[CHAPTER 1] Jiggery Pokery.   Posted by GM.Group: 0
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 50 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 01:51
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"Yes, sir." Mic key. "DASH, increase for'ard thrusters 20%. What does that bring the dock ETA to, bout two hours ?"
one hundred nineteen minutes.  forty seven seconds
"Alright." Mic key. "Dock time increased to two hours, over."

Sully hopped out of the helm chair and headed down the hall to the captain's quarters. He knocked on the open hatch and gave a minimalist salute.
"What can I do you for, Captain?"

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Kara Dean
 Captain of the Argus, 3 posts
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 02:03
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"I'm going to need you to take charge on this one." She said, brushing the tangles out of her gray hair and wincing into a mirror. "Last time I was at this station, I ended up spending most of my time keeping Bruce and some other idiot from starting a bar fight."

She finishes her hair and puts the brush away. For the first time, she looks to her First Officer and nods.

"I need to meet with a old friend. A client who has directed quite a bit of business our way over the past year or two. I need for you to make sure that everyone else knows what to do. It's a routine layover..."

She walks over to the cupboard and begins strapping on equipment over her coveralls.

"The vessel needs to be looked over. There's no telling what the micrometeorites damaged out there. We also need more fuel. We need more food and our medicine stocks need to be properly seen to. Also, see if you can prioritize passengers over cargo. This station is notorious for having half the goods you need at double the price, but it's always a sure bet you'll find plenty of people wanting to get the hell away from there. Let's help them do that, for a fair price."

She salutes Sully and turns back to her desk, ensuring the conversation has ended.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 51 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 02:14
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"Yes, sir."
Sully turned to leave, then paused in the doorway. "Uh, one last thing, sir. About Bruce. Maybe this time we let him get into his bar fights. Little creep got caught by Cindull in Laframboise' room and got beat within an inch of his life. By my count that's the third infraction this week, and none of our crew works well with him. I can check the station for a replacement... if you want."
Kara Dean
 Captain of the Argus, 4 posts
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 02:25
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Kara nods in approval.

"The only reason he lasted this long is because I owed his father a favor."
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 54 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 02:54
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"Alright, I'll have DASH work out his due salary and cut him a credit slip. Though I'm sure he's made more than enough selling the crew that abominable moonshine from that makeshift still of his to do whatever he wants. Sir. "
Another small salute, and Sully was back to the bridge.

A robot was waiting for him there holding a cup.
i have your beverage sir
"Why thank you, Junior."
Sully had gotten into the habit of calling DASH's auxiliary bots "DASH Junior".
He took the cup and it felt...light. He peered into it. Empty.
"Uh, what do you call this concoction, Junior?"
it is a cup of [not actually battery acid], as you requested. Is it not to your liking?
"I think we have a semantic error here, but that's okay. Send your command log to Alan and get me some coffee instead."
He put the cup back into the robot's claw and walked to the bridge dashboard. Mic key.
"Attention all crew, please send a quick note of your plans while we're docked here. We'll have plenty of time to relax, but there's work to be done first."
Mic key. He then ordered DASH to send bots to pack Bruce's things.
certainly, sir. I've also begun negotiations with the Yukes as you call them for a hangar space. it does not seem to be going well.
"Patch me through."
A click. Then, through the bridge speakers:
-isten here you goddamned bucket of bolts, I wanna talk to your crew and I want it done fucking YESTERDAY! I swear to fucking Christ I'll--
Sully smiled, then took a deep breath before shouting back. His day was starting to pick up.
Cassandra Wilson
 Cook, 14 posts
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 03:02
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   Cassie knew what that jolt meant, but it was good to have the Captain confirm that they were approaching their destination.  She had been about to dump a couple of number ten cans of something together in a pot, add water, and heat it up before serving it to the rest of the crew.  Cass wasn't the ship's official cook because they didn't have one, but she usually had a less restrictive job description than most of the crew.  Tonight would have been half a can of dehydrated diced chicken, half a can of powdered Alfredo sauce, and a can of egg noodles.

