[CHAPTER 2] Gypsy In My Soul.   Posted by GM.Group: 0
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 21 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Mon 13 Nov 2017
at 04:05
[CHAPTER 2] Gypsy In My Soul
Gus had been thinking more about the ship and what questions he should be asking and didn't realize they had company until one of his interviewer's spoke up.  He turned to observe the man, expecting that perhaps he might be next in line for an interview.

The man could have made an effort to look presentable for his interview.
Franciszek Gomolka
 Mechanic, 39 posts
 "Pour one more, lads...
 ...gonna be a long trip."
Mon 13 Nov 2017
at 14:38
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France understood that look on the stationer's face all too well, and didn't very much like what was coming next. It had been a long time since France was in a scrap, and he usually came out of it worse off than before. He'd lost count of how much plas-namel he had to get inserted in his mouth to make up for missing teeth. He glanced over at Sully and Gus, noticing Sully reaching for his baton. As subtly as he could, he slid over in his seat, trying to interpose himself between Sully and the stationer. "Better me than them," France thought to himself, letting out an imaginary sigh.

The incoming fist was fast, but not so fast that it didn't seem to hang in the air for entirely too long, giving France too much time to think. Why did he view himself as so...expendable? Was he really as worthless as he often believed himself to be? Did he have a hero complex or was he just stupid? All these thoughts and more flashed through his mind in the instant right before the fist connected with his jaw, half-toppling him out of his chair.

Suddenly, he regretted not asking if Gus was skilled in dentistry...
Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 76 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Mon 13 Nov 2017
at 16:07
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[Following Capt. Kara]
Note: With GM's permission

Kara gave Kessar a curt nod and stepped out of her cabin. He fell in a few paces behind her, letting the distance grow to about ten paces so that he could watch her without being obvious. Kessar can be sneaky when it is called for. After about ten minutes she drew a couple of dock thugs following her, with Kessar behind them. He noted their weapons and how they were picking up the pace. He did not step in until one of them grabbed her arm.

He came up behind the fellow who had not grabbed her and put the taser to his neck, with the setting on high the man not only dropped into unconsciousness, he crapped his pants. He turned as these thugs had two more following behind him, somehow they always came in fours, and lashed out with a kick to one in the nuts and the other caught the taser in his chest. All this happened so quickly and quietly the one who grabbed her arm had no idea it had even happened.

He turned and caught Kara's eyes. She lifted a brow to the remaining thug. Her lack of fear must have struck a cord because he turned quickly, only to get punched in the face. He dropped her arm and Kessar delivered the taser, dropping the last of her assailants. Kara nodded her thanks and turned to continue. Kessar quickly drug the four men into an alleyway. He was able to easily catch up to Kara, and noted she was heading to a familiar place, Dr. O's clinic. Dr. O was an older Asian man whose practice was less than legitimate. She waited for him before entering, meaning she wanted him with her. He followed on her six, which seemed to surprise Dr. O. "Who this?"

Kessar gave his famous thousand yard stare. After a moment the Doctor became agitated, "I say only you come and now you bring this D'hakaling?" (translation Monkey's ass)

Kessar spoke quietly, "I'm ship's surgeon. I'm here to make sure you don't screw my captain. I'm also a combat veteran. Do me a favor and tell the guy at the door behind me to take his hand off his weapon before I take it from him and beat him to death with it."

There was a very long tense moment where the Dr. tried to stare him down. Finally her broke and began laughing, "Of course, now I remember you say you bringing ship's doctor. No problem, my mistake."

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Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 83 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Mon 13 Nov 2017
at 16:15
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Sully lunged forward and caught France before he smashed into the table and set him down relatively gently onto the floor. Odd that Gomolka'd seemed to intentionally lunge to take the hit for Sully, but this would only occur to him in retrospect.
 The drunk swung at him instead, catching him at an awkward angle in the shoulder that didn't do much. Sully recovered, unclipped his baton and in one motion flicked it to its full length and whipped it across his opponent's face, who shouted and put his hands up to the fresh welt.
Sully stood back, ready to react to the man's next move.
 "I don't know what your goddamn problem is but you need to get away from this table right the fuck now."

