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Legacy: Chapter One

Post by Poetic Ghost » Sun Jan 05, 2020 8:45 am

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When I was just a girl, I used to stare into the night sky and wonder if someone was staring back...
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"So, show me the list again, won't you Serah?"

Galen Khan

"A boy genius? Built his own AMP and he's not even twenty... is there any question?" James said, setting down the file and taking a sip from his glass. A pair of ice-cubes floated lazily in the liquor, clinking lightly as they collided.
"I'd agree with you, but the kid has the ego of a small planet, not exactly a team player." Serah said with a roll of her eyes.
"His IQ covers his arrogance, for now I believe." James replied. "If he gets too mouthy, we could always space him." James shrugged.
"James! You wouldn't... would you?"
Akari just laughed and flipped grabbed the next file, one that looked more like a rap sheet than a military profile.

Roy Mclean

"Uh.. Serah? Are you sure this guy is on the right list?" James gave her an uncertain look.
She waved it off and spoke. "Roy Mclean, age 25, former convict... yep, added this one myself. Got him on loan from Integrated Robotics Corp. for one hell of a good deal."
"I mean, the guy was born in the Federation, dad was a Soviet scientist, used to be a bruiser in the criminal underground... this guy seems more fit for search and destroy rather than rescue." Akari replied.
"Well, he seems stable enough, and they even sent us a tracker and remote, in case he runs and we have to shock him." Serah placed the remote key on the table.
James gave it a long look, then back to her, and then back to the key. "Fine, we'll take him on. But he doesn't get a gun!"
"That won't be a problem actually. He hates firearms, not quite sure why..."
"How convenient." James mumbled.

Revelation Namoor

"This is a special one, she came to us." Serah handed James the folder.
"Wait... I know this psycho, she's got a pretty big death wish... but she's a good soldier and she gets results." James said. "She's got my vote of approval."
"Who is this girl? An old flame come back for another chance at love, soldier boy?" Serah teased, flipping his hair with her hand.
James chuckled unenthusiastically and spoke back. "We fought together, shared a few drinks. I thought she was half-crazy. Cute, but still crazy."
"Maybe she's got a crush, that's why she came all this way to see you." Serah jabbed his side as she moved across the room for another drink.
"Maybe you're just jealous-"
James only made it halfway through his sentence before he was doused in liquor and handed another file.

Dr. Alia Asai

"A medic! Just what we need." James said. "Let's see here... licensed medical professional, combat experience, AMP pilot... and her psych profile seems stable, making her the weird one among our team so far."
"Her mech is designed for medical purposes, I haven't seen any like it. It'll definitely give us an edge in armored combat." Serah added.
"Good point, we'll give her full access to the med-bay... and we'll set her up in the 'nice' quarters." James said.
"Might I ask why?" Serah asked.
"Keep the doc' happy, well-rested, and well supplied and we'll all stay alive."

Kitana “Kit” Xylia Zahara

"Cascading Vale... I fought alongside some of their troops once, they're one of the best fighting forces I've seen." James said as he eyed over Kit's file. "Explosives and incendiary specialist, you can always use a couple of those." James added, "especially with skills like her's."
"James, are you serious? An explosives expert on a search and rescue mission?" Serah shook her head and took another drink.
"She's not some pyromaniac, she's a professional, she has standards... I think." James gave her the most reassuring smile he could muster.
Serah clicked her tongue. "Alright, fine. But if she burns down anything important, it's coming out of your pay."
"I'm looking forward to it." He smiled.
"Well, that's it." Serah finished.

James put down his drink and sputtered. "W-wait wait… that's it?!"

The duo were silent, for only a moment before James sighed. "We're screwed, aren't we?"

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Back among the stars, right where I belong...

The Valiance dropped out of subspace with a deep resonation that the soldier had heard a hundred times before, signaling his arrival upon a new world. James looked out among the cosmic glow of the galaxy and sipped his coffee. It had been nearly a week since he was discharged from the medical station, and although his bandages were gone, he could still feel the ache and tight pinch in his shoulder that reminded him: I’m getting old, can’t take too many more hits like that. James let out a long sigh as he set down the coffee and looked over the list of names again.

