield food packs. Slipping the packs into the food processing device which reconstituted and heated them she watched as they filled out and become more appealing. After finishing the meals she tidied up and headed to the opeations area to report for duty.
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Returning to Barracks Lee suggested two of the Marines check out the Barracks Gymnasium to make sure the equipment was in working order whilst the others could assess the Barracks condition stating that she'd be reviewing the database for irregularities.
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To her surprise Lee found she didn't just have a bunk assigned to her, but actually a small appartment. All ranking officers had one. It was small, and contained only the basic bed, chair and table, a small kitchen and shower, but it was a place to call home. Also, it had closets, so she could stow her gear.

Back in her cabin Lee set to logging on and interrogating the system for possible data loss or corruption.

Lee logs on to the central mainframe, quickly discovering that since the restart of the reactor earlier that morning the ship's systems are working like a charm.
However, someone is hacking into the ship AI, trying to find backlogs and lost files. Whoever is doing it, he is very good at what he does, even if M4RC0 is a terribly difficult system to hack.

In reply to barracks (msg # 13):

Pleased that the ships systems are running smoothly, she continues checking the database.
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Lee gave a her shoulders a slight shrug, she couldn't do anthing more. Leaving her system doing diagnostics she decided to explore the ship. Starting her foray by heading to the Med facility.
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Hello Lee Jay. Transferring message from the captain:

Thank you for the information. Please check with Blake Germaine that it is not him doing the hacking. If it is, there is no problem. If its not, please inform security and have the culprit arrested. Once done, please report to captain's quarters.

In reply to CS-8 Marco Polo (msg # 16):

Grimacing as the voice of M4RC0-P010 relates its message. Thank you M4RC0-P010 is the source of this intrusion Blake Germaine did you carry out my instructions regarding the source. she prompts.

to Medical Facilities
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Blake's wrist implant allows him access to the barracks, he then takes the staircase on the right (because lifts are for those who wish to be unfit), and enters his appartment. He makes a cup of restoring tea, lifegiving tea, and sets to work at the terminal with a passion.

HAving all the rest he needs Blake quickly gets back into the systems, trying to find out who hacked Marco, and what was hidden or deleted.

>>> from Cyro...

  )))) He   enters  his apartment, taking off his  jacket, and  hanging it  up.... Moving to the chair, he takes the  flight  disc out, slides it into  computer  and watches the   film...he runs it slow.. and looks over the topside of the Marco... he is looking for  thruster burns from a shuttle  or  another aircraft, taking off...

  With his  eyes  blinking a bit, he gets up to lock his door.. the  continues to watch, until he fell asleep in the chair, His  feet up on the little  desk.(((((


adding this  to new post...
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As Kray makes his way to the barracks for some much needed rest, he is called at in the hallway. Its a familiar voice, one that has been snarling at him before today.
"You! Why you at Yuri's pod?"
Tech sergeant Kong-We comes pacing at him, long strides intent on intercepting him before he reaches the barracks.
"I do not know why or how you wake up first, but Yuri number 1. When he wake, you will shut big mouth! I remember you! Wargames, india 2040. You good pilot. Hotshot. Yuri calm, calculated. You lucky you win. Yuri had off day. You leave him be!"
She waves her little finger in front of Kray's face, her gaze cold.
"My hangar, my rule!"

 Shadow looks at Wung We,  normally jovial self was not anywhere near.Well...SGT!... That..will change. Your Job... Your resposiblities...are to keep our   planes  in the air.... so..Your  rules don't matter much...any more.... SGT!

 ..Yuri has  always had help.... best aircraft..new parts....and  when he does beat me..its  by shavings...so...SGT..... i suggest you go back to your Job...SGT... IS THAT  BLOODLY CLEAR?

 Then Continues on.....

As Shadow reaches the barracks doors, he is once again startled by a voice. A more friendly one this time, more calculated too. Inquisitive.

"My my... you must have really pissed Lu off..." Jan Vanderbeek grins as he steps from a side hallway. He chuckles. "She's usually so... charming."

"Jan VanderBeek," he says as he extends his hand. "Morale officer."

"I hate to see our people argue amongst themselves. I know you pilots are usually hotheads, but I'd like to state, for the record, that pissing off your techie isn't all that smart. So whats going on?"

    Kray stops , as he rounds on the voice, the tone of the voice  manages to  revive his normal state of being,..well.. its a bit of  story, don't ya know. But since you asked... I'll bloody well tell it.

  Collecting himself, he begins,Now?..I'm a right blue  collar person..everythin' i have , i had  to earn twice over..whether it was a spot on the Geelong Cats... of gettin' my bloody ticket  to  fly for the RAN.......he holds up a hand,

 anyway.. after wrestlin' with the bloody batteries and   running about the ship... I wannda to  get my  Lady into the air... I won't be lyin' I wanted to get out there and Fly...but? sicne  there's stuff  wrong, and folks wonderin' why... i figured I could   Get same damn good  Gun cam  film fer the folks who do the  fixin'...And? Its a damn good thing i got out here?.. the bloody 3rd  engine is all bent like... so.. we've been getting pushed to the  bloody port, the whole time the engine was  fired up....

 Now..the bleedin' yelling? Well.. on the Adelaile.. we  treated   our ground  folks  the ebst we bloody knew how... cause we know they have a hard  job..me?.. i can fix most stuff in my cockpit... but  not the engines... never  studied that deep....

 His  jaws  work a bit  as he looks  down the  hall, then back,..so?.. when i get disrepected, by a non-com...when part of the reason i'm going out there, is  ta make sure we all don't die..well ... I ain't letting no bloody Drongo treat me like an bloody alf!

  reaching inside his jacket it  and pulls out his notepad  and pen and  Writes Hanschel's name down,This  Bloke?.. He got me out the doors  so I could  do the Bloody Job I wanted to do....

 ..But...the main reason  i got so bloody agro, was she was gonna  work on Yuri's machine..even after i told her what i wanna do?.. I mean.. for right now..i am the flight leader until Yuri wakes up..and she was  what?..gonna  work on his  casue of his rank?... becasue his   #1...my Bloody number is 19 because that's  what I wore  for the Bloody Cats!...there's a  bleedin popscile  getting his  ride  worked on?..when i need ta get my Lady out in the bloody Black?...I don't pull rank..  I don't like to...but  when ya  run into drongo's like that?..ya have ta....

 The  he  motioned with an arm down  the way Kong=we went  and let it drop.....Then.... his voice  is softer now,..she jumps me in the   bloody hallwaay asking me questions about   Yuri's Pod, and   tries to ttell me about her  rules?..... that  about  one too many  'roo's in the  garden..

 ...didn't bloody help that  Maxwell thinks  i'm a bleedin'  drongo meslef now.. after wanting to check  to see if the guy in yuri's Pod...is...Yuir?


 He starts  to put his  pad into his pocket and feels the disc.......how much ya know about the ship?

"I know her pretty well. I helped develop her. That is, I advised on the civilian parts of it. Come, walk with me," he turns and leads Shadow through the hallway a couple doors down, entering a larger appartment. There he drops on a chair and offers Shadow one. Its a nice appartment, easily fitting a family in size.

"I advised on CS-6 and CS-7 too, but wasn't interested back when they left in joining them." He opens the cabinet above the table he is sitting at, removing two glasses and a bottle of scotch. The aroma as he opens it betrays its strength. Not too strange, as its nearly 140 years old.

"When my wife died in 2033 I decided I had no reason to stay on earth, so I opted to join the Polo. They made me morale officer just to get me a rank."
As he fills the two glasses he sighs. After a pause and a sip he continues.

"Now, I'm no soldier, and I don't claim to know everything, but I think when Timochev wakes up, you and him, you need to have a sit down. I'll let you in on a little secret. Kong-We, the techie... She's about as brilliant as they come. She's probably the one on this ship that knows her best of all, and she didn't even help build her. The girl is just a miracle when it comes to technical stuff... but... she is also very much damaged goods. 115 years of cryo still don't fix heartache you know..."
He stands up, walking around his appartment a bit.

"That number 19 you are flying... It wasn't meant for you when the squadron was put together. It was Steffan Pirrinen's jet. Or at least it was supposed to be. He has 18 now. The original pilot for 18 died four weeks before departure. You might have heard of him. Thomas Yuen. Chinese fighter pilot."
The name did indeed ring a bell. Even in australia the pilots talked about the guy. He was supposed to be a real prodigy. Untill he crashed into the pacific and was declared dead. Heck, Shadow had even been part of a search party looking for the wreckage.

"Yuen was Kong-We's fiancé. You are here in his place."

Jan emptied his glass, waiting for Shadow to soak up his words.

 Shadow  hooked at his drink.. took a  bit of a taste, the  shrugged, and took a bit more.

 Ya.... The captain on the Adelaide ha d tried to get me  on Marco early on?..he said  something along the lines of.... ' you don't have the standing, Mate'    he shrugged,wasn't bloody surprised, nothin; i hadn't had to work through before....This was  different... ya didn't get to go? there was no 'next time'. Then the call came?

  swirling the glass around,she might  be  crushed? But there's too dman many folks on this ship, for what she  did.... the damage   isn't great..but it needs  fixed... an' me goin' out there? saved  the    repair folks hours..maybe days of   checking things out...and? who knows.. Vibrations get too  bad?.. the  ship does an impression  of the bloody Hindenburg...

 he stares  at the glass  as he watches the  fluid  swirl,...what's in hanger  4? he looks at Jan  as soon as he asks the question.

"What hangar 4? We have a hangar 4?" Vanderbeek looks genuinly baffled. "Nah, no way. There's no hangar 4. Not to my knowledge. But like I said, I was a part of the design for the civilian sections. You should ask the captain, or maybe Timochev once he wakes up. Once you find out, let me know. "
He fills his glass again.
"Or ask Kong-we. I'm sure she'll know."

"Anyway, as I was saying. You took the place of her fiancé. Or at least thats how most will see it. I'm sure thats how she sees it. I remember her being fully against haviing Yuen replaced. Those pilots had been training together for four months. She was afraid having a new pilot in the team would screw with the status quo. Timochev pulled Lu through the darkness. Maybe thats why she started on his jet first. I think she doesn't even know it was him that selected you as a replacement."

  ..i  have my Gun Cam disc, since we  don't  have adjutant...I'm gonna   look it over  better in my   rooms.   taking a deeper  drink he smack his lips.

 ..lots of us lost stuff... Kong-We.. You... he points  with his glass to him.

  ..everyone.... so? what i expect  is folks to be willing to  do what it takes  to get thing s done.. i bloody have  since 1st bloody grade... so...ya...

   Finishing his glass, setting  his  Glass  down, he nods to Jan,..thank you for the drink...an' the talk. But there is something not  right, when you have a pilot ready to do recon, and your chief ...wizard..wants to   work on the ice cube's  craft  first..I don't care if she don't like me... it not her job ta like me, nor mine to make her..when Yuri wakes up, they can get all warm an d fuzzy..but?.. ya cross the wrong  line, when you try and stop me from doin' my job.