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Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 22 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Tue 14 Nov 2017
at 13:44
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Gus looked up from where he lay on the floor.  Sat on the floor?  What was it called when you fell back in your chair without falling out of the chair?

He tried to become invisible as the spacer shouted back at his tablemate with the baton.

"Damn you spacers!"
he spat beliigerantly back.  "Yer all the same," he slurred.  "Come in all fancy pants in yer suits and..."  He seemed to run out of steam as he looked over Sully's generic outfit but managed to recover with a bit of inspiration, "...fancy hair!

"We don't want yer kind around here!"
  He made an inclusive wave of his arm to indicate everyone in the bar was in agreement, but he seemed the only one at the moment imbued with the sentiment.

"Get out!"
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 85 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 04:20
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A younger Solomon MacMillan would have shouted some more, escalated the situation. A younger Solomon MacMillan would have beaten the teeth out of this guy, and for a minute, would have felt real good about it. But then again, a younger Solomon MacMillan would have had an angry bartender now, and an angry captain later on when someone eventually bailed him out of the station security center. And he was too old to sit in a drunk tank, or have to see the wrong side of the formidable Captain Dean. He'd leave that to a younger Solomon MacMillan, who'd spent enough time in such circumstances.

 Still, he would have liked to rough the guy up. All the same, a whap across the jaw with the baton made them close enough to even. The drunkard had made his speech, and Sully reckoned this was a good place to end the episode without this sad old man, whoever the hell he was, trying to continue it.

  All this flashed through his mind as he angrily glared at the swaying longshoreman, and he took a deep breath and clipped his baton back to his belt. He turned to Gus and France, pulled them both up off the floor, and said "Mr. Gorstag, what say we take a look at those ship's logs? I think I've had enough to drink as it is."

 With that, they left the Dirty Dutchman.

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Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 101 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 20:31
[CHAPTER 2] Gypsy In My Soul
It took a moment for Odette to regain a degree of composure. She took a couple of deep breaths. Her mother always told her, a proper lady never gets angry. A proper lady always shows calmness, decorum, and speaks courteously.

And then a proper lady rips out someone's spleen and rams it up the nose of their enemy. But she does so politely. That is the most important part.

She looked at the uniform-clad, smug little prick and wondered, just for a moment, where the spleen actually was.

"If you are referring to my ship, then I would take it as a kindness if you would refrain from making such insulting comments, and simply ordered the fuel rods to be delivered as soon as possible. It is not appropriate for you to pass judgement on the vessels of your customers, especially those who regularly use your service, and pay a very high fee for doing so. Therefore - will you kindly order my fuel rods?"


She was quite proud. She hadn't even punched him. That, at least, was worthy of comment.

The smug expression on the man grew even larger. He leaned on the counter, and lowered his head more to her level. "No, ma'am. No can do. Owing to the new tariffs on fission fuel rods, what with them being ancient and seriously unhealthy, we're no longer supplying them. Besides, anyone still using them with half a brain is upgrading, so they don't blow up, or die, or whatever. So no. We don't have any fission rods. We're never going to have any fission rods. And I'd thank you if you would kindly haul your snooty little dwarf patootie out of this facility. And take your rickety old radiation bomb of a fleabag ship with you."

Odette's twitch got noticably worse.

Under new management, obviously. Not entirely unexpected, of course, given that fission drives really were obsolete, and it was logical that, sooner or later, refueling depots would stop supporting that technology. Lots of people still used them, of course, but they were just not profitable to sell any more. Not when new fusion and solar drives were becoming cheaper.