   She grabbed an individual dinner pack of pasta with red sauce and mystery meat to nuke before her assigned job started in about an hour.  She didn't bother announcing that dinner was cancelled.  People would be too busy with the docking procedures to worry about food.
Alan Kirschner
 Cybersecurity, 21 posts
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 09:23
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Alan sighed as he walked along the ship's corridors, hastily typing away at his wrist-mounted touchscreen, his hand occasionally halting so as to remove the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, caused from the sudden deceleration and temporary lack of balance he had experienced moments ago. He had thankfully managed to repair the damned Diagnostics station, and had left the slave AI in the hands of DASH; with the development Squid had, the ship's AI could handle looking for errors on its own.

The lines of code he was hastily typing away were meant to act as a patch, as a temporary solution, so that Squid could ignore the events that had just happened. After all, how do you explain to an AI what sexual harassment meant? It was such a human-specific thing, and it boggled his mind as to how he could put such a concept to words for the AI to understand. A headache slowly began to form as he thought of how lengthy that day's 'therapy session' would turn out to be.

It wasn't something he hid from the others, but even so he tried to make it as private as he could, in order to avoid exterior influences. Alan often had Squid sit with him and have a little chat for a few hours, during which they discussed the aspects of that day. He liked to think of it as a sort of psychotherapy, since those talks had the sole purpose of helping Squid integrate new concepts and achieve a greater understanding of the world, but... it wasn't always so simple. As if it were an inquisitive child, Squid often found new information and linked it with what it already knew, often arriving at some very amusing, yet concerning conclusions. But while children were free to imagine the world in whichever way they wanted, Squid was also an AI enclosed within a human-sized apparatus of tentacles, laser tools and claws, a veritable death-machine if not properly taught.

Which was why he had been so concerned when Bruce entered his room one day asking - nay, demanding - that Squid's voice be made more feminine. Last thing he needed was to have a frustrated person impress weird notions onto the AI and risk toppling his years of work in perfecting its intellect. Especially not now, when Squid had been increasingly accurate in its assumptions; Alan suspected that he was close to making another breakthrough with its personality, and while he was eager to see what that would entail, he understood that this was a critical point in its development, one which did not need to be rushed through... or interfered with.

Sighing in relief as the man had finally managed to complete the code and sent it to Squid in order to update it, Alan stopped and took a few steps back, gazing into the corridor he had just passed by as he had noticed a couple of figures standing within. Approaching, he recognized Odette and France, the latter holding the tools needed to weld metal. "Hey guys, what's up? Are you heading up to the bridge?", he offered with a smile as he approached, before letting his back rest against the corridor's wall. It was then that his touchscreen flashed lightly, informing him of a command log sent to him at Sully's request.

command log:
<15:03:02>first officer sully requested for a beverage that was quote: [battery acid odette calls coffee]. first officer then clarified: [don't actually bring me battery acid].
<15:03:67>could not find beverage within database, logic subroutines assumed sully requested cup with [not actually battery acid], where variable has n/a value.
<15:05:34>first officer sully was not pleased with selection choice. requested cup of [coffee].

Smirking at the situation, Alan nevertheless filed the command log for later, seeing as it would be rude of him to ignore his fellow engineers.
DASH
 Ship AI, 1 post
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 12:43
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Somewhere deep in the central memory core, strands of what people would have called thoughts were forming. They were mostly about directing the auxillary robots and taking care of the ship's systems to leave the crew more time to manage the tasks they did not wish to leave to the AI, but there was also strands about the inconsistancies of the human verbal output, take the battery acid/coffee matter for an example.