Khan, McLean, Namoor, Asai, Zahara...

He’d personally poured over dozens of profiles, countless names of mercenaries and specialists and various rogues. But now he was certain of these five, he knew they’d be more than capable for this mission. He had almost no idea what they were going up against, and from what he could tell, that meant it was best to have all bases covered when it came to security and skill. They were a mixed group, that was sure. They'd been collected from all over the galaxy. Republia, The Federation, Cascading Vale, and some people with no world to call a home, just Spacers who found home among the stars. He could only hope that they'd get along.

The intercom in his room crackled, and the familiar voice of Serah came through, only a little fuzzy from the static. "James? You up?"

James planted his hand on the wall and spoke into the microphone, his grogginess was still wearing off. “Yeah, I’m up. I wanted to watch us drop in, do you something?”

“I need to have a word with you before we brief the team, meet me on the bridge.” Serah replied as James slipped his arms into his holster and carefully wrapped his coat around his aching shoulders. He was about halfway up the zipper before the intercom sounded again and Serah added, “...and bring coffee too, please.”

James couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he left his quarters and made his way to the bridge, cups in hand. It wasn’t a huge ship, but it was more than big enough for this team. With a full med-bay, a hangar large enough to house the team’s AMPs, and a recreational room (with a complimentary stocked bar) for the crew to relax and entertain themselves during the trip to Threshold. Whether or not they got to know their crewmates, or even bother to learn their names was entirely up to them individually.

James passed their rooms, and offered a warm "good morning" to whoever was up as he made his way to the bridge. As he arrived, he found Serah already pacing from a lack of morning caffeine. "Mornin' Captain." James said with a smile as he set her mug down on the holo-display table in the middle of the bridge. She turned as she heard the 'clink' of the cup and smiled with a sigh.

"Good morning, Sergeant. You're a lifesaver." She said as she sipped from her cup and powered up the table with her fingers.

"So I've been told," James replied and looked down at the display. "So, what's the situation?"

Serah pulled up a holographic render of the planet, Threshold. "We've arrived, we need to brief the team." Serah crackled the knuckled on her free hand, James could tell she was stressed. "Give them a wake up call, and we'll meet up here to brief in a few minutes" she added.

James obliged, and started an all-call across The Valiance.

"Good morning team, for those of you who haven't looked out the window, I'd like to welcome you to our destination. Threshold..."

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"Don't worry, we've got parkas and hot coffee in the rec room. In a few minutes I'd like to invite all crew to the bridge for a briefing and... surprise! Breakfast! So sort yourselves out and I'll see you soon, Akari out!... is this thing still on?.. Serah how do I-"


With that informal message from the team's leader, the crew could make their way to the bridge for their briefing, or do whatever activities they thought were needed before the meeting. It was prime time to introduce yourselves if you hadn't already.


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It had been nearly fifteen hours since Aurora had spoken to Dr. Hera Tao...

Fifteen hours since she had spoken to anyone from the Research and Development station, and still... nothing. No response from the installation, no attempts to reconnect from the Research station, and no personnel either. It was like it didn't even exist, out in the ice and snow. But it did, and it was in trouble. Aurora knew, any one on the planet knew that something bad was happening across the ice flats.

The last group that came back was a security team, only four members including their wounded comrade. The team left as soon as they arrived, dropping off the man in the medbay, asking the android to watch him until they returned, and grabbing all the munitions they could from the security office before they climbed back into their transport and started off towards the Research and Development station. They didn't say what exactly had happened at the second station, only that they needed to go back and 'finish it'.

Aurora was alone, for the most part. While she retained contact with the ship above, the freighter Pandora's Bounty had kept contact in the past few hours, there was still a desolate feeling sweeping through The Hub. To her knowledge (which, on this world was nearly limitless) there were only two other crew members with her, but only the engineer, Estelle was on her feet. The soldier, Leon was still in the medbay, bandaged and unresponsive. But he was stable, and that was what was important.