 ..and that.. is   all i  have... M' Plane, and m' job... left  football behind.. a girl behind..and what tiny part of m' familyso?... I'm thinkin' were all even...

 he  gives him a   knuckle salute... before he leaves he says,On the inside of the ship..we have Hnager   doores  1...2..and 3...and bays to match them.... but Hanger  4... doesn't  show up   inside the ship..be real inetrestin' to see what's in there...

When Lee returns she finds the diagnostics still running. Despite knowing that there is a hacker active, M4RC0 seems unable to pinpoint the location of the hack. Whoever is inside his sytems is good. Very good.
Diagnostics do tell her that said hacker is not changing or deleting programs though. Rather, the person inside M4RC0's coding is trying to find lost data. Recover it.

Blake asks Marco where Sgt Musashi is, knocks on the door to his(/her) apartment. "Hello. I hear you've spotted me trying to find out what happened to the system. I can confirm that it *is* me that you're reading, so we've not found the source of the problem yet. Do you fancy a bit of pair programming on the problem?"
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He   enters  his apartment, taking off his  jacket, and  hanging it  up.... Moving to the chair, he takes the  flight  disc out, slides it into  computer  and watches the   film...he runs it slow.. and looks over the topside of the Marco... he is looking for  thruster burns from a shuttle  or  another aircraft, taking off...

 Getting up to lock his Door, he sits  Back down,..Marco?.. LT  Shadow here...can ya  tell me what's in Hanger bay 4...? And why is it not connceted to  the other three Hanger Bays...an'..don't  tell me we don't have one, case the  door is marked... the ship has it odd looking   are that doesn't quite  conform..so..Ya..its there..what is it?

  Putting his  feet up on the small desk he watches the  vid.. running  back over   more then a few  spots...almost like, breaking down game film.

  His eyes get  heavy and he  drifts off..waiting for Marco's answer.

I am sorry Kray Shadow. Your security clearance does not allow me to give you that information.

  Shadow nods  a bit sleeply.....Understood... MArco..Thank you.

 he   slipsoff for a pilot's power nap, used on some  deep recon. They had trained them to  do this as the orbited  the earth  , to give them confidence in their aircraft, and to cut down on stress.

 there was a faint  chuckle...ya... no bleedin; stress here.

  After  an Hour or so of a Power Nap, Shadow  wakes.. takes out the disc  and slip  in into his   uniform shrit pocket.

   moving to the bathroomish area  he  takes  care of cleaning himself up ,Drinking some water, he asks  MArco,..Marco?  Lt Shadow ...  what places to eat..have food  right now?

 he waits  for   Marco's reply,  slipping on his flight jacket.

Hello Kray, at the moment the only place that serves fresh food is the barracks mess hall. There are also food machines at numerous places throughout the ship, and nutrient bars in your cooling unit.

In reply to Blake Germaine (msg # 30):

Checking her database validation progress Lee shifts through different areas that have been assessed finding they haven't been accessed or altered. When she hears a knock on the door. Flicking up the door cam and mini screen she answers giving the bloke a hessitang smile. Listening to his statement she wonders why security hasn't looked into this yet, also she hasn't received confirmation from M4RC0-P010 about this situation especially since there's a bloke standing outside her door, who's spouting off about having being tumbled sniffing around in the Database, the whole thing is a little suspicious. Tapping out a com to M4RC0-P010 she needs some clarification before she'll can decide what to do.
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  Thank You , Marco.. I think i'll save the bars  for when i'm just relaxing...  Opening the door, getting his bearings, He locks  , moving to the mess Hall.


.....

 Once he arrives, he looks for something that  might resemble a meal, with Coffee and sugar and what ever they have for cream.

 Feeling  a bit better  after the scotch and the Power nap. He begins to enjoy  the meal, eating slowly

 unwinding a bit.

"Time for chow eh Lieutenant?"

Major Ascott, carrying a tray of indistuingishable food, sat down opposite Kray. He quickly indicated there was no need for formalities as he saw Shadow standing up to salute.
"You can do that when we things get official. I hope chow time isn't one of those things."
For a moment the major sat staring at the tray. He shrugged.
"You'd say food preparation should have come a long way in 115 years... But this looks like shite. I don't believe we have formally met have we? Ascott, Tom Ascott. Things on me shoulder say I'm a major, for what it's worth I don't feel all that majorly."
Putting a spoon full of mash in his mouth he studies Kray's insignia.
"Weren't you Roo boys in Singapore, 2029. For Red Flag? Probably not yourself, you'd have been too young, but I met a Captain Jones there, great pilot. Great tolerance for beer too. Last I heared they gave him a squadron. How's he doing these days?"
Then, realising that was a stupid question after 115 years of cryo, he sighed.
"Never mind that... I guess its in the past now. We left all that behind eh?"

  Shadow eased back into his  Chair , that he was  half  rising out of. There was his halfsmile as he nodded,  G'day Major..LT Kray Shadow, LAte of 809 Squadron..Aye, Major... I din't feel like a Bloody pilot  , 'til a few hours  ago.  It took some bloke  to step outside his normal, ta  let me go outside  and have a looksee at the Marco.

  He shook his head   as  he took a  spoon full,himself, when he swallowed,Naw..wasn't about then,  make a splash   in 38...39 and 40

 He points his spoon at Ascott,..I watched   films of  Captain Jones... tweaked some of me own style to add some of his..., Don't know how true it is... But  M' Captain on the  Adelaide Said he put in a word  with him ta get me the survival Thing in Brazil?  17 of us went in...10 of us   graduated 4 cashed out 3...well..they never  found those  3?

 as he sips some of his coffee, he says..far as  past goes? I dunno.. next time i take a bit of rest, I'm gonna see if i have any old e-mails and such  that might have reached  us before we  lost contact.... I mentioned to someone else? If there is any thing left on Earth..we  are just  " the Lost MArco'..in history books.

    As they sat, Shadow said,..After   I get done here.. I'm gonna check  on a mate down in Med tech?    He was there  helpin' us   shift and move the  bleedin' batteries around,  heard  he was a bit sick..want to give him a check....

 ..After that, Gonna check on me  fighter again...She's the only one that went out so far... Might see if  they'll let me take the others out  fer a spin?.. see what needs  tightened up?

"Yeah... checking the mail..." Ascott sighs aloud again. "Just did that meself. Was terrible."
He absently turns around his spork in his meal, drifting his gaze out into the adjoining hallway for a second.
"Seems we lost contact with earth in 2061. At least thats when the mails stop. We are indeed the lost Marco Polo as you said. My daughter kept mailing me every week at first, then every month... Said she had the feeling I was still with her when she did. Earth saw us pass by Alpha Centauri, tried waking the crew remotely. It failed. We were written off and declared dead in 2052, ten years after we got lost.
But hey, she graduated that year. Became a children's doctor."
There's an infinite sadness in the Major's voice.
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 Watching the Major as he spoke, He swallows and gives his head  a slight shake, Jabbing the utensil into his  food a few times,..Bloody 'ells... he said  softly.

 We should still be able to pick up old broadcasts....Least ways   Find out what happens?

 ...Good On Her, Mate.... Have Ta check  mine..good or bad..if any?...Blokes  said they would  send me  updates of Geelong...let me know if they got a flag or somethin'...Looks like we had a shot, the year i left..Navy was lettin' me play.. i just hadda make  up work  in the off season...

 ..be nice..ya know.. just to see somthin' from Earth... he took another rmouthful, one could tell he was forcing the food down now.

 ...In the  end?..Guess in doesn't matter  much now... we ain't going back...an' even if we  could, ain't no one there who knows us...

After conversing with Germain, Lee heads to the Barracks gym for a workout. Passing through she pauses glancing from the Major to the Pilot as they chat about their situation.

  Shadow watches the Non-com pass by, Gives her a nod, and wave with his   spork  as he listens to the Major.

In reply to Kray Shadow (msg # 44):

Lee returns the Pilots wave one of her own extending thumb and pointer while adding G'dye cobber.
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     Standing he takes his tray over  to the  trash , empty  what tiny bits there  are, and puts the utensil and tray in the  dirty rack.

  Grabbing  his half  filled  cup pf Coffee, he  nods to  the Major,..Gonna  check on  that Mate now? , Then to the HAnger Dec... If ya need me.. give me  a call...

 Then he chuckles,..I might  need  you with that SGT tries to kick me out of the hanger BAys!

  He turns, feeling a bit better , having  the talk. Now to check on   Troy and off to the   Hanger Bays....

Before heading back to her cabin Lee stopped by the Mess to grab a Brew and some Tucker.
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"Ah, miss Musashi," Jan VanderBeek looks up, seeing Lee grabbing a plate. He gestures to an empty chair at the table he is sitting at. The jovial morale officer seems halfway through his meal, checking out something on a handheld computer device. "Care to join me? It's always better to dine with a bit of company."

The selection being limited at the moment Lee decides on what she hopes to be the better tasting of that available. Crossing to the tables she slips into a seat opposite VanderBeek Thanks Sport don't mind if I do.

Between bites Lee looks about the mess, her mind obviously on something else.

"What's on your mind Sgt.?" VanderBeek smiles as he finished the last of his dinner. "Thinking of home?"

In reply to Jan VanderBeek (msg # 52):

Nothing really just possibilities for the future. I expect anyone left on Earth would be dead in a few years from now, considering the condition when we left.

"If they are not already yeah..." Jan replies solemn. "On the other hand, 115 years is a long time, who knows, they may have found a way to save the planet. Maybe establish colonies somewhere. There were after all seven ships before the Marco Polo. Some of them at least should have completed their mission..."

In reply to Jan VanderBeek (msg # 54):

"I'd recon the other Ships wouldave had some mongrel homicidal fanatics on them just like us."

"Who knows. With a thousand colonists per ship there are bound to be idiots on them sure. I'd expect them to be screened though, like we were."
He shrugs.
"As long as we don't know what happened its useless to speculate. All we know now is we woke up late, some guys sabotaged Marco, and bailed... Nothing homicidal there..."

Possibly, however only a few aboard this ship are privy to what surprises these mongrels purps left us. I can envisage some pretty horrid scenarios.

"Agreed. We might be killed by something unseen, unheard of yet. Or we might fall in the shower and break our neck. That is why we should all try to make the most of life. ARe you going to eat that dessert?" He prods his spoon towards the small pack of vanilla pudding.

In reply to Jan VanderBeek (msg # 58):

Lee thought VanderBeek's question about the pudding a tad pushy. If she wasn't going to eat it she wouldn't have it on her tray Too right Sport; there's nothing like a pudding ta round things up she declared setting to with her spoon.

He turned his face into a mocked pout before laughing aloud.
"One must always try to see the joys in life Lee Jay. A positive outlook goes a look way. Try to laugh every day, even when life is no laughing matter!"
He placed his spoon back on his tray and stood up. Putting it all in the collecting cart he turned and faced her once more.
"Now if you'll excuse me. I have some marines to educate in the fine arts of cleaning a kitchen. Perhaps we can laugh some more later."