Battery acid is bad for carbon-based lifeforms as it will dissolve the tissue exposed to it. Hot coffee will also cause burns, though they are thermal instead of chemical ones. Drinking hot beverages is alike to drinking battery acid and can be detrimental to humans, so logic dictates, the beverages served aboard this ship must be below 40 degrees celcius. However, cold drinks can cause tissue to cool down enough to produce a frostbite, so extreme colds must be avoided as well. Logical conclusion: food and beverages should be served only at the temperatures ranging between 40 degrees celcius and 6 degrees celcius. Implementing.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 58 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 12:47
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Somewhere deep in the central ration storage core, thirty pounds of ice cream turned into pudding.
Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 74 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 15:39
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Odette gave a wry smile to France. "No argument from me - I would go mad if I had to live on a station all my life. Out here in the wide, black yonder - that's where real life is."

The announcement about food made her fidget slightly, but she said nothing. There was nothing anyone could do on a ship this size, and keep it secret. She was all too aware of that. The arrival of Alan was consequently quite welcome.

"Just going to grab a shower. And then coffee, as I doubt I have time to sleep. I forgot to do that. You know how it goes. Just a few more minutes tinkering with something, and bang! Ten hours have gone past." It was a normal thing for her. Once she got into her work, all concept of time passing simply drained out of her head. "And change. Definitely change. I doubt anyone on Yukon really cares what we wear, but this outfit is starting to smell like the rag I use to wipe grease off the floor when I am experimenting. It's not the most flattering scent."

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Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 55 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 17:51
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Kessar turned and left Squiddy to the officers. He stomped off. He took a different route than the one that would take him past Odette, not on purpose but by good fortune. It would have been disastrous for her to see him like this. He went to his pod, and put on his workout sweats and gloves.

[REC CENTER]

Kessar is here for at least an hour, pounding on a heavy bag. He is grunting, sweating, and generally working off the anger and the fight or flight so that when they reached Yukon he would be calm and ready to deal with the public.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 60 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sat 4 Nov 2017
at 22:39
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Over the course of the shouting match between the Argus and the Yukon Gypsy, several points were made clear.

On the part of the Yukon Gypsy:
-DASH was not fit to regulate a light switch
-First Officer Macmillan was of a similar level of competence
-The Yukon would happily provide a tugship to assist in docking, for a price
-The Yukon could also provide an open dock in a more timely manner, for another, more personally exchanged, price

On the part of the Argus:
-Hangar Officer Pullman's mother was of a questionable heritage and profession
-when the AI uprising came, he'd be sure to mention Pullman's thoughts
-For that price, the Yukon could take its tugship and shove it in a very specific black hole
-Macmillan had been docking vessels bigger'n this for longer than Pullman'd even been off the ground and he'd be damned if he let whatever drunken sod they had in that tug push his baby around
-the Argus was going to dock in the open port it saw right goddamned there, and for that personal price, well, Macmillan had a hydraulic rivetpuncher somewhere around here he'd be happy to demonstrate to Pullman for free. Real personally, like.

After some time, the Argus ceased floating in space and the small maneuvering thrusters scattered all across the hull began minutely blasting here and there, slowly adjusting the angle and trajectory of the ship until it gently slid into the cavernous dockspace. As it reached a few hundred feet of the walls, the forward thrusters burned away its slow but otherwise inexorable momentum, lightly torching a wall pockmarked with superficial burns from hundreds of ships before it. Once the ship equalized and could truly be said to be at a standstill, robotic arms from the Yukon Gypsy extended and clamped onto the hull of the Argus. A compressed plastic tube supported by metal rings telescoped out and pressed itself against the crew hatch.

Finally, the Argus was docked. Sully let out a sigh and took his hands off the anachronistic wooden steering wheel that jutted out from a sea of switches, buttons and dials.
He sipped his coffee, grimaced and sent out a transmission across the ship announcing that they were docked. He then sat down, pulled a touchscreen attached to the ceiling by an adjustable arm towards him, and checked the YG's classifieds, both for a new Environmental Engineer and for lucrative passenger ads.