None of which occured to her at that point in time. What did occur to her was how good it would feel to tell her mother to go and jump into a black hole, and cause this pimple-necked imbecile a considerable degree of pain. So she opted for that course of action, and applied her forehead to his nose with considerable force.

That was not something she learned from her mother. But after all these years hanging around in cheap starport bars, she had learned a thing or two about vigorous negotiation.

She turned and left, rubbing her forehead, as it had hurt a little. But the strangled yells about broken noses, calling security, and so forth fell upon deaf ears.

Once she was outside, she started to walk back towards the ship. She triggered her comlink, and tried to raise the individual who was, supposedly, currently in charge.

"Doc to Sully... you there? Come on, you haven't had time to get so drunk you can't talk. Sully! Talk to me!"
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 89 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 20:59
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From the medbay, Sully's comlink went off.
He listened, then said "Hell, she sounds mad."

He tapped the transmission key on the link.
"Sully here, what's up?"
Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 102 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 21:12
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"No fuel rods. They don't do fission rods any more! And we might need to think about leaving a little earlier than planned. I might have broken someone's nose just a little bit."

Just a little bit? How could you break someone's nose a little bit?

"It might take them a while to figure out who I am. I mean, I'm not the only small woman on the station who needs fission rods. There's got to be, oh, maybe a couple of million of us." She spoke with a heavy hint of sarcasm. "I think I'll spend the next couple of days inside the engine housing, or maybe cleaning the inside of the coolant chamber. Somewhere that wouldn't likely be examined too closely by, say, a really annoyed member of station security."

Punching a drunk in a bar was one thing. Assaulting a respectable member of the public at his place of work was another matter entirely. Even if he was one of those people who have their genitals dangling from their forehead. Metaphorically speaking.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 90 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 21:29
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"What do you mean they don't do fission rods anymore? I counted at least five ship models docked here that use fission, judging by their exhaust patterns. Guy didn't pull the tariff con on you, did he?"
  He thought for a moment.
"If you wanna lay low for a bit that's fine, but I'd bet good money whoever pissed you off isn't gonna be too willing to admit a little human lady gave 'em the business. No offense intended, of course."

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Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 103 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 21:49
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"What tariff con?" Odette then felt a penny drop in her head. "Goddamn it, I should go right back and show him exactly how I plan to install those damn rods into his fuel port!" Nobody had tried to fleece her with that before, and she was not brought up in an environment where such things happened, or were discussed. She might be a great engineer, but at times, she was ridiculously naive. "I'll give him the business all right! Damnit! Could you ask France to come and get the rods, if he has time? I doubt anyone would try to pull that sort of stunt with him. He's seen pretty much every trick in the book."

She stopped at the exit from the docking bays, and contemplated going back to the ship, or to get a drink. "And my head hurts. Why doesn't anyone tell you that headbutting someone is painful?"

The tariff con annoyed her, but it was so believable because it made sense. Fission rods were really, really dangerous. The reactors could explode with barely any warning, and the fuel itself was lethal with even the slightest hint of mishandling. Someone banning fission rods was very believable, as was charging a high tariff to handle the radioactive power source. But every good con has to be plausible. And she felt like a complete rube for falling for it.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 91 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Wed 15 Nov 2017
at 23:05
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"I'm guessing you headbutted the uh, poor guy before he got to the 'under the counter' price."
 Sully drummed his fingers on the steel doorway of the infirmary, gave a look at Gomolka and the medbot."I'd ask France, but I think his book may have seen enough tricks for the day. Where's Kess? He's offship, innee?"

At this point, a small alarm went off in his head. "Shit, I still gotta check the station for passengers."
He gestured to Gus. "Mr. Gorstag, if you'd come with me you can go through the ship logs while I take care of some business on the bridge."
Odette Laframboise
 Engines, 104 posts
 Tiniest Engineer
 in Spaaaaaccceee!!!!
Fri 17 Nov 2017
at 01:36
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"All right. Look, I am heading back to the ship. I have no clue where Kess is. At least, for now. I'm going to get a pill for this sore head and when I am calmer, I will go and finish up resupplying. I do not really mind who it is who gets those fuel rods, but someone had better do it, or we'll need to get out and push pretty soon."