In reply to Jan VanderBeek (msg # 60):

Sure thing, knock youself out. Lee replies with a grin, before spooning some pudding into her mouth, and savoring it.
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After her meal Lee will wonder about the ship exploring and familiarizing herself with the areas she can currently access.
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Blake will enter the barracks, late at night be his body clock, although that's no guarantee that nobody will be around. Finding a suitable place to eat, he sets down, ordering up a "fix me up" meal, heavy on the meat and protein, with potatoes, gravy and vegetables.

Late afternoon is a busy time, the mess hall crew of three marines swamped in work feeding all those on a break. VanderBeek supervises it all from a seat behind the counter, eyeing up the soldiers, workers and medical staff that come in to have a bite. Noticing Colt Jordan coming in he stands up to greet him personally.
"Good afternoon young man. It's nice to see they are waking civilians too. Welcome to the mess hall. It's nothing fancy, and will not beat the restaurants on the recreations deck, but untill those will be opened up, there is not much else we can do."
He quickly taps away at a personal notepad. Then he swipes it past Colt's wrist.
"Ah yes, Colt Jordan. It is good I we speak now. It saves either of us from finding the other later. The appartment assigned to you is at deck 22, appartment 36. You will find it has all the essentials for a single man to live comfortably. If you require anything you can always come and see me, as Chief Morale officer I'm assigned to the Polo to make all civilians as comfortable as possible. Unfortunately not enough are awake to justify depressurising Recreational yet. But no worries, we are but a day awake. It will all change soon, I assume."

From:  Security Section

   Jen got a tray and began to put a little of each of the various offerings on her plate.  She added a few cheese cubes for the calcium and a cup of coffee for the stimulation it offered to her selections.  The Detective looked around for a place to sit.

From: Medical Facilities

"After such a long nap, food is food. I'm sure I'll get a chance to sample some of the rec deck food when the time comes." Colt said with a smile at the man. He stuck his hand out in introduction, though having it scanned instead of swiped was one way to meet someone. "Well nice to meet you. I'll check out my room after I get done eating. I'm sure everything will be fine. I just can't wait to get down on the ground and get to start driving." Colt said with a smile before he went off to grab some food.

After Colt filled up his plate with all of the essentials, he sat down at an empty table and began to try out the different foods. His stomach had been waiting for this meal for a long time. He noticed Jennifer looking for a spot to eat and gestured at the seat next to him, "Hey you were down in Medical earlier right?" Colt asked, feeling like he recognized her.

   Lt. Maxwell looked at the man gesturing to her to sit down.  Usually, the black security jumpsuit kept people as far away from her as possible.  "Yes, I was at the Medical Section earlier.  I was checking on the status of one of the people assigned to my section."

   Jen put her tray on the table at the indicated position, then sat down.  "My name is Lt. Maxwell."

"Was that Troy?" Colt asked, an understanding expression donning his face. "I talked with him for a little bit before he was sedated. He seems like a really good guy. And we all have him to thank for the fact that we're alive right now."

"Colt Jordan." Colt introduced with a bright smile. "So how did you get signed up for this gig? I'm assuming the whole lieutenant thing, the black jumpsuit, and the looking like you eat nails for breakfast means you aren't here just for grins and giggles?" Colt assumes with a chuckle.

   Lt. Maxwell was about to take a bite of something that appeared to be some kind of hash.  "Yes, he is and yes, we do."  She left it at that, not adding anything else.

   Jenni looked at Jordan with a strange look on her face.  "Get signed up?  This is an assignment.  I received orders at my last duty station assigning me to the Marco Polo.  I pared my belongings down to the allowed quantity and reported for duty."  She set her fork down.  "I'm ship security.  I should think that the badge, sidearm, and handcuffs would have given it away.  What is it that you do, Colt Jordan?"

<<<<<<  Shadow from Hangers.

   Entering The barrack's mess , His  Ball Cap , a bit back of his head, the bill pointing slightly upwards, because of this.

   Looking over  , what passes  for  food here, he'll take  what looks like 'snack food,  and a hot  cup of  coffee. There is a grin and a nod of his head to whomever is working the food line,..Thank Ya, Mate


   He looks around the room for Ascott , either  heading to his table..or selecting one there is no one else seated. There is a nod of greeting to Maxwell and the other fellow as he walks past.

Major Ascott drops in just as Kray sits down, grabbing a tray of food and joining him at the empty table.
"Good job on the repair crew Lieutenant. I hear the job went smoothly."
Tossing all the different foods together he creates a sort of mash and starts to work it down quickly. Between bites he continues, "The reason I wanted to speak to you is this. I understand you want those fighters checked out and active, and I'm glad you are passionate about that, but at the moment they are not considered a priority. As such, I cannot spare any more engineers than I already have, and I would much prefer not having to worry about my sole pilot and my chief engineer to pull each other's hairs out. I've talked to Lu, and as far as she's concerned there is no problem between you two as long as you stay out of her way."
He shrugs as he chews a particular tough piece of meat.
"So do me a favor will you... Tie down that Ozzy temperament and cut her some slack. She'll come around once she's worked through some personal stuff. 115 years of sleep don't suddenly erase a personal loss that feels like just 4 weeks ago. Hanschel informed me your number 19 is good to go and in top shape. He's now working on the four spare jets. Take those out as soon as he is done, let Lu do her thing on the rest. She'll let you know once you can test those."
With the meat finally gone he gulps down some tea.
"Now, since you are the flyboy here, and I know little about those things... I'd like your personal opinion on the Hellcat."

    Kray listens  as he  scoops up  the 'desert' thing and tries to enjoy it. He remembers  having to get used to  Indian food  during war games when he was assigned to the INS Vikrant on a pilot exchange.

 ..Aye, Sir... But considerin' we don't know  where we are..and what's out 'ere, I'd Like ta have more the  one fighter ready...


 Holding up his spoon , pointing  in the general direction of the  Hangers,   The SGT  an I hadda work together  in that  Rhino?.. she did Good.. the folks who  did the real work did good.. if they have such things anymore..it should be noted on thier  record.

  ..As fer the Hellcats? They'er the Best we had, when we left earth.  But if we come up against somethin' out here... we gotta figure this?  1..... They can't be any worse off then us, as far as gear, 'cause they are out here..... 2....there is a Good chance they can outstrip anthin' we have..if they are older....and..accordin' ta what we learned in school..the  closer  ta the center of the  of that there..'big bang?'....Things are older...

 then he gets into it,...the last time  we flew them things for real..against real pilots?.... I found  out  we can out turn and out dive anythin' else the earth had..... Climbin' ? The Americans  and  British.. they can  out climb us.... as far as guns go..every one was about equal...not  real fond of the  missles  though... we went up fer trainin', Just out of Atmo?... they had drones fer as to practice on?... lots of folks didn't hit them.... They made me land when  i blew up the drone shuttle that was launching them...

 he grins,..sorta made history that day, I did.... Got reprimanded fer blowing  up a pricey bit of tech...but was awarded a citation, fer  figurin' out a way to win the game?

"Yes, I heard about that. It was actually one of the reasons Timochev wanted you on board. Personally I thought it a stupid move. Stuff like that ruins careers..." Ascott grins. "I've seen your file. You could have been a captain already, if not for stupid jokes like that. I don't like those jokes on my watch." His face turns stern. He pauses a moment to get his point across.

"We do not know if anything is out here. As big as the galaxy is, one should assume we are not alone. Who knows, we might be way out of our league here. Thats why they upgraded the Hellcats and made sure we had them. Like you said, its the best we have. Now, as for the void missiles... You have tried them in an atmosphere. You had the same judgement all the other pilots had... Worthless pieces of crap. Untill they actually used them for what they were designed for. Out here, in space. Tell you what, soon as Hanschel is done on the #20, i'll have him load up four missiles and send out some drones. Try em in space, see if you still think they suck. The other pilots all had to agree they were far better than they expected."

Ascott stood up and placed his tray on the cleaning cart. Straightening his jacket he looked Shadow in the eyes a long moment, leaning in on the table to emphasise his words.
"For the record Lieutenant, i'll let you in on a little secret. Lets not bullshit each other. I think you're a good guy. I do. But I advised command not to take you along. I consider you a liability because of your inquisitive nature. Curiosity kills cats and all that. Also I think you are reckless. Command told me to adjust, they trusted Timochev's judgement. He wanted you in, so you were in. The captain seems a fan of you too. He doesn't see any need to wake the other pilots yet, and he considers you suitable for the current tasks. And I'm sure out there, you are good. Your files show that much. Better than most if I am to believe it all. Still I think he's taking a gamble on you. I much prefer discipline. Don't prove to them I'm right, okay? Sometimes I prefer being wrong."

He makes his way to the door. In the door opening he turns around and looks at Kray again. His smile has returned now, along with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Don't just sit there Lieutenant, lets go. You want to be inquisitive? Lets go see hangar 4."

  Kray nods along with the  Major's  take on him...he has heard this  before. more times then not. But when push came to shove, he was picked for his skills.

  Aye, Sir....that curiosity is why they ...um..'suggested' my 'enrollment' to the special survival  group... some hated it.. I thought it was a bot o' fun!..but growing up is  Aussiland will do that!.

 he  sits  there  , finishing the coffee... his feelings were about broke even..he wasn't  slighted..but he didn't  feel fully accepted.

 Then the Major mentions  Hanger 4, he he all but  Jumps up,  , still... his up bringing forces him to  take his tray and Cup over to the   end of the serving  line and place them there.

  His  Half  smile, turning into a bit of a grin as he catches up to the Major,..This is better! Considering the earth that sent us out here is gone... i mean..even if folks are still around, they forgot all about us? Unless. Ya know..they 'ave some bloody 'rememberance day or all that?

 he Is quiet for a few steps, Looking at the Major as they walk,..fer all intent and purpose? We are..The Nation of Marco....

"Ohhhh sounds like a fun way to get a hundred year nap. I mean, the payout on that one has gotta be ridiculous. Were you counted as on the clock the whole time?" Colt asked, trying to add up the numbers in his head, but giving up quickly. "Now that you mention it, that should have been a dead giveaway. I'm not sure what other job on the ship would include those, but security should have been my first guess." Colt said with a laugh.

"I can drive just about anything with wheels and an engine. I'm real good at the not crashing part too. I got the highest score on the combat driving exam the proctors had seen. Sooooo, it's legit." Colt summed up, before going back to his food and looking to her for her response.

In reply to Colt Jordan (msg # 75):

   Jenni ate while Colt was talking.  "I never thought about that part.  Given that everyone military would have been getting not paid during the big nap, we all would be rich.  Prices would rise to meet the new economic status.  A cheeseburger would cost thousands of dollars, thousands more if you want fries with it.  And the civilians who were just along for the ride and not getting paid would be economic second class citizens.  But then..."

   Jen took a sip of coffee and continued.  "...  I don't really know.  Things like that are above my pay grade.  I'm a cop.  My world is black and white.  Find the bad guys.  Bust the bad guys."  She set her cup down.  "So, what are you going to do until we find a place to land?"