Being one of the only remaining members of planet side administration, her hands and ears were full. Her headset was a blur of messages and alerts from the station's systems and the orbiting freighter demanding moment-by-moment updates on a situation she lacked the information to fully understand. Yet, this wasn't straining on the android's mind, she wasn't anywhere near her processing limit.

Just as she checked and forwarded what little communications data she had to the ship's administrative AI, she heard a new alert, the door to the control room. As she answered it, Aurora was greeted by the face of Estelle Katsopolis, her usual demeanor seemed more rushed, tense... maybe even afraid. "Aurora! Thank god, I thought I was alone..." Estelle planted her hands on Aurora's shoulders, in her right she clutched a large wrench. "I heard a crash in the med-lab... I-I-I didn't know if it was that guy or something else... I know I should've checked but..." She was shaking, her heartrate was spiking. "Pl-please come with me..."

Another bang echoed from med-bay, and Estelle shivered in the android's arms.
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And with that, this is Legacy: Chapter One. For those of you who haven't been in my RPs before, this first section is a bit of a free-roam period, where you can interact with your fellow players and NPCs (Akari and Serah) before we get into the mission stuff. There will be time later for more of this, but I wanted to give you time right off the bat for those of you on the ship to get to interact before landing on Threshold. Akari is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for his BCFs (best comrades forever) and would happily take requests, while Serah is enjoying a coffee as she walks the ship. Feel free to interact with them as you want, or not if you're a big stinky meanie.


A few things to keep in mind.

- Baneful Melody's character, Aurora, is already on Threshold in "The Hub", the main installation on this planet. She has some info already about this situation.

- The entire RP will not be on this planet, but this section starts here and will be a bit more narrative driven rather than free-roam, but there will be a mix of both.

- Your AMPs are docked in the hangar on The Valiance, you do have access to them and you will be able to drive them once you land.

- Please don't be a big stinky meanie, cuz derailing an RP is not cool.

- Quirbles will arrive in his own time, do not fret! You will all have a piece of the Big Q.
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Post by BanefulMelody » Mon Jan 06, 2020 11:02 pm

It was a natural thing, to worry.

Not just natural. Ingrained. She was designed to care for her associates, designed to care about their safety, and this situation didn't really bode well for that sort of thing. No, it was, upon constant analysis and re-analysis, decidedly unsafe, and despite the lack of evidence towards what that threat might be - or maybe partially because of it - worrying was totally expected. Fear of the unknown was a thing, right? She was used to understanding, at least on a surface level, everything that happened at Threshold, yet here she was lacking any information, order, or direction.

That wasn't why she was worried, though, and why she was worried about worrying. Was it possible to worry about being worried? No, her worry was a very unique thing, greater than any protocol she knew about, possibly detrimental to her mission. She was worried about Dr. Tao. More worried about Dr. Tao, she might add, than about anyone else involved with the research station, or about the situation as a whole. That was why she was worried - about worrying.

It almost made her want to laugh, if she weren't so worried.

At present, three of her processes were devoted to keeping in contact with the ship above, two on attempting to reestablish communication with the research facility, five with maintaining the main hub, and a whopping ten in constant debate of Dr. Hao's location, well-being, possibilities unfounded, eating up her attention to the point of just - just wanting to go to the research facility herself, just to shut her head up. Of course, she couldn't do that. It wasn't her duty. Her duty was here. Her duty was to wait.

The communications android reclined at her desk, forwarding a new update on the situation - if it could even be called an update - when an alert caught her attention. Someone was at the door. Welcome for the distraction, welcome for anything to force her out of her own head, Aurora rose from the chair, opening the entrance with her data pad as she approached.

"Do we have any new - oh!" Quick flicker, registry call. Estelle Katsopolis. Mechanic, maintenance, currently rambling non-stop. The android listened intently, cutting half of her rogue routines from worry to focus on the woman in front of her, focus on her emotional state. Panicked. She'd heard a noise from the medical bay, but the current stress of the situation left her tense, high strung, unwilling to take risks. Aurora pulled the woman into a tight hug. Contact was beneficial, during panic - both closeness and emotional reassurance.