Odette started to walk back to the ship. She was not in a good mood.
Cassandra Wilson
 Cook, 32 posts
Tue 21 Nov 2017
at 01:32
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   Cassie's datapad beeped at her.  She checked it to find that someone had come in through the Medical airlock.  Since she was the security type on duty, she slung her shotgun and went to see what had happened.

(to Medical)
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 25 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Tue 21 Nov 2017
at 13:47
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[Bridge]

Having been escorted to the bridge by the man whom he was now guessing was called Sully, Gus sat in front of a limited access console to go over maintenance records.  The records looked good except for the fact that the environmental systems hadn't had any updates recorded for more than a few months.  This was not a good sign.

There were very regular and expected reports on engine maintenance and efficiency readings, logic core diagnostics, hull inspections, patched leaks, and even a galley inspection noted, but nothing recent on environmental.  He could see that things weren't in bad shape but they certainly weren't in good shape.  Which probably explained the smell he was picking up on.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 92 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Tue 21 Nov 2017
at 17:45
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Sully sat back in his beaten leather pilot's chair and scrolled through passenger requests on a dataslate that hung suspended from an extended arm attached to the ceiling. As he did so, he muttered a conversation half to himself and half to DASH.

"Alabaster Korgan...guy seems to have the money for wherever we'd take him...DASH, run a check on him, see if there're any red flags...He did how many years for what?! Hell no, not on my ship..."

After some minutes of this, he remembered his guest.
 "Mr. Gorstag, do you have any concerns or questions?"
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 26 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Wed 22 Nov 2017
at 14:07
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"I'm a little concerned that there aren't any recent entries for maintenance or status of the environmental systems," Gus replied to Sully, as he swiveled his chair to address the man.

"Could I take a first hand look around the environmental section?"

He wasn't sure if this was a red flag or not.  The rest of the ship seemed to be getting regular maintenance and they had mentioned that the previous engineer was being relieved for cause.  He'd really need to take a look and then discuss expectations and resources.
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 93 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 06:04
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"Sure thing." Sully lifted himself out of the beaten old veteran of a leather chair he called the helm seat, stretched and walked out the door, saying as he did, "DASH, go through all the passenger requests on the Yukon Gypsy and give me a list of all those without records of violent crimes or anything related to space piracy."

  He motioned to Gus to follow him, and as they walked to Life Systems, said, "The reason there aren't any recent entries for the enviro systems is pretty simple. The previous holder of the position it so far looks like you're almost overqualified to fill did not actually do his damn job. He did, however, make one beaut of an illegal distillery."
Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 92 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Sun 26 Nov 2017
at 22:08
[CHAPTER 2] Gypsy In My Soul
Their business concluded Kessar returned to the boat. He headed for the bridge while the Captain returned to her quarters. He walked into Sully's strange wood paneled domain. "Sully, we got anything happenin"
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 27 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 13:54
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As soon as the hatch to the Life Systems bay slid aside, Gus agreed that the previous engineer hadn't been doing his job.  Only half the planting modules were full and even those looked like they'd gone to seed and overgrown months ago.  One of the overhead lighting panels and three of the floor panels winked randomly on and off with an annoying buzz.  The fish in the central pillar were small and overstocked in a cloud of algae choked stale water.

He did, however, see that beyond the maintenance aspect of the fish and plants, the equipment was not irredeemable.  He'd have to take a look at the pumps and power consumption, but this didn't look like anything he couldn't recover from.

"I can see what you're saying about your last engineer," Gus said as he walked around the perimeter touching the plants and looking over the various readouts.  "I'll need to take a look underneath to see about pump leaks and inventory."