   Colt appeared to be lost in thought.  That was all right.  Jenni had quite a lot on her plate, physically and mentally.  As she ate, Jen considered the work involved for a handful of people to organize the equipment they had taken and to get off the ship.  She suddenly had a terrible thought, one affecting the entire mission.  The Security Officer hurriedly dumped the remainder of her meal into the recycler.

To: Medical 

Shuffling into the mess Lee foraged through the pantry grabbing several foods that appealed to her. Slumping into a chair she slowy savoured her selection.

Blake orders a full breakfast, with tea, bacon, hash browns and two fried eggs. Eat well, work hard, although Blake promises himself some time in the gym to make up for it sometime soon. Seeing Lee Jay, he heads over and says "Hi.", possibly stopping to chat before heading out the door to the bridge.

In reply to Blake Germaine (msg # 79):

Her mouth full of fooLee gave blake a friendly nod, then chinned towards an empty chair. Swallowing what she had been chewing then sipped at her brew. How goes the search
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"Well, we know where we are in space now, we're near Kepler-Waldberg 117. I've not found out much more about our hijackers recently. It's back on the top of the agenda though. How about you?"
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In reply to Blake Germaine (msg # 81):

Nothing much to talk about... Lee replies as she considers Blakes Statement. Seeing how we're effectively adrift we need to get an idea of what to do next. I've been considering the situation and think we'll have to consider working on solutions to scenarios which may eventuate.

<< From: Ship Security

Entering the mess hall in the barracks section of the ship was like stepping into another world. Perhaps that's why Lou insisted on it; trying to put the woman off balance. But if that was her goal... well, she wasn't entirely unsuccessful. As she gathered up her food Micaela wondered if the effect would have been more pronounced if it wasn't all half empty. Personnel moving all around her might have been even more intimidating, but without the distraction the operator was forced to see the space for what it was... a war machine.

Micaela was sufficiently unnerved that she didn't try to join any of the other small groups that had formed in the clinical space. And once she was seated she started speaking to the ship.

"Marco, what can you tell me about the crew that's currently awake? Verbal response only needs to be high level. The specifics you can transmit to my rig. In particular, I would like to better understand what information is available and unavailable to me given my clearance level."

After a direct response in her earpiece, the woman finished her meal and headed to her quarters to partake in her military ordered R&R.

>> To: Nieves' quarters
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Major Tom dropped in his chair with a sigh, cursing the hunk of steel that was CS-8. The former SAS operative felt at home at most places, from the cold waters of the artic to the hot damp jungles of southern america, but he would never get used to being locked up in a hunk of steel. Not even one as huge as the Marco Polo.
Ales, a job was a job, and there was no way he would have turned down orders. Not 120 years ago, not today. So with another sigh he started up his desk console, pulling up personel files. He had just opened one when the buzzer on his door went off.

"Come in!"

The door slid open with a soft hiss, allowing Lee Jay Musashi to enter.
"Major, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure, have a seat," Ascott gestured at the chair in front of him. "What can I do for you?"

"You can get me reassigned," she stated bluntly. "My place is not in medical. I should be doing molecular research, not looking at foreign cells that for all I know could be a side effect of cryosleep."

The major looked at her, puzzled.
"I have no idea what you are talking about miss." he stated blankly.

"Genassi has me studying some cells he found in blood samples of some radiation victim..."

"His name is Patterson."

"Of Patterson then. Doc thinks its alien, and I'm inclined to agree, but medical research is not my thing. I have no idea what to do with living cells."

"You are a molecular engineers you say?"

"Yes!" she snapped at him, "Living multi-cell organisms are not my thing. Medical is not my place."

"So then kill those cells and study their molecules. Sheesh, how hard can that be to figure out." Ascott snarled. "Look, I don't want to be on this tub, you don't want to be in medical, tough luck. We have to do what we have to do. So get back to medical and assist Genassi where needed."

"But... I..." Musashi began a stammered reply.

"Now!" Ascott stood up and slammed his fist down on his desk. "Get out of my office!"

From:  Maxwell's Quarters

   Jen entered the mess hall.  The line was a bit long, what with everyone looking to have breakfast after the session at the gym.  The security officer waited her turn with the rest of the people.  She was rewarded for her patience with something resembling eggs, hash browns, sausage patties, and toast.  She helped herself to coffee and orange juice before sitting down at an empty table to begin eating.

Edit:

   Jenni had thought that someone might sit with her, but the black security jumpsuit had once again held people at a distance.  She finished her meal quickly, took the tray back to the collection area, and headed off to work.

To:  Security
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From: Medical facilities

Danny arrived in the Mess Hall around 7:20 or so, and saw lots of people moving about, for him this was good, because maybe he could meet some nice people here.

Danny was very good at starting conversations with people, in fact the way he started them was the best way there was, in fact it was so straight forward most people either avoided it, or hadn't used it since they were kids.

Danny however, was always able to pull it off.

Danny walks up to the serving area, and greets the people serving with the way he always does; "Hi, I'm Danny. It would be great to see you again, if your ever upset or want to be with a good friend, you can come see me" He adds a genuine smile at the end.

Like most people, the server thinks he's weird and gives him some food and lets him on his way

Danny is used to this, most people protect themselves from these things because it's not normal for humans, for some odd reason, to be able to walk up to eachother share kind words, and be friends for the rest of their lives, who every day make eachother want to live even if they were both limbless cripples who were allergic to oxygen.

Danny was the kind of person who could take more emotional pain than anyone else, and the way he normally recieved it? Rejection. It's not their faults, Danny was more evolved in the sense of caring and empathy.

He kept saying the same things but most people shot him down, or walked away eerily.


"There 's got to be somebody who will accept me" he said quietly, mostly for anyone who might be listening, not realy upset yet at all.


After a while Danny sat down at an empty table, all the other ones were full with a group of friends, some of the tables looked like they'd kick him if he looked funny at them.

"High school all over again..." he added for himself.

Danny started eating his food, all the while smiling at everyone he saw, waiting for someone who would sit down with him.

"Young master Chambers I believe?"

The voice was soft, soothing, belonging to a distinguished looking gentleman that carried himself with regal posture. As he sat down he gave a friendly nod to some others in the mess hall before introducing himself.

"Jan VanderBeek. Morale officer, cook, vagebond. Ship designer, makeshift soldier, comedian. That about sums up my qualifications I think. At the moment I run this place, that is untill I get the captain to get the rec-deck fully up and operational. When that happens we will return this messy mess to the soldiers. Us civilians have our own decks. Unfortunately he won't as of yet, too many people still asleep."

He took a small nip of a cup of brew he had carried with him, savouring the taste.
"So, master Chambers, I take it Marco woke you up on a fluke like he did the other civilians. How would you like to make yourself usefull anyway even when there are only soldiers awake?"

-----> Medical

Drago followed the directions to the mess hall that Miss Connolly had given him, he had passed no one on his walk here and had began to wonder if there was anyone else in the barracks section. But as he got closer to the mess hall he could here the sounds of various conversations drifting down the hallway, turning and entering the mess hall he was glad to see several people in the room. He quickly acquired himself a drink and small try of food and looked for a place to sit and eat. Stopping at a table where a rather distiguished aristocratic looking gentleman and blonde gentleman were talking, "Good day gentlemen, would you mind if I joined you? I have never been much for eating alone. Conversation always makes a meal more palatable."

in response to JanVanderBeek msg #87:
"Id love to make myself useful, it would be great to have a job to pass the time" Danny replied to the regal man, with a smile, "Its great to know there are friendly people aboard this ship", Danny stuck out his hand for a handshake, "When can I start?"

in response to Dragoslav msg #88:
Danny saw the romanian man approaching him, he waved him to sit down and smiled,
"Hey buddy, ill trade ya a pudding for yer milk? Do we have a deal?" Danny joked joyfully, giving an aura of acceptance and caring. "Nah, im just kidding, i sold my pudding to Billy so he wouldnt beat me up in geography" Danny was having a graet time with this new friend, he kept talking with the man and then realised something, "I forgot to ask you, what's your name? Im Danny, guess I should've started with that", Danny keeps laffing with the guy long after hes done eating.

VanderBeek smiles.
"Well Danny, come and see me around ten, when most people have done with breakfast. I'll show you where I plan on having you work, if you are still interested afterwards.

Ever run a bar and grill?"

Hans enters the canteen,stomach growling and heads directly to the food.
After pileing on as much food as possible he scans the room and spots the gathering in the middle of the room.
"Room for another?"
He sits down heavily and starts tucking into his food.
While chomping down on a roll of bread he looks at Danny.
Swallowing his food he says
"Hey,uh...you're the guy from medical right? Thanks for your help with that guy,think his legs were gonna collapse under him"

Drago smiled "It is a pleasure to meet you Danny, I am Dragoslav Urzica, most just call me Drago."

"I'll leave you all to your conversation," Vanderbeek stated. As he stood up he dunked his last coffee, replaced the cup on a cleaning cart, and went back to his work behind the counter. Running the kitchen was a tough job, especially for a comedian like himself.

in response to Jan msg #90:

"Im not much of an outdoorsy, but Im good with cooking, as for the bar thing, I know how to make a few drinks, if i might say" Danny said cheerily, agreeing to meet the man later at 10 am.

in response to Hans msg #91:

"Absolutely, oh yeah great job jumping into action on the injured dude, did you manage to get his name? I wanted to check on him, maybe I'll do that after breakfast..." Danny said.

in response to Drago msg #92:

"Woah! Cool, Drago is a way cooler name than Danny"

he said with much emphasis on both names.

"Whenever I think of my name, I think of a little fat kid standing there crying to his mommy cause he dropped his puddinh", Danny said. After he realised how weird he was sounding, "um..." desperately trying to save his failed attempt, he said "When I think of Drago, I'm all like WOAH that guy's gotta sla dragons and ride a griffin amirite?", Danny then continued in a deep commanding voice: "GET BACK TO WEEDING, PEAZANT!!", Danny continues to mutter stupid stuff for a while, and the says "Im probably just hungry, I love talking with friends" said Danny.

That's just like Danny, assume the person you just met is your best friend, until they brutally attack you a few times then they are probs not liking you.

Danny eventually pulled the conversation from the crap pit, and actually had a good talk with the people sitting with him.


In a way, Danny was less mature then the fat kid he thinks of often, because he is very trusting.

Danny thought a few time these people were thinking he was more of a highschool outcast then a 28 year old man with 2 master degrees.

Oh well, I'll be as good as I can

Hans bread roll halfway through his gaping mouth raises his eyebrow at Danny then gives a sideglance to Drago.

He crams the last of the bread roll in his mouth and starts on the soup of the day,leek and potato.
"Yeah,he's fine,once we stopped the bleeding it's pretty much R and R for him for a few days,needs to get his blood back that he lost."
He speaks in between spoonfulls.
"His names O'Reilly,got his hand trapped in a weapon mechanism, I'm Hans by the way"
He reaches out a hand to shake to Danny and after a moment Drago as well.