"Shhh, it's gonna be alright," Aurora muttered, splitting away two more processes to check the hub's sensors and cameras. There was doubtless anything wrong. She would have noticed - though, she had been distracted. If there was anything wrong, it was her fault for missing it. "Don't worry. It's probably nothing. Let's go check it out, okay?"

She pulled away from the woman, grabbing her scanner off her desk and priming it to fire. Non-lethal, thankfully. Aurora wasn't very fond of any guns - too loud, too dangerous, too much of a risk for her to trust herself with - but the worst the scanner could do was knock someone out for a bit. Reaching out for the woman's hand, holding the tool in the other, she offered a quick smile.

"Stay behind me, just in case. I won't let you get hurt." The security man, Leon, was in the medbay. He could be the source of the noise - or he could be the target. Aurora paused. "I won't let anyone get hurt."

And with that, she was off.

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Post by AnonymousGhost » Wed Jan 08, 2020 1:53 am

Revelation sat on the edge of the bed in her designated quarters aboard the Valiance, studying the spacious hangar via the optic link between her suit and Flashpoint. Her helmet’s visor displayed the environment around her AMP, as well as some data concerning heat signatures and discernible specs on the other AMPs nearby. They were marvelous! Different builds, different weapons, different specializations—almost as if the machines were a species all their own, complete with various genetic characteristics indicative of the region they were born in. Revelation was eager to see each of them in action, pilots included.

As if on cue, Akari’s voice crackled over the speakers, welcoming the crew to their destination and inviting them to a briefing and breakfast (a mercenary’s b&b, if you will).

The crew.

An anxious knot formed in the pit of Revelation’s stomach. She preferred at least a couple week’s recon on a subject before interacting with them, but here she was going in completely blind. Well…except for Akari—but he barely counted. Their one encounter felt like ages ago and a single meeting was no basis for an adequate assessment. Was he a friend? No, she didn’t know him near well enough. Ally? That still remained to be seen. An individual with a goal in common with her? Perhaps that was the most accurate description. Either way, somehow, it was both reassuring and nerve-racking to have a vaguely familiar face within the crew. Now there was an expectation of her performance on this mission because of their past run-in. Disappointing the crew was not an option. Especially since disappointment likely meant death and she preferred to live through this.

Unfortunately, it seemed the crew was as nebulous as their mission. Revelation wished—not for the first time—that invisibility was a Zetarian trait. If she could just observe, unseen and unheard, until she felt comfortable enough to appear. She balled her hands into fists, irritated with herself. Worrying about it wouldn’t fix the situation. The only way to evaluate the crew was to walk into the proverbial lion’s den. This lion’s den had coffee and food, though, so at least there was that to look forward to.

Tapping the sensor implanted in her neck, Revelation retracted the helmet into the collar of her suit. Her ebony hair was pinned back in a braided crown, revealing both her inky black eyes and distinctly pointed ears. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself off the bed. She stood at the door to her quarters for a good minute, psyching herself up for the awkward interactions that were sure to ensue, before entering the hallway and making her way towards the tantalizing scent of freshly made (or freshly microwaved) food.

Revelation strolled along the passageway, gazing in quiet awe at the inner workings of the Valiance. While she was no grease monkey (a term her human father had taught her which, as she understood it, was a word for an individual especially inclined to mechanical prowess), she could still appreciate the intricacies of a well-made machine. She gently ran her hand along the wall as she went, trying to feel the deep rumble of all its running processes. She was mildly amused by the similar hue between her skin and the Valiance's metal structure. As she thought about the nuts and bolts of it all, her mind wandered back to Flashpoint, standing silent watch in the hangar, and Revelation felt a twinge of homesickness. She supposed her AMP was, for all intents and purposes, her home; she’d spent more time in its cockpit than on Zetari itself. A gut-twisting, boiling rage she was all too familiar with began to claw its way up her throat. Revelation had to actively force it back down into the little box she afforded such emotions. This was not the time nor the place.