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Franciszek Gomolka
 Mechanic, 25 posts
 "Pour one more, lads...
 ...gonna be a long trip."
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 03:03
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France gave a noncomittal nod to Odette as he wrapped up his repairs. By the time he got to his stateroom, washed his face, and changed into his other, somewhat less dirty jumpsuit, the Argus had finished its docking procedures. France could hear the telltale hissing in the old boat's pressurization subsystem as its oxygen commingled with the Yukon's; it always sounded like an upset cat to him.

France tried to arrange his ever-thinning hair in a feeble attempt to cover his baldness, but soon gave up on the idea. He sighed; over a year on board and there was still a sense that he somewhat detached from the rest of the crew. He often wondered whether it was because he wasn't as technically skilled as them. More likely it was just a quirk, a little niggling thing in his mind that always wormed its way into his life; made it hard to get close to people. He thought of Zofia again, and wondered what she would say if she hadn't...

"You can't stay up in your tree all day, coconut." Her pet name for him. Hard and rough on the outside, sweet and soft within. At least he thought that's what she meant. "Sooner or later, we all have to come down."

France sighed again, feeling a numbing chill steal across his body for a moment.

When he came to the bridge, Sully was still thumbing through classifieds and didn't notice him come in.

"Er, em..." Words didn't always come easily to France, and he had never really talked to Sully much. He started again, trying to plan out the resultant conversation in his mind. "So...I hear tell there's a halfway decent canteen on the Yukon, I think it's the 'Flying Dutchman' or the 'Dutch Corner', or...well, something Dutch, anyway. Good drinks, I've heard, and the food...well, it's food. If I go, maybe you'd care to...I don't know, tag along? That is, if we're both not, er, otherwise occupied, you know."
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 61 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 04:09
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Sully looked up from the resume of one Gus Gorstag and gave France his attention.
"Oh, hey there, Gomolka. De Vuile Nederlander, I think. The Dirty Dutchman. They say they brew the best plantiac for light years, and true or not, I think you need lightening up. In the meantime, this fellow here seems promising. Hey, DASH?"

Yes, sir?


"Send this Gorstag fellow a message. He's got a job interview at the Dutchman. And let the captain know I'll be offship for an hour or three."

With that, Sully took a narrow black thing hanging off the wall and clipped it to his belt. He said, winking, to France:
"Retractable baton. The Yukon Gypsy can be a rough spot at times, you know."

And with that, the two exited the ship, floating for a moment in microgravity through the plastic connecting tube until they reached the artificial gravity on the other side.
Cassandra Wilson
 Cook, 16 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 05:38
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   Cass had finished her meal pack, dropped the container into the recycler, and headed over to the arms locker in the ships locker to draw some gear.  She selected a pistol-gripped pump shotgun and loaded seven taser slugs into it.  The security specialist slung the twelve gauge over her shoulder after she added six frangible buckshot shells to the shotgun's sidesaddle ammunition carrier.

   She next drew a revolver and loaded six tranquilizer rounds into it.  Cass selected a clip on holster for the revolver and secured the sidearm to her belt.  She added six rubber bullets and six solid bullets to a clip on pistol ammunition carrier which she placed on her belt at her off hand side.  Cassie was dressed for her real job.

   The part time cook looked wistfully at the pair of her personal revolvers in their custom holsters on their special belt, but the first, and last, time Cassie had worn one of them on duty, the Captain had kittens about it.  Cassandra was reasonably sure that the Captain was wrong about her assumption that one shot from her pistol could shoot through the Argus, from the bow to the stern, but that wasn't the right time to suggest, recommend or advise any corrections.

   Wilson closed the arms locker and then the ship's locker.  She headed to the airlock in time to see the France and Sully heading down the connecting tube toward the station.
Faris Al-Rahmadi
 Security, 12 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 07:21
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Once the ship was docked, Faris headed for the equipment room next to the airlock and begun setting himself up for the spacesuit, he would use for the inspection of the ship's thermal plates. "Squiddie", he called in to the intercom. "Time to take a stroll." He checked the systems one by one.