"Wow, thanks. I'm gonna check on him later, I just want to see how he's doing..." Danny said, he continued with: ""Okay, to be honest I kind of want to know how good of a job I did. He then said very meekly, "If I were good at medicine, I could have a whole new way to help people", Danny was upset about something, the pain was obvious on his face, he finally let it out: "I guess I'm still upset about... the situation. These things tend to come out in weird ways... Such as my previous story..." he was getting more upset by the minute, "Im pretty much done here, Ill see you guys around" He gave a weak smile, and left the table, holding back tears like a child.


 As he walked, he asked: "Marco, could you inform me where my room might be?", Danny thought: if I even get that...

Drago couldn't help but smile, in between mouthfuls of course. Danny was outgoing to say the least. " Thanks for the chat Danny..." though to tell the truth Drago had not said much during the conversation, "Hopefully we can talk again later."

After Danny had left and was out of ear shot Drago turned to Hans, "It seems our new friend Danny is upset about something" Drago watch the man as he left the mess hall, "It is a pleasure to meet you Hans. How long have you been awake?"

Follow the orange arrows Danny, they will lead you to your appartment on the top civilian deck. Deck 12.

"Thanks Marco" Danny says

>>> Chamber's Quarters

<<<<< from  quarters ( run)

   He came into the  Barracks, heading to the Mess line, to se what they had left to serve. He would take what he could, just enough to refuel..and?  maybe  an extra dessert if there was one, to take back to his fridge.

  Shadow was  relaxed...needed a shower, but he'd  do that before it was time for him to settle into  full relax  mode.

"Since yesterday,it's been crazy,we've been asleep 100 years! Who knows what earth is like now..."
He had just finished his meal when his comm bleeped,looking at it he says
"Ah,looks like I'm needed back in medical,Marco's just woken up the crew, somthing tells me it's going to be a bit hectic..."
He necks the rest of his drink.
"I'll be seeing you...Drago,was it?"

To medical
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Drago nodded to Hans, "Yes, perhaps later then." After Hans left Drago sat quietly and finished his meal, from what Hans had said it appeared that the doctor Miss Connolly had mentioned earlier would be busy for a while. Drago returned the dishes to their appropriate place and headed out into the hall.

Feeling the need to change out of the grey jumpsuit "Marco, could you direct me to my quarters?" Learning his way around this ship may take some time.

 after a relaxing   meal, as it were, he  grabbed  another  couple drinks and a dessert to take back and put in his  fridge..

 Time to  get some study time in.


 .>>> to shadow's quarters.

Good morning Dragoslav.
Please follow the green arrows projected on the floor for your convenience. Your appartment is located on deck twelve, near the back of the ship, close to the laboratories.

"Thank you again Marco." Drago slowly followed the arrows that Marco had identified, making mental note of where things were and how things were layed out along the way.

-----> Urzica's Quarters

Urzica's Quarters ----->

Drago eventually made it to the mess hall arriving with plenty of time to spare. He acquired himself a cup of coffee and took a seat in the corner where he could keep an eye on the entrance.

At around 9 the captain's voice comes over the comms, warning people the Polo will be casting off. Sure enough, a moment later a slight shiver runs through the vessel, indicating the engines going at full power. Just a ripple on coffee is all Drago notices of the starting motion. Sure enough the Hawking field does its job, keeping gravity up and running and the forward motion of the ship indiscernable.

Its 9 am, and the Marco Polo is en route to the unknown, almost all its crew busy and hard at work.
That, Drago does notice, as he is almost the only person around. Two more men a couple tables over, and a young woman at the far end of the mess, her eyes red from crying. The kitchen staff works hard cleaning up the mess while Morale Officer Jan VanderBeek supervises their work.

It is calm, quiet. Almost too quiet, giving Drago a sense of foreboding of dangers to come he cannot quite shake off. There are no grounds for it, and yet the feeling is there. Where are they going to end up?

Drago noted the time and decided to check on the young lady, picking up a second cup of coffee he walked over to the beside the table with the young lady, "Would you care for a cup of coffee miss?"

Lee Jay looks up as Drago approaches her, quickly wiping a tear from her eyes. Her gaze is distant despite her looking at him.
"Sure, I can do coffee... what else is there to do here?"

Drago sits the extra cup down in front of her and takes a seat at the table, "Hope I am not intruding, yes it is a little overwhelming having awakened by chance and then finding out you are not where you expected."

Taking a sip of coffee "My name is Dragoslav Urzica, I am pretty much in the same predicament at the moment. Once things calm down abit I am suppose to meet with Colonel Genassi. Hopefully my skills and expertise will give me something to do. What of you? I am sure you have skills that could be put to use."

She laughs.
"Skills? Yeas, I have skills. But do they use them? No! That Genassi is an idiot!"
Her eyes harden.
"I'm a molecular biologist, and here I am, staring at blood all day long. Thats not what I signed up for, no matter what the hell kind of organism is in it."

The young ladies statement immediately piqued Dragos interest, "I see, please forgive me if I should not be asking and feel free to tell me to mind my on business but what would you prefer to be working on at the moment?" Drago continued as she thought about her answer "And I must admit that what you mention has me intriged. Biology is a specialty of mine, well actually xenobiology to be correct. What kind of organism are you studying?"

"Damned if i know," Lee Jay cursed. "They first found it in the blood of a radiation victim, some Patterson fellow. It was actively reprioducing, eating his red blood cells. They have the guy in a coma now, trying to stop whatever the hell it is. So instead of having me figure out how to counter that, they have me checking blood samples of all the other crew. And sure enough, we all friggin carry the same organism, but dormant in all the others."
She shrugged as she stared at her coffee.
"Genassi won't let me test any of them, or that Patterson fellow. So how am I supposed to figure out how to kill it? Or does he want all of us eaten by it?"

Listening intently, "This organism, you said it was actually attacking the gentlmans red blood cells. Are they similar to anything that could be from earth and possibly mutated overtime?"

Musashi shakes her head.
"Nope, nothing like i've ever seen. Its triple-celled, with a build structure like nothing I know. Its dormant in everyone but that marine Patterson, most likely due to fusion radiation exposure, but without proper tests I'm not able to figure anything out for sure. And thats given the little time I have, because they have me testing blood samples... Hello, after the first 35 tests of samples all showed it present, I can assume we all carry these organisms in our blood."

Drago let the young ladies slightly sarcastic tone pass, "Well that is part of what I was asking, the blood samples are they only from awakened crew or have any been taken from some one still in cryo. If it is in the blood of those in cryo it would have been introduced before the ship left Earth, if not it most likely is airborne or possible in something everyone has been in contact with since awakening."

"They have me testing the blood of everyone that woke up and had their post cryo check, so I assume all those awake. Problem is that testing those in cryo is impossible unless you wake them."
She took a reluctant bite of a snack bar she was holding, pulling a face of disgust.
"I better get back to work I think..."
She made no effort to get up though.

"I suppose I should not be keeping you distracted then. Perhaps we can talk later of other things, something unrelated to work." Drago paused to see if she was intent on leaving.

"Yeah there is that too ypou know," she continued. "What the hell is there to do other than work? They haven't opened the recreational decks because there are no civilians awake. Hey, hello, I'm a civilian... Obviously not an important one, but still... This whole thing just sucks bigtime...

"Well I haven't been awake long enough to get bored yet. Still plenty of new to me though I suspect that that may become a problem If I don't find something to work at." Drago finished his coffee and sat the cup to the side, "If so I'll have to find something to occupy my time. I always managed to find things to ossupy my spare time while growing up in Cluj-Napoca."

"Never heard of that, where is it?" Lee Jay asked as she got another coffee. She clearly wasn't feeling like going back to medical.

"Romania, at one time it was the capitol of Transylvania. What of you I detect a Australian accent."

<<<<<<<<<<  shadow from Conference

    he enters ,  his eyes  taking the room in at a sweep without visibly doing  so. Grabbing a  'sandwhich' Type   thing and a   Coffee.. he  picks  out  a  palce, near enough to the pilots, but far enough  not to intrude... they were  all Mates who worked together, this was their  chance to catch up.

   Mean while, he    send  a message to   LT  Maxwell....

Seeing Shadow enter the pilots immediately move over to allow him a seat at the table. For them it seems only normal that a member of their squadron, even one they hardly know yet, sits with them. The Frenchman waves him over, indicating for Shadow to come sit next to him.

"Bonjour Shadow," he begins with a grin, the pirate hat resting crooked on his head. "I am Quatorze, Henri Quatorze. Fourteen I believe it is in English. But you can call me HQ like the others do. I lead flight two. I hear Timochev has given you the three flight. Who will be your wingmen? Or has that not been discussed yet? Stay away from our Belgian and Dutch friends here, they are mine."

He points at the two pilots opposite him. A rather young belgian man and a decidedly butch dutch female both greet him with a half smile.
"Not that we had any say in it," lieutenant Van Abdijen, the dutch pilot, immediately replies.

"Oh come now mon cheri," Quatorze laughs, "You know you love me."

From across the table Lieutenant Hagen nearly chokes in his sandwich.
"You see what we have to put up with leutnant? Earth's finest, what a bunch we are right?"
All of them laugh, exchanging casuals and jokes.
If they feel any resentment or reserve towards Shadow, they clearly don't show.
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"Transylvania? Where those vampire stories come from?" a slight smile shines through on Lee Jay's face. "I'm from Australia indee. Katherine Australia. Although in all honestly I had been living in England when I applied for the Polo. Now I'm not so sure what place is worst."

   He smiles, feeling a bit better, Well , Herni....HQ.... I was   looking  over the  names  as i did  Preflight on the fighters..... tried to remember Names?

   Shrugging, he takes  a   bite of the sandwhich thing, Bloody well embarrassed  meself though, Saw the   Name Kelly Wallace, American.. and  here it turns out  this  Kelly is a shelia!.... But Yuri says she's a s good as the   Guy Wallace?

  ..I remembered Steffan from  the Balkan Games?..don't know  who will fill the flight out? I'd  rather  just have   you blokes step up, then, maybe stick dome one in 3, who dunna wanna  be there?

  There is a bit of a chuckle from Shadow as Hagan speaks,Well?... I'll tell ya  all this?  If  we weren't the  Best when  we left... were the Best now....

 Then to change the subject,..I took  My  fighter and the Pool fighters out... got to fly a bloody shuttle ,fer the  Engineer types  ta fix  some  damage... The Hellcats fly good  enough out here... .

 .. so   other then meself?..who's the best pilot  the Marco has? he grins, and sips his coffee.

Drago laughs lightly, "Yes that's the place, Transylvania has quite a few legends about such things. I traveled some before leaving Earth but never managed to visit Australia. What was it like there?"

"It sucked. Katherine is a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was glad I got a british scholarship, never looked back. Untill now. Stuck here katherine suddenly seems like heaven."

Looking over at the group of that had recently arrived, "Well it looks like a growing number of individuals are being awakened. Hopefully things will improve."