She came back to herself as she entered the kitchen, coming to an abrupt halt when she spotted Akari.

“Here we go,” Revelation muttered in her native tongue. She flashed Akari what she hoped was a friendly smile (she’d been told that her eyes being entirely black could cause even the friendliest of expressions to be off-putting) and began to explore the kitchen. Having a bit of a sweet tooth, she knew she’d want to add a bit more sugar to whatever constituted “breakfast” here, so she proceeded to open cabinet after cabinet in search of it. After a few tries, she found a jar of sugar in a cabinet…out of her reach.

Being a cutthroat mercenary afforded one a formidable, intimidating reputation. The title insinuated dark, violent tendencies that should be both respected and feared, with power comparable to that of a mystical entity or harbinger of death… Revelation felt like neither as she climbed onto the kitchen counter in order to reach the sugar jar that sat so condescendingly high on the top shelf. She grabbed her sweet prize and, remaining perched on the countertop, turned back around to Akari.

“What’s on the menu?” She asked. “Can I put extra sugar in mine?”
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Post by illirica » Wed Jan 08, 2020 8:04 pm

Are you sure about this?

Alia had lost track of the number of times she had asked herself that very question so far this morning. Of course, part of that was that she was still half on the schedule from Ekaterin IV, and her internal clock was sixteen hours off. She'd been quite wide awake at three thirty in the morning, local time - which had left a great deal of time to be contemplating that one question ad infinitum.

Truthfully, the answer was that she wasn't. She'd seen at least brief synopses of the crew manifest, medical files passed on in case there were any pre-existing conditions she needed to be aware of before performing surgical interventions, and a lot of them seemed like... how to say it? Interesting characters. They were definitely interesting characters. She had met plenty of interesting characters in her life, but she'd never signed on to a team before. She'd always been... peripheral.

Generally, that was the best place to be, as a doctor. Signing up for a team meant things like loyalty - which was all well and good when one was talking about being true to one's friends, but less good when it came to Alia's oaths as a doctor.

To give aid, where aid is needed.

No, they'd all be quite enthusiastic about the idea of having a doctor on board to treat their injuries, especially during combat - but Alia did not think they would be nearly as excited about her intentions to treat anyone else's injuries either - particularly in combat. She sighed, and considered the last half centimeter of the cup of coffee she'd allowed herself to get an hour ago with the understanding that she wasn't going to get back to sleep no matter what she tried.

The coffee, despite being better than she'd expected, held no answers. It held caffeine, though, which was at least a sort of answer, at least if she was going to run the entire day on as little sleep as she'd gotten. The callscreen flickered to life before she could begin to contemplate the question of whether to drink the tepid last half-centimeter or pour it out and start anew - an invitation from their leader, with imagery of their next port of call.

It looked, if anything, colder than the remnants of her coffee. Alia frowned to herself - she'd have to add hypothermia countermeasures to her standard equipment in much greater supply than she usually took. A cracked cockpit and exposure to those elements would be a lot more dangerous than something on a world where it was in the balmy mid-20s. As someone who was likely to be spending a lot of time hopping in and out of cockpits, that went double for Alia herself. She had thermal gear, but good thermal gloves were hard to operate in.

Ah, well. The invitation to the bridge wasn't as surprising as Akari seemed to think it would be, although breakfast would be quite welcome, especially since her body seemed to think breakfast should have been about four hours ago. It hadn't been bothering her - she was a doctor, after all, and strange shifts were just part of the experience - but now that he mentioned it, she realized she was actually fairly hungry.

There'd likely be more coffee, as well.

Alia made her way to the bridge, finding she was pre-empted not just by Akari himself, but by the diminutive half-Zetarian as well. Revelation, a bit of a strange choice of name as far as Alia was concerned, but to each their own. The woman had already laid claim to the sugar jar, and Alia figured this likely wasn't a good time for a discussion on the health detriments of too much sucrose in one's diet.

"Good morning," she offered instead, "Nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Asai."