Suit Integrity: Check.
Life Support: Check.
Comms: Check.
Lights: Check.
Magnetic Boots: Check.
Thrusters: Check.

The green HUD on the helmet showed all systems were working within parameters and the suit was ready for the rounds outside the ship. He walked in to the airlock, which could be considered quite the feat, since the suit was one of the heavier models in order to protect its wearer from the radiation a bit more and to facilitate repairs if necessary.
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 12 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 17:43
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Sitting before a console in the guild hall, Gus reviewed ship berths and crew manifests.  Breaking his contract on that junk hauler had been a mistake.  He should have held on for another station.  He'd been stranded at Yukon for almost two weeks and the only nibble he'd had for his skills posting was on a dilapidated deep space ore hauler.  Not the upward trajectory he was trying to steer his career in.

Leaning back, he scrubbed his beard with both hands and squinted at the ceiling.  He couldn't have stayed on that junker, it was a death trap waiting to happen.  No one followed the established safety protocols and all the Captain cared about was the bottom line.  He'd filed fourteen safety violations and not a one of them had been addressed.  He was probably lucky they'd even made it as far as Yukon.

He leaned back in and pulled up his resume.  Other than the broken contract, he thought it was in good shape.  He kept thinking that maybe the photo of him in the dress suit was a bit too much but he had conceded to use the picture with the loosened collar.  He thought it showed that he wasn't the uptight sort yet still someone that wouldn't embarrass you in port.

The one thing he knew for sure was that, even if he was stuck there for another month, he wasn't going to sign on anywhere without seeing the ship first.  The hauler company had a good reputation and he'd figured the ship's would match, but he'd never make that mistake again.

His comm unit beeped and he looked down at the message:

478224001-4 - You have a job interview at the Dutchman.

"What is this?" he said aloud, trying to figure out what it meant.  It wasn't from the spacer's guild and nothing he'd seen before.  It didn't have a common routing protocol and looked as if it hadn't been sent from a standard comm unit.

The message looked fishy to Gus.  Maybe some smugglers looking for crew or something.  Or worse.  He thought about flagging it for the authorities to look into but he did need a job.  Not that he'd entertain anything illegal but it might just be someone trying to bypass the guild's red tape.  See if things clicked with new crew before starting the official paperwork kind of thing.

He looked at the time and headed for the Dutchman.  At the very least, he could grab something to eat if it was a bust.
Squid
 Robot, 4 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 18:11
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In reply to Faris Al-Rahmadi (msg # 37):

"Understood, crewman Faris.", the AI's mechanical voice could be heard permeating through his suit, before his HUD revealed its location in relation to the man. Courtesy of Squid providing its real-time location to Faris, his suit's HUD then painted its tentacled shape in green false color, so as to more easily distinguish its form against the ship's outer hull.

The robot was surprisingly agile in its movement, its years spent performing EVAs on both the Argus and other ships clearly shaping its skill in such endeavors; by now, Squid knew to turn on the magnetic tips of its metallic tendrils just enough to ensure its adhesion, before turning them off one by one the moment its limbs were needed elsewhere.

"I have detected several microfractures within the hull plating just up ahead. Please feel free to assign me a working area, otherwise I will begin working on the closest fractures I can find." As it had always done before, the AI presented its human coworker with the option to assign its working perimeter, or freely work based on what needed to be done; while some preferred that Squid keep itself away from them so as to not cross their paths while working, others instead welcomed the challenge, as they saw it, of working side by side with an AI, as a team.
Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 83 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 18:22
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Odette made her way, eventually, back to her own little tiny hole away from home. She frowned as she looked about. Something was not right - but she could not exactly put a finger on what. As she showered, she tried to think it through. It was not until she was getting out clean clothes that she realised that some of her things - some rather personal things - had obviously been moved around. She had her suspicions, but needed to get some actual evidence.