"Seems so," she agreed. "Mostly pilots it seems. More military... joy..."

"I take it you are not, shall we say, enthusiastic about the military being in charge?"

"The whole idea of the program was that all humans had equal chance, and now we see military people leading the mission, and all civilians still asleep." She sipped some more coffee. "Where's the equality in that?"

"I see your point, though to play the devils advocate I can also see their reasons. I am guessing that the captain believes by awakening the military personnel that he will have less trouble and will hopefully find a habitable planet to start a colony. If finding a habitable world takes longer than expected waking up a few as necessary to keep the ship functioning as existing crew die off or become infirm. Of course that is just conjecture and could be the farthest thing from the actual reasons." Drago sighed and smiled slightly, "Well enough of the gloomy talk, surely there is something on such a large ship we can find to occupy our time and brighten our days."

  As the pilots  talk and Banter, Shadow  takes  time to try to  put faces to names... no worse then getting signed by a  new footie club...trying to get all the blokes names.

  any of you run distance? I found a damn nice track, Marco showed me...no one in the way, so you can through some speed work too!

"Like I said, I should get to work. But thanks for the offer," Musashi gets up, downing the last of her coffee. "It was nice talking to you Drago, thank you."

"Running? Is that something one does for fun?" The Frenchman laughs. Several of the others shake their head at his remark, the zulu then stating he does some if he has time.
"Ofcourse we run to train and work on ourselves, but I think I'm the only one that actually does it for fun. I should check out this route of yours tomorrow."

  Yeah.. for  me its  fun....had to stay in shape fer  footie, and  the Navy had a few ideas  fer me too... now? its  a Habit. Helps me get to sleep on some of those   nerve wrackin' days...

"Then we must certainly do some running tomorrow," the black pilot replies. "My name is Mpinkulu, Mfikelele Mpinkulu."
"Just call him Shaka, we all do," Quatorze interferes. Immediately he is treated to a slap on the head by the dutch woman next to him.

"Shaka was a great man," Mpinkulu states, "It is an honor to be named after him. Most certainly it is better than to have a number for a last name, no?"
"Are you making fun of me now Shaka?" The frenchman raises himself from his seat, his face a grimace of anger. A look in his direction by the belgian captain Groen quickly shuts him up though.

"So shall we run at say 0600 tomorrow Lieutenant?"

  aye....0600 sounds good, get the blood   flowing and all that bloody hash,,eh?

  ..Why not just call you 3 M?..it  fits, and  is easy enough to say! he watched how the others   acted  and rected with each other. The French Fellow  seemed a wee bit  on edge.


   He watched  Kelly and a few others, Unless  Yuri filled out the   rest of the flight for him, he would need to try and pick those who might  fit in with his style, as he would have to adjust to thiers.

"Well, Shaka is his callsign, so it works," the dutch pilot remarked as she ate the last of a stale sandwich. "I've seen footage of you. You have a very distinct style. On the edge of what the jet can handle. And one of the few who gave Yuri a run for his money every time. That move you pulled on him in India... a dozen feet closer to the ground and you would have been minced meat... Daring to say the least."

"That was him?" HQ looked up in disbelief. "You pulled that inverted loop on him? I'm sure the RAN reprimanded you for that, no? That was not daring, that was plain reckless."

"Coming from Frenchie here thats actually a compliment," Mfikelele laughed.

Meanwhile Timochev had joined the crew at the long table, listening in on the conversation. He didn't reply, he just observed, content his men and women were bonding as they should.

"That was no compliment Shaka," the pirate lookalike replied, leaning in to emphasise his words, "I know I am reckless at times, but that move had been way too aggressive. A little sidewind, a small airpocket, and SPLAT! No more ozzy flyboy. Thats not on the edge, thats way over it. Tell me Shadow, how many colors of shit were in your flightsuit after that move?"

   There was a grin as they talked... his cocky half smile  came up,well..to be quite honest, HQ?  I had a case of Melbourne Rum sitting in my quarters  after that.  During the  films of the  action, the CAptain made issue of that very thing.... but... also gave me a 24 hour pass as a reward.......

 and  fer my part Mate... he looked  at HQ,.. Us blokes  down under  only have  one  color?... I suppose..Frenchies  have...tri-color? he winks and laughs.

 then he looks  over the  Pilots   and shrugs, still having his smile,..good pilots have  control of thier aircraft.... we have to understand  our  surroundings... the  Hills to the east.... he put up on hand for the Hill......an me fighter, flying that low... well... there  weren't gonna be a side wind....BUT.... 10 feet higher..i would have   had the wind  coming off the top....

 he shrugs,...its  alot like playing  Aussie Ball..or even soccor... your eyes  must see the fileld....

 After  a sips of his coffee , he adds,..i didn't see too many  hills out there fer me ta run into , when i was shakin' down the figthers..so?..I guess i'll be safe!

Drago stood as Lee got up to leave, "It has been a pleasure Miss Musashi, hope the rest of your day goes well."

after Lee left Drago gathered the cups and replaced them on the counter where they could be taken for cleaning, Then walked out into the hallway stopping by a terminal Drago brought up the ships layout and started looking for a observation deck where he could view the stars. "Marco is Col. Genassi still in medical?"

Affirmative Drago

"Tri-color? Tri color?" The pirate laughs out loud. "Monsieur, if I got that close to the ground, it would be technicolor!"

   Shadow almost  choked on his coffee at HQ's  words,.... well...  we had some Blokes in training that got a wee bit too close to the ground...and they ended up..Technicolor!

  He  gets a  napkin to  wipe his  lips,..it isn't that bloody scarey though, as Long as you look straight ahead?... you look to the left at right and see  trees, rocks and Gohphers  zipping by...that might make ya a bit off yer game!

"I know how to fly low monsieur," the fake pirate laughed. "But usually when I attempt to do it, I have not just come out of an inverted loop!"
The Swede slapped Kray's shoulder. "Nonsense HQ, your head is always in a loop!"
They joked some more as they wrapped up breakfast, one by one cleaning their trays afterwards. One of the other Russian pilots looked at his watch.
"Seems we should get to our own little baracks. See what they have given us."

  Standing and Cleaning  up his own spot,  Kray  will make some  small talk with the other pilots  as they make their way down the  passage ways.


   As they walked he Looked up at the taller Swede,..so Mate? Do you have ta fly with your head out side the cockpit?

   While they walk , he says aloud,..I'm not  gonna be Dodgey with ya all, But there is only a bot o' you I flew  against in GAmes...and maybe a few more of ya blighters I saw films on...so I'll try ta get to know you all as I can, I realize  you all have been flyin' together for a fair time, so, don't take me  at me worst!

 >>>>>>>>>>>>>Flight Ops

"Thank you Marco." Drago turns and begins making his way toward medical.

>>>>>> Medical

Danny arrived in the mess hall, and started searching for VanderBeek, if he was alone he would approach him, if not, he would bide his time and get a muffin & a bagel.

VanderBeek looks up from his conversation as he sees Danny enter. Half a day and the kid was here already? Was he going to give up like the japanese woman?
The Chief Morale officer stood up and approached the young man.
"Master Chambers. What can I do for you?"

He approached VanderBeek confidently, cause he had seen the disappointment on his face, probably assuming Danny was gonna quit, not that easily he wasn't. "Hello, Jan." he said, smiling. "I'm still up for the challenge, but Mikoto seems to be, less eager... I tried talking to her, but she is being childish.. I was wondering if you knew any other civilians on this ship that could help me run this diner?", "or perhaps a list i could find on the system? You know, now that i say it out loud, I could of just asked Marco, eh? Suppose that works... anyway, I need some help, not management wise... but even if I'm opening a single floor, and I plan too, I can't do everything... I need some help"... he said one more thing, "You know, with cooking, and bartending, and other chores like dish-cleaning, and waitering and such..."... he realised how stupid this conversation was, "Never mind, I'll ask Marco, do some research... Just take this as me saying I'm sticking with this offer, and uh... bye. Sorry for interupting you" he said weakly, and smiling sheepishly.. Danny waited a few moments, but left quickly if Jan didnt respond.

"Ah yes, you could have asked Marco. But instead you came to me. Good." VanderBeek nodded, already reaching for his data-pad.
"Lets see, I have some more civilians awake it seems, maybe you can ask them. Unless they are assigned tasks by the military branch ofcourse. Ah, yes, here it is. Colt Jordan, Micaela Nieves, Mike Schmidt, Richard Thornby, Stephen Cornell, Hans Fischer. All civilians, so they might be interested in a job. Go ask them if you like. Beats doing nothing, right?"

Absolutely! Danny said happily, "Thanks so much!" he left, almost racing to the door...

Once he was out he went to his quarters, still repeating those names, he wrote down a copy of Jans list, and then stepped out of his room.

Danny asked Marco the first person on his lists location, Colt Jordan, was?

Colt Jordan is currently in the Barracks Gym Danny. Have a nice day.

Danny thanked Marco and went to the Gym.

>>> Gym.

From ---> Schmidt's quarters

As soon as he entered the Barracks Mike immediately went about finding Vanderbeek, although since he had no idea what Vanderbeek looked like, he just walked up to the first person he saw and asked politely, "Excuse me, would you happen to know where I could find Mr. Vanderbeek? I was informed that I would find him here."

The dining trooper quickly directs Mike to the man he needs, a dandy fellow behind the counter supervising the kitchen.
After some quick introductions VanderBeek joins Mike at a table, getting both of them a soda.
"So, mr. Schmidt. What can I do for you this afternoon?"

Mike accepted the soda, taking a few sips before speaking. "Well, Captain Dorn directed me to you as the one to talk to as a civilian, so to speak. Seeing as I am one, I decided to come and say hello and see what I could do to help around the ship."

Takes a few more sips, then continues. "Though I just had a nice talk with Mr. Chambers, and decided to help him with what he's doing, so I guess that covers part of it. However," He looks up at Vanderbeek with a serious expression, not the kind to suggest anger, more so worry then anything. "I would like to know why I woke over a 100 years late, if there is answer yet."

Pauses to listen to the Intercomm, frowning in thought as the captain finished.
"I missed something important, didn't I?"

"Pretty much the near destruction of the entire hip, and the only reason any of us are awake. far as I know, the ship has been hijacked when we reached Alpha Centauri, and then sent on our way into oblivion. We only woke up because the ship is programmed to wake crew in the event of a disaster..." VanderBeek takes a swig, grinning. "A reactor set to blow qualifies as one I'd say."

After a moment he continues.
"That Lance Corporal saved the ship, him and a few others. Somehow he got radiation poisoning though."

Raises an eyebrow "Well, that would qualify as an answer. Feel sorry for the Lance Corporal, though there are worse ways to buy the farm, I'd say." Empties what's left in his soda with a swig, placing the empty on the table and leaning back. "Well, sabotage and disaster, eh? Sounds absolutely lovely." Grins widely at Vanderbeek. "Glad I won that lottery. So, what does someone like myself do around the ship, Vander. Ah, may I call you that?"