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Post by kotetsu » Thu Jan 09, 2020 6:12 am

Four walls, a comfortable enough bed, door that he was allowed to open himself, various other amenities... honestly he could do worse compared to what he’s been through before. That was no reason to start letting himself get soft. He started what he could best estimate was a morning set of pushups after crawling out of bed. As he got to work the conversation that happened before he came here played over in his head.

“So, we’re clear on the details right Roy?”

“Play nice with the military and don’t break anything expensive, and I get some more time shaved off my sentence. What is there not to get Philly?” Roy replied.

“I’m sure you get it on paper but you’re tone is worrying me.” Pacing under the glow of the dully lit room, the man consulting Roy stares him down through his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose for emphasis.

“I get it, you couldn’t scramble my brains like the rest of the test subjects so you…”

“Mr. McLean this is serious!” he raises his voice. “The risk involved in…”

The table Roy was sitting at slides across the room. He stands up and places himself mere inches away from the company official. Though much shorter in stature, knowing the man’s history was enough to intimidate him being this close.

“I’m always bloody serious mate. Now you just let me do what I do best and go to bed tonight thinking about…”

The sound of a voice over the intercom interrupts the sort of daydream that he was having. It was the voice of his superior calling out for everyone to meet in the rec room. Not necessarily in any hurry, he finishes his set as the message ends. Letting himself out of his room was something new to him as of late anyways. Even in the custody of IRC he had a lock on the outside of his quarters and was on occasion moved from room to room in cuffs. It seemed a little excessive given the remote control taser under his skin, yet his own ego told him that he couldn’t say he blamed them.

“Well, chow time boys…” he said as he looked around. “Oh right.”

He let out a chuckle as he pulled on a tank top, slacks, and shoes and unlatched the door for himself. The view of the planet they had just arrived at was of little concerned to him, he left without even looking out the window. Having gained a vague recollection of where the mess hall was from a stuttering and slightly nervous crew member who initially showed him to his room in the first place, he proceeded. For the short amount of time he had been on this ship he’d mostly confined himself to his quarters, only leaving when absolutely necessary. That would have to change soon.

One or two wrong turns later he found himself trailing behind a blonde who he could of swore he saw somewhere on the ship before, maybe part of his new team, he didn’t exactly remember. Either way he was just far away enough to go unnoticed and not be expected to socialize. Spotting Sergeant Akari already in the room ahead of them over her shoulder he could tell he was at least on the right track regardless, further confirmed when she entered ahead of him and introduced herself.

“Pleasure to me ya doc…” he said as he walked into the room rather unceremoniously.

He gives a nod to James, the only person in the room whose name and face he was at least familiar with. From there Roy picks out a chair at random, turning it around and sitting at it with his arms crossed over the top of the back rest. He’d take note of the little one climbing the counter but not pay her much mind, uncertain of her role or importance at the moment.
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Post by UmbraSight » Fri Jan 10, 2020 5:32 pm

Kit was certain she could set the Valliance on fire.

A jog around the ship had confirmed her thoughts from the night prior, it would be an absolute pain to accomplish, but not impossible. Like any ship worth a lick of salt the bulkheads were well placed, the partitions seemed the standard ‘drop these in the event of a hull breach and maybe we won’t all die’ but what military ship didn’t have those? No, the interesting thing was how ventilation seemed to be handled. Take your average fly by night cargo barge from any company you fancy and you are just as likely to knock yourself silly on an exposed oxygen pipe as you are to trip on a bundle of wires from some long ago system bypass. Burst a pipe in the right place and it would go up in a flash. Here?

Wires behind paneling meant to resist gunfire, oxygen pipelines behind proper vents that could shutter, secondary vents to draw oxygen out of a partition in the event of a fire, so, a pain. She’d need detailed ship schematics to get a feel for the flow of the systems, start fires in areas where they couldn’t be easily contained, the hangar bay would have fuel to spare with the AMPs stowed away there, the kitchen and common spaces linked with enough of the ship that they would allow for the quickest spread. Damage some of the partitions before they are able to drop and the blaze would have time to sink into the bones of the ship. Not easy, but possible.