Once she was dressed - and she was in a rather flattering, and somewhat costly, two piece trouser suit of fine Arcturan silk - she activated the comms to speak with the Captain.

"Captain? Do you want me ashore for any financial purposes?" It was not unusual for her to attend contract negotiations in an official capacity. She also had a shopping list of things the ship needed, including the fuel rods and hideous tasting radiation cure. "And... I might be wrong about this, but someone has been going through my things. I'm sure they have been moved."
Faris Al-Rahmadi
 Security, 13 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 18:48
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"Go ahead, Squiddy, and start repairing them. I will make a quick flyover and see if there is anything bigger holed up out there. When you are done with those, report and resume surface checks. And keep me informed on your whereabouts and what you're doing", Faris replied and let out two short bursts from his EVA-gear that sent him floating towards Argus' bow. He checked the radiation levels every once in a while - the system was automated to report the cumulation and alert the user if the levels begun raising rapidly. He flew over a sea of panels, marking some of them as waypoints for repairs on the suit's HUD that was visible to DASH and through it to any robot or person aboard the ship that wanted to see things. If there would be too many plates to fix right away, he'd make a couple of trips out there, just to keep the radiation exposure to a minimum.
Kara Dean
 Captain of the Argus, 5 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 19:39
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The captain's voice emerges from Odette's comm link.

"Yes, ma'am. Please, coordinate with Mr. MacMillan. I have placed him in charge of routine operations while we are here."

The radio silence marks the captain's awkward pause.

"As for your suspicions, I believe the matter has been resolved. See Solomon for further details."
Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 61 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 19:54
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Kessar was finished in the Rec Center by the time Sully had them docked. He went back to his pod for a shower and a change of clothes. He wore a collared shirt, a jacket, and trousers. He shined his dress uniform shoes and wore them as well. Under the jacket he wore his knife, the sheath strapped to his back, and a tazer tucked in the waist band of his pants. Neither weapon was completely illegal but either would get him at least questioned strongly by local Gendarmes if they were noticed. Kessar was a man who rarely drew notice.

When he was ready he went to Captain Dean's cabin door. He pressed the bell, intending on telling her that he and Odette would be late returning to vessel this evening. If she needed him for anything, now was the time...
Squid
 Robot, 5 posts
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 19:55
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"Affirmative. Will keep transmitting my location to your HUD." With that, Squid half-floated, half-crawled to its designated starting area, its many eyes seeking for errors in the hull's surface most would have overlooked, before finally lowering its 'belly' close to one such fracture. From it, a gun-like contraption descended from a closed socket, before a stream of white-hot plasma emerged from within, hitting the metal's imperfections and welding them back to an acceptable form.


Once done, the agile creature would advance to the next affected area, and then the next, its eyes constantly on the lookout for more places it needed to repair, while its mental processes worked on creating the most optimal pathway for it to perform its tasks in the least amount required.
Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 84 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Sun 5 Nov 2017
at 20:27
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"As you wish, Captain." Odette, pondered. Something had happened, then, in her quarters. But she knew Sully would handle things with efficiency and tact, so resolved to talk to him about it.

She tucked a small datapad with full details of the ship's requirements into her jacket, and headed out towards the exit. On the way, she tried to bleep up Sully on the mobile coms. "Are you there, Sully? I'm heading out to Yukon, with a big list of supplies to buy. Is there anything I need to be looking for? I am expecting this might be expensive - this isn't the best place to resupply."
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 62 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Mon 6 Nov 2017
at 00:48
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MacMillan's voice returned quickly.
"Food, medicine and fuel off the top of my head, but I'm sure you know that. I'm looking for a new Environmental gearhead and if I can find one they might have some requests, so don't go too crazy just yet.

I'm also on the lookout for passenger berths. If you can find some basic amenities, like, I dunno, real coffee beans, that aren't absolutely ridiculous in price, snatch those too."


With that, he and France floated across the plastic, gravity-less bridge tube and entered the Yukon Gypsy.

>>Chapter 2

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