"I prefer you call me Jan, or Morale officer VanderBeek." He smiles, but his eyes betray his seriousness.
"As for things to do, there's not much at the moment. I have this kid setting up the first shop on the recreational deck, so I can convince the captain he needs to wake more civilians. You know, since some of us are awake anyway. And honestly, since we have overshot our target by god knows how many lightyears anyway, we might as well start getting a life here. SO maybe you can help out with that. Otherwise there's probably plenty of tasks the captain or the major can assign you, but I'm not sure those are all that worthwhile."
He salutes in mockery, trying to copy a deep bass voice.
"You, guard that doorway! Do not move unless ordered to." VanderBeek shrugs.
"If that's your thing its okay i guess. No way to live if you ask me."

Mike notices the seriousness in VanderBeek's eyes, silently noting his reaction to being called Vander.

On the outside, he returns the mock salute and replies sarcastically. "Roger that, Sir! Boring as anything, Sir!" Chuckles as he lowers his hand, going to stand up. "Well, lets see if I can be of any help to Danny. After I've sorted all my stuff. Wouldn't want to step in on something important, now would I?"

Holds out his hand to Vanderbeek again. "Well, I'm sure Ill be seeing more of you later. Anything I need to know, or are all my bases covered?"

"If you have a quarters assigned to you I think you are set. Otherwise have Marco tell you where it is. With more people waking up the civilian decks should be in use soon." Jan replies, his grin returning.

Mike thanked Vanderbeek as he left, pondering his conversation with the Moral Officer as he entered the lift. The thing that he was most curious about was Jan's reaction to being called Vander. He mentally noted not to call him that again as he punched in his deck number.

---> Schmidt's Quarters

>> From: Cargo Hold
Edel finally entered the barrack's mess hall after what felt like eons, with sweat pearls decorating her forehead. Her t-shirt luckily did not suffer large sweat stains on the front. Her back must've been more damp than a rainforest.

She stopped to ask two passersby where Vanderbeek was, resting the weight on her shoulders on a nearby table. They pointed her to a table situated a few rows away. She thanked them, and attempted to stand back up. Her shoulders and legs burned, and she felt like something had definetly popped or cracked in her back. Slowly, she made her way to the man, quietly swearing in dutch. "Godverdomme. Achterlijk, debiel, kanker, idioot, klerelijer, pleurislijer, tyfusli- Oh...sir." She stops, wheezing. "You're...Vanderbeek...right?" Sitting down doesn't even dare to cross her mind this time.

[From Cargo Bay]

Raven arrived shortly after Edel scanning the room and spotting Edel who appeared to be talking to a man hopefully that's the chap I need to see she marched across the room and sat at the table where Edel stood. Plonking her belongings in front of her. "You Vander..." She paused looking up at Edel who for some reason was still standing and whispered ”What was it... Tweek? Oh!" She turned back to the man... "You Vandersheek?" She stared at him expectantly.
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"The one and only," Jan laughed as he gestured for both women to sit down. He looked immaculate in his classic vest, even though the location they met him did nothing to justify his elegant look. "Chief morale officer Jan VanderBeek, at your service."
He gestured for a private to bring them some tea and coffee.
"Who might you two be, and what can I do for you?"
To Edel he added: "Zulk taalgebruik staat niet netjes bij een dame. Het is maar goed dat we niet veel Nederlanders hebben hier."

Edel politely rejected the invitation to sit down with a gentle shake of her head. "If I sit down, I may never be able to lift this stupidly heavy bag again." After a pause, she added:"Nou, mijn definitie van ladylike is een viesmondige zeiler." She flashed a small smile, cheeky but nevertheless showing her embarrassment.

"If the bag is a problem I will have one of the enlisted troops bring it to your appartment, no problem," VanderBeek smiled. "Please, sit, have something to eat and drink. You must be hungry and thirsty coming right from Cryo."


"Both of you have a singles appartment on deck 12, just above the recreational strip that runs the length of the ship. Its not too big, but will do for a single woman. It has a seperate bedroom, a seperate shower and toilet, and a livingroom and kitchenette. Appartment 14 for Edel, and 15 for Millicent. They are across one another. Since there aren't many civilians awake yet there will probably be little for you ladies to do as of yet, but we can always use extra hands here in the mess hall, and I have a mister Chambers setting up the first civilian shop and restaurant as an alternative. So maybe he could use some staff.
Anything you ladies specialise in?"

[From Medical]

Mariko walked into the Barracks and checked the map for directions to Officer's Country and began heading that way when she was struck with a sudden, rather important bit of info:

She didn't know where her quarters were.

"Marco, where are my quarters?"

Hello Mariko. Follow the orange arrows projected on the floor for your convenience. Your quarters are on deck 7, cabin 23. Have a nice day.

"Thank you, Marco." The young woman said as she moved at not quite military speed for her Quarters, knowing it wouldn't do to keep the Captain waiting her first day awake.

She followed the orange arrows to the indicated door and pressed her hand to the reader for admission (OOC: if that's how admission to one's Quarters is gained).

Mariko sat and ate, reading a data tab to get caught up to date on everything that had happened to get them to the place they were now.

"Marco - the ship was sabotaged whilst we were at Alpha Centauri so there were people there? People from one of the previous ships?" She asked as she took a bite of something that could charitably be called beef teriyaki.

As far as we know, we were the first GNA vessel to reach Alpha Centauri. Nothing in my data suggests otherwise.

"So the sabotage was committed by someone onboard this ship but everyone was in stasis, correct? So either we had a stowaway or someone did something that prevented you from knowing someone was awakened early and performed the sabotage." She says as much to herself as to the AI.

The threat came from on board the ship yes.

"But how was someone able to get around the ship without you detecting them? You would have seen or heard them. Marco - since we left Earth, have any of the cryopods been at all out of normal temperature variance or displayed irregularities in their timestamps?"

She set the tab down as she began exploring ways this could have happened.

"Even for what appears to be a very short amount of time. Something you might not pay attention to."

I am sorry Mariko. That information is classified.

She sighs. "I suppose the higher ups are working on it. I guess I should stick to piloting. I'm just wanting to help figure out what went so wrong."

For more information you could contact Security. Thank you for your concern. Have a nice evening.

"Of course, Marco. Can you inform me when Commander Timochev has landed, debriefed and is available for me to report to?"

She finishes her meal and heads to her quarters to wait for the Commander.
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Hello Mariko. Commander Timochev just landed. You can find him in Hangar bay 1. Have a nice evening.

"Thank you, Marco." Mariko replied, jumping up and checking her uniform and hair, making sure she looked professional and put together. Once she was done she headed for the lift and Hangar Bay 1.

[To Hangar Bay 1]

Medical--->

Appigan steps out of the transit tube. He taps his authorization codes in at the Barracks entrance. Presumbly a monitoring station would be alerted that he was entering. Assuming there was enough unthawed to man that post.

"Marco. Advise Major Ascott that I have unthawed and been checked at Medical. Sergeant Appigan, Combat Medic and Shuttle Pilot. Arrived at barracks. I intend to start unpacking my equipment."

Just in case he gives a loud shout into the barracks.

"HEY YOU APES NEED TO CLEAN UP. THIS PLACE STINKS MORE THAN CRYO FLUID!"
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"It is hard to get good staff these days sir," a man in fancy garb grinned as Aoppigan shouted out.
"Jan VanderBeek," he stated as he extended a hand in greeting. "Chief morale officer, and currently the chef in this here food joint. You will find most marines occupied at the moment, but feel free to grab a seat and have some chow."
He gestured for one of the benches lining the long tables of the mess hall. All around people were having dinner, almost all of them in military garb. Some civilians sat at a table in the back, looking a bit confused at their predicament.
"If there is anything I can help you with don't hesitate to ask."

"Well glad to know we have at least a few of us awake. We are using the barracks to feed the civilians? Chow can wait until after I get my guns and gear. Priority is to establish my fighting state. Do we have a Armorer or Quartermaster out of the ice? If we do time to get him at work and I don't mind waking them up if they are sleeping."

VanderBeek shook his head.
"I insist you eat something first Sergeant." He gestured for one of the enlisted to bring a plate and a cup of coffee.
"Just out of cryo your body needs the energy..." he pauses to listen to the announcement over the ship Intercomm.
"Sounds like you will need all the energy you can get soon enough."
Chief Morale Officer Jan VanderBeek grins as he gently leads Apple to the nearest table. Sitting down opposite the combat medic he fumbles for his datapad, reading a message.

"Now, to adress some of your questions," VanderBeek says as he closes the pad.
"Yes, untill we wake up the civilians we use the barracks mess hall as a cafeteria. People do need to eat." He shrugs in a what-can-we-do gesture.
"We have a full military staff awake, most if not all cryosleepers left are civilians, and untill we figure out what the hell is going on, the Captain thinks it is better to keep them in cryo. Less of a hassle. Personally, I'd like to see everyone woken up, but thats just me. I'm sure the quartermaster will assign you some equipment when needed, all your personal belongings you can find in your assigned quarters. Appartment 47, barracks level 3 according to my data. Its not big, but you will find it sufficient for a single man."

Appigan took a few steps but didn't sit down.

"I appreciate your professional interest in doing your job. Allow me to do mine. It will have to be a rain check on a full meal. Believe me I look forward to it.

As a medic I can be called on for sudden emergencies at any time of day or night, for military or civilian situations. War wounds, broken legs, radiation burns are like child birth happening whenever they choose. Simple enough to pull a kit of bandages but consider that the pharmaceuticals have to taken out of different preservation chambers.

You are right on getting food energy so let me grab portable things. Got any apples?"

He chuckles.
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VanderBeek laughs as he walks over to the distribution counter, grabbing a basket. Reaching in he pulls out a few apples and tosses them to Appigan.
"They were frozen for 115 years, cryo, like us, but they do taste okay. Help yourself. I take it after the captain's transmission you boys will be called upon soon."

Geoffry laughs.

"Well so long as they aren't old."

He takes a trio of apples then makes off for the armory at a fast walk.

Even with preloaded lists, automation and fetcher carts it will take him a good while to collect a working set of gear. Weapons are never just assumed to work needing partial disassembly and test shots at the range.

His hard armor was adjusted for personal fit. As he had said he also needed to access various medications to bring his medic's satchel up to proper inventory. Standard marine pouches for survival and ammunition carry.

His rifle, the bullpup SA-80X, was standard for the troops. Around the sights he offset mounts a x2 reflex sight to one side. There wasn't a lot of time to dial this in properly but he could get it close at the range. When he had more time improving it was definitely on the to do list.

He drew a Kukri curved knife though it wasn't his preference. He had his own styles among his personal belongings. Still it did a lot of good work. Drawing a knife bayonet for the rifle made him feel better. He looked at his boots and laughed. Maybe later he'd have a knife in one too.

With talk of mutiny and radiation poisoning he clips on a pair of emergency suits. The kind that badly fit just about everybody. A gieger counter, dosimeter and a vial of radiation pills are packed in.

For a pistol it was to ye olde reliable 9mm automatic. With its multiple safety features it was safe to carry or drop.