Kit slowed as she neared her room, dabbing her forehead with the sleeve of her jacket as the door slid smoothly open. She breezed through the remainder of her morning routine, some quick cool-down stretches, a lukewarm shower, and she was finished dressing by the time the announcement played overhead. A glance out the window confirmed what she had already heard, a world of white and cool blues hovered below, Threshold.

Perhaps she should pack from campfire equipment.

With the promise of coffee lingering in the air Kit stepped out of her room and made her way to the rec room at a brisk walk.

A crowd had already gathered by the time she arrived. Akari and Serah at the stove, that one short merc with the odd name - Retaliation was it? It was something like that - was sitting on the counter with a pitcher or sugar, the good doctor had also come for the coffee it seemed, and the big guy who looked like they had just borrowed off the nearest prison barge.

“Mornin’” Kit said with a lazy wave as she passed through the threshold into the room. She made a b-line for the coffee machine, pleasantries would be much more tolerable after in any event. She snagged a cup as she moved and gave it a once over as she neared the machine. Didn’t look used.

She paused however as she caught a whiff of the coffee and turned to look at James, her brow knit.

“You draggin’ out the good stuff to try to butter us up? Because that definitely doesn’t smell synthetic.”
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Sun Jan 12, 2020 8:53 am

James stacked the twelfth pancake on the stack and looked about the crew who had gathered in the kitchen. They seemed to be getting along well enough... so far. By that of course he meant no one had threatened anyone, made a jab at their homeworld, or challenged a teammate to a competition that would surely start Dr. Asai's work early. He almost smiled. The Zetarian, Revelation, was the first to talk to him.

"Anything you'd like, Miss Namoor." He said with a laugh as he pulled the sugar down from a secured cupboard and set it down on the counter. "I've got pancakes already, and bacon on the way. But feel free to place an order." James added as he looked over to the others entering the room and shot a salute their wave. "Morning, Doctor. Just made a new pot of coffee if you need it." James lifted nicely sized pot of coffee from a machine to his left and set it down on the main table, on a correctly sized coaster of course.

The con came in a few minutes later without a word to him, just a greeting to Asai before he plopped down in a chair behind him. Of course, Akari made a note of addressing him. "Morning Mr. Mclean, I've got plenty of good food over here if you want some." His tone was friendly, not too warm and cheery, but the kind of friendly where Roy could maybe glean that James wasn't about to zap him anytime soon.

As Lieutenant Zahara entered and pointed out that James was indeed cooking with the 'real deal' he smiled and spoke, "I can promise you, Republia spared no expense on this mission, at my request of course. I wanted to make sure my team had a breakfast for champions before we get planet-side, I've got no idea what those scientists are eating down there." James said proudly, before chuckling and setting a plate of bacon on the table.

"Oh, and Lieutenant, if I could have a quick word with you before breakfast, that would be great." James said, taking off his apron and draping it over his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble."

"And hey, Revelation? Can you watch these eggs for a sec?"

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Estelle quickly took the android's hand, and took a deep breath, centering herself. "Okay... I believe you." She smiled back the best she could as they began to make their way towards the medical bay. At first, there was nothing to be heard, only the soft humming sound of the atmospheric conditioner unit as it regulated the heat within the facility and the soft impact of their feet against the smooth, once reflective floor.

The station was now manned by a 'skeleton crew' as an industry professional would call it, but it could barely be considered that with only Aurora, Estelle, and the security team that had now vanished across the ice flats to the Research and Development station. They could've been called a ghost crew, just enough to fill the halls with echoes, but not enough to give any semblance of life to the already dying station.

As they rounded a hallway corner, one that held a sign that read: MEDBAY => The air became nearly silent, even the hum of station subsystems was mysteriously void. Aurora could almost hear the whirling of her mechanisms and the soft rotation of her cooling unit within her synthetic brain as they stopped in their tracks for just a moment.