He straightened up from a bank of desultory spinach plants and turned back to Sully.  "If it's all right, give me an hour to look around and I'll let you know whether I'm interested."
Solomon MacMillan
 First Officer, 95 posts
 Goes by "Sully"
 HOLD FAST
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 17:08
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Sully nodded to Gus.
  "I'll come get you when you're time's up, or you can hit this button here," indicating a comms panel on the wall, "and ask our AI DASH to patch you through to me. I've gotta run, I still gotta go through these berth requests."

 MacMillan walked back to the bridge, addressing DASH once he was sure he was out of earshot of Life Systems.
  "DASH, we have cams in Life Systems yeah?"

That is affirmative, however they are nonfunctional due to lack of maintenance.

  "Alright, well send a bot to survey our guest. Make sure he doesn't tamper with anything vital and if he asks why it's there, say it's been sent to offer assistance and answer questions."

Acknowledged.

"Oh, and bring up that list of passengers on the bridge slate."

acknowledged.

  With that, he walked into the bridge and saw Kess. A longtime shipmate, this, and the two were fairly comfortable around each other.
"Hey man, where've you been ? Gomolka got his face rearranged."
Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 94 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 17:16
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Kessar had been looking over the listing of possible passengers when Sully returned. "I was keeping an eye on the Captain," and then grumbled, "I can't keep an eye on everyone. You guys should have taken Cassie with you."

He pointed out a block of passengers, "These are settlers for G'Luptha Minor. It is a short run, it is a moon for a Gas giant that is only five days from the jump gate. The whole lot could go in the cargo bay, and we could take on what a dozen more?"

He nodded, "Anyway, does France need me or did the bot handle him? Also just so you know, Odette and I will be off ship this evening. We may not return tonight..." he went red at his own admission, "so no worries, ok? Anything else?"

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Cassandra Wilson
 Cook, 38 posts
Tue 28 Nov 2017
at 03:00
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(from Infirmary)

   Cassie looked around the ship until she found Kess.  She didn't wait until he was finished with what he was doing.  Cassie interrupted, "Doc, you got a real medical emergency in the Infirmary.  It's France.  He took a hit to the face, but that isn't the problem.  I ain't a Doctor, but I know what a punch to the face does and what's happening to France isn't it."
Kessar Cindull
 Medical, 95 posts
 Ex-Pilot Rescue Force
 Surly and Sarcastic
Tue 28 Nov 2017
at 14:23
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Kessar said with sourness, "Hello to you as well, Cassandra. I'm not a doctor either, at best I'm a corpsman, but indeed I'll take a look..."

[Infirmary]

Minutes later he was over France, waving a light in his eyes. "It is a concussion." He took out a metal headband from one of the drawer and slid it onto France's noggin. "He will have to stay here the night." Kessar made some adjustments with an interface pad and then to the droid. "He can return to light duty tomorrow and full duty the day after."

He took out a bottle of whiskey, "If he grumbles give in one shot of this, only one. If he tries to leave, use a taser on lowest setting to stun him. LOWEST SETTING," he shouted at the medical droid, then to Cassandra, "Just check in every so often, Odette and I won't be here," he does not elaborate further, perhaps he doesn't have to.
Gus Gorstag
 Environmental, 30 posts
 Environmental Engineer
Wed 29 Nov 2017
at 13:54
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[Life Systems]

Gus looked around and took a deep breath in the now empty Life Systems bay.  The flickering panels declaring their independence from conformity mocked him.  He let out the breath and reminded himself that he wasn't here to fix anything, just evaluate whether it was a job he wanted to take on.

He had to keep reminding himself of that because another part of his brain was reminding himself that he really didn't have much of a choice.  If he wanted to get off station, this could be his only ticket out for quite some time.

He slid out of his suit jacket and carefully unknotted his tie before tucking it into a jacket pocket.

"First things first," he said to the empty space as he began stalking his quarry.  "Figure out where that hum is coming from."