"Marco, what is the current marine policy on explosive and smoke ordnance?"
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"He'll tell you we carry them on missions only," a voice came from the next line of weapon racks. A man clad in the same type of hard armour came over to Geoffry. "Ascott don't want people walking about with stuff that can ruin this vessel in no time. I'm Will. Corporal Willem Schepenaers fully. Shuttle Dorsal gunner."

"Canadian huh?" the man concludes, seeing the flag on Apple's left shoulder. He himself has a red white and blue flag, either luxembourgh or Netherlands.
"Medic? Or evac flyer?" He grabs a few ammunition clips from the crates next to Appigan, then tosses a few others to several more marines trickling in to arm themselves.
"Who would have thought we'd find CS-3... That thing was considered lost forever."
He then shrugs. "Then again, so are we probably."

Appigan nods to the man barely pausing in his equipment checks.

"Yeah, figured. That's why I thought to ask. Was hoping to carry smokers though. Still, a general policy on per mission explosives of any type is understandable. No risk of someone slipping out the wrong thing."

He listens to the man finish.

"Medevac and cargo flights. 5,000 colonists is small city. Once started colonizing they wouldn't just be in one spot either. There would surely be outlaying farms, mining, drilling and exploration stations. Incidents might happen anywhere across our new globe. Plus the white coats figure that if there isn't an emergency the shuttle can fly out homesteading gear and bring back the whatever those outposts are producing."

He checks over the magazine issued with his rifle. Each one has a bullet slid out then pushed back in confirming the strength of the spring.

"CS-3 yeah. I guess if you've got someone with you then at least your not both lost and lonely."

He laughs.

"My call sign's Apple. Chances are you'll be paired with me. Ready to head to the hanger and check on our bird?"
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"Sure am. I hope those goalkeepers aren't too dusty, don't think I have time to oil them. Lets just hope we don't need them."

Having finalized his checks Appigan makes for the Hanger.


--->Hanger

<--Medical Facilities

Lisa walked into the barrack section and found her way to the mess or wherever the food was. She was obviously a civilian, but she supposed that wasn't uncommon right now with the non-civilian food sources not up and running. She got herself a tray and got into line to get some food.

<-- Schmidt's Quarters


Mike quickly found his way through the barracks, grabbing a tray and entering the line behind a tall, broad shouldered woman, obviously a civilian by what she wore, but, well, so was he.

Looking down at his blue tee shirt and jeans, Mike realized that he had forgotten something important. His shoes. He sighed as he waited to be served.

The mess hall was unusually quiet for the time of evening, most marines readied for an eventual boarding of CS-3. Still, most tables held at least some people, both military and civilian, with VanderBeek trying to talk to everyone at least for a few moments.

As Eric Whitechapel fell in line for some food behind Mike, Mikoto Mishada, diva extraordinaire, started making a fuss over at the counter. it seemed the food was not to her liking today.

Lisa continued waiting for the line to move. Mikoto Mishada was throwing some temper tantrum or something and holding things up. Well, she did have a reputation for being a diva. Even her time as an actress had clued her into that fact. She vaguely wondered if the woman would remember her. Probably not. She didn't really expect most people to know who she was though. It wasn't important here.

She glanced over at Mike, the guy who had fallen in line behind there. "Hi there. I'm Lisa, and we'll apparently be weathering this latest drama together," she commented with a slight grin at him. Really, some people made mountains out of the stupidest molehills. "Good to meet you." She could tell he was a civilian too, based on his appearance. Well, either that or he literally was a military guy who was just thawed out she supposed.

Mike hesitated for the barest moment, before returning Lisa's grin. "Nice to meet you to Lisa, my names Mike. As for the drama...," Mike glanced over at where Mikoto was making her presence known, before chuckling softly. "Well, at least its dinner and a show, right? Might as well make the best of it. Though I will say that she's good at it. Complaining, that is."

Shaking his head Mike looks Lisa up and down before recognition dawns in his eyes. "Hey, aren't you an actress? You seem familiar from somewhere...."

"True enough. They just thawed me out, so I'll admit that I don't have a lot of idea of what to expect," Lisa responded. A nod was given when Mike asked if she was an actress. "I was, yes. Played She-Hulk in the movies. Though I dare say that around here that's not the profession I'll end up taking on, at least not for awhile. Resettlement doesn't require new movies to be made." Which was, perhaps, something that some people on the ship didn't realize. The old fame didn't really matter all that much here.

Arriving with Eric in the mess hall, Danny quickly tried for forget what had happened last time he was here, or was it the second last? He wasn't quite sure.

He waited in line, and when he saw Mike Schmidt he gave a shy wave and a meek "Hello"

As they all got closer to the food counters they noticed that even though they were eating in a barracks mess hall, there was a wide variety of food. One might even call it a small buffet, with several meats, vegetables, potatoes and pastas. "Can you believe that," Whitechapel mentioned, more to himself than anyone in particular. "All these choices, and she's still not satisfied?" He looks at Danny, a slight worried look on his face. "Man, are we supposed to beat this for food?"

Meanwhile VanderBeek's socialising had found his way over to the line. The immaculately dressed, somewhat dandy morale officer stopped as he notices Lisa Sky, looking her up appreciatively.
"Now there is a young woman I have not met yet." He steps over, extending his hand in greeting, then pressing a gentleman's kiss on the top of Lisa's hand.
"Jan VanderBeek, CMO. I seem to be running day to day civilian affairs. Not a hard task with so little civilians awake I must add." He smiles warmly.

In the back of the hall once again Mikoto Mishida is throwing a tantrum. A young ensign holding a tray stares sheepishly at the ground as she rages, a bowl of soup all over the table she was sitting at.

"You must be Lisa Sky, She-hulk. I must say your social media pictures did not do your beauty justice. Although I had expected you taller."

VanderBeek shrugs as he too notices the ruckuss. He then nods at the others in line.
"Gentlemen. I trust you can show this young lady around for a bit. I will drop by your table later for a chat. I must attend to Miss Mishida's needs first it seems."
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Lisa overheard Whitechapel's comments about the food and nodded in agreement, even if she wasn't in that particular conversation right now. Some people were pretty fussy eaters. Lisa had her requirements, but she wasn't fussy about exactly what food it was she ate. She'd traveled a lot and that meant learning how to not have a delicate tongue when it came to food.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Jan's approach, however. It was a little hard to tell if Jan was flirting with her or not, but Lisa certainly couldn't find fault with the guy's confidence. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vanderbeek, and thank you," Lisa replied to his compliment about her looks. "Perhaps I'll have some time to work on my photography skills since I did bring my equipment along." She didn't comment on the height remark. She was six feet and eight inches tall; she figured he had to be joking a little bit. Heck, even the She-Hulk character was an inch shorter in the comics, from what she remembered of her character research.

"Good luck," she said to the CMO as he left to go deal with Mishida. Lisa didn't envy him one little bit. Still, she supposed that if the diva didn't calm down she'd walk over and calm her down.

Danny got some food, and sat down with Eric, feeling foolish, despite having done nothing wrong. But over all happy, sadly wondering, and hoping if/that Mike would sit with them.

Mike grew quiet after Lisa answered his question, letting everyone else speak as he listened from the side lines. After all, it was what he did best.
His response to Danny's meek 'Hello' was a quiet smile and a small wave.

After Vanderbeek left to go deal with the diva, Mike finished filling his tray and turned to Lisa, his eyebrow raised in question. "Well, seeing as we both have no idea what to expect, how about we go sit down with someone who might, eh?" Gesturing towards the table where Danny and Eric are sitting, Mike does a small bow, silently indicating that she, as the lady, should go first.

Lisa collected her food. "Seems like a reasonable choice to me," the tall woman said as she looked over towards where the other two men were seated. She walked over towards Danny and Eric. "Mind if we join you?" Lisa asked. Having gotten out of cryo just recently, she didn't know exactly how things worked around here, which mostly meant asking a lot of questions and possibly permission.

Probably permission was important, she suspected, given it was mostly military who had woken up.

Mike nodded, following close behind Lisa as they approached the table, standing next to her as he waited for Danny and Eric to replay to the request, his smile finally returning in full.

Eric waved at the empty chairs.
"By all means, sit, please. All these soldiers make me uncomfortable. Its nice having some civilians around."

Danny smiled welcomingly externally, and internally smiled about this luck! It always felt like luck when something good happened, sort of like he should be grateful, but not to anyone in particular, just in general.

He didn't want to speak first, that was not his character, but if nobody started talking, he would say something to alleviate pressure.

Meanwhile, he silently as possible set up his utensils and cracked open one of the food he had obtained from the servers.

Mike chuckled as he looked at the man sitting next to Danny, his eyes giving off a sense of deep thought. "Well, that we can both agree on."

Carefully placing his tray down on the table, Mike pulled out a chair and turned towards Lisa, his smile warm, but somehow still not quite reaching his eyes.
"If I may offer you a seat, Miss Lisa?" He asked politely.

Lisa took the offered chair. "Thank you," she replied as she placed her tray down on the table and got comfortable, or as comfortable as one can get in a mess hall. "Figured I'd either wake up fairly early or late in the process. No middle ground. Kind of glad, actually. Getting in on things on the ground floor, so to speak. I'm Lisa, for those I haven't met yet," she said to the group.

Danny greets Lisa in return, and then starts eating his food.

After Lisa sits down Mike follows suit, taking his seat and plunging his fork into some variety of pasta he didn't recognize, eating in silence as he observes the three at the table, his eyes darting between them.

Danny keeps his eyes down, occasionaly smiling, just at thoughts of the good company around him

"What'd you all do before we got frozen?" Lisa asked as she started in on her meal. "Anything particular you're looking to do now that we're actually awake and in space?" she added.

"I had a job as a software developer at an up and coming Indie Games group..." Danny said, willing to add more if he needed to

Mike winced visibly at Lisa's question, looking down at the table for a moment before answering. "I was a part-time mechanic in the family's repair business, along side Father and James. Mostly I just, well, cleaned stuff after they were done."

Shrugs his shoulders as he takes another bite, continuing after he swallowed. "Had a few cleaning jobs, you know, janitor stuff. Worked at a Walmart, a couple fast food joints. It was quiet... most of the time." He added at the end with a sigh, stabbing his pasta with his fork. "As for now? I have no clue. Probably do some cleaning, or relax for once in my life."

Danny sat quiet for a respectable amount of time, then continued, hushed slightly, still a little self conscious about the way he came off, "Relaxing is good... when we arrive on Earth 2.0 you can chill with me while I set up and maintain farms" Danny commented, only putting when in there for the others sake, himself believing it was more of an if... "If you want" he added, trying not to seem to commanding.

"Sounds a bit like me Mike," Whitechapel chimes in. "Grew up in Boringville Idaho. Student of many trades, master of none. I used to work sales at a local multimedia store. Sell datapads, game consoles, stuff like that. Not the most usefull skills to have now I guess. When the lottery became available to americans too I jumped on the chance, and damn, I won... So what are your plans Lisa?"