"There's nothing... just, nothing..." Estelle spoke slowly, whispering as if someone was listening. But who? Who in this frozen prison? He held Aurora's hand tighter as they stepped closer to the double doors to the med-bay, wrench in hand and jaw locked tight. Before they got halfway down the hall, Estelle stopped her. "Aurora, I don't know if we-"

The engineer was cutoff by a scream, a most violent and painful scream muffled by the metal doors. Aurora could tell the following: Male, pained, terrified, and most definitely wounded. A loud banging followed, and the smashing of glass not long after, before a muffled cry for help echoed as far as it could through the blast doors. Estelle froze up and gripped the wrench harder and harder until her knuckles turned white and the paint began to chip and rub into her palms. "Aurora... I-I.."

Someone was being hurt, badly. If something wasn't done soon, it would only get worse.
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Post by AnonymousGhost » Sun Jan 12, 2020 10:33 pm

Revelation eyed each of the newcomers as they filed into the kitchen; there was a doctor, a man who smelled of prison, and a woman who appeared a combination of flesh and technology. The crew was already proving to be an interesting bunch. Both women greeted the room as they entered. The man was less forthcoming. Akari afforded them all an equal welcome, though, before requesting a private word with the flesh-tech lieutenant and putting Revelation in charge of the eggs.

“Sure,” was her simple response.

She dropped from the countertop with practiced grace. With a respectful dip of her head, she greeted Dr. Asai: “Eless Asai.”

Whether the man was anti-social or just not a morning person, Revelation didn’t know, and she wasn’t going to press her luck so early on. She turned her head towards him so as to acknowledge his presence, but said nothing. She then grabbed a pancake, rolled it up, dipped it in the sugar, and took up position in front of the stove to watch the eggs.
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Post by UmbraSight » Mon Jan 13, 2020 4:45 am

Her eyebrow quirked, but she smiled all the same. It was definitely a joke, but, in all her life Kit had learned a simple lesson, if someone mentioned that she wasn't in trouble then in all likelihood she was. Which would be strange if only because she hadn’t yet done anything. Smart money would be a tête-à-tête about the intricacies of joint military operations or somesuch. Or perhaps something else, how exciting!

“You got it Chief,” Kit said, picking the coffee pot up off the counter and topping off her cup. A good amount of steam, a wonderful aroma. She’d need a thermos of this planet side. She took a sip of the liquid gold and tipped her head in the direction of the hallway. “Lead on before our friend there starts adding sugar to the eggs.”
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Post by Poetic Ghost » Mon Jan 13, 2020 5:23 am

"10-4, Lieutenant." James replied as he led Kit towards the hall, not too far away, but just far enough for the two to have a conversation without any unintentional eavesdropping. He grabbed his coffee mug off the counter as he left, half full but he knew he wasn't going to be too long.

The Valiance wasn't an enormous ship, it would've needed a far larger crew if it did. It's classification was officially Interceptor, but with the proper modifications it was now a rapid-response ship for teams of AMP pilots to make landfall without kicking up too much dust beforehand. She was roughly a kilometer and a quarter long, and about two-hundred meters wide, including the heavily armored hull. Most of the ship's size came from the AMP Bay, which at it's maximum could hold almost two dozen mechs, provided they were all roughly the same size.

As they went into the hall, James took a sip of the wonderful brew and sighed. "You know, Kit, I'm only a Sergeant." He offered a half smile leaned against the hallway wall. "You technically outrank me, even if we are from different militaries. Since on a joint operation the senior officer does have immediate command." James added.

"Now, this isn't exactly a joint operation. I mean, we aren't on assignment or a true military op', but still..." James took another sip of the steaming coffee. "I have to be honest with you, and you being a professional... I would like to believe... should understand when I say that we don't have a whole lot of info about what is going on down there." James said. "So, being the resident pyromaniac onboard, feel free to pack whatever ordinance you want down there. For you, and only you, I'm calling weapons free if we run into hostiles. I know you'll make the right call."

I hope...

"That is also, why I'd like to ask you if you could be my second-in-command." James added, trying to stay casual. "You won't have to suck up or do paperwork, I'd just like to ask if you could take charge if I... ya know, can't or something."

That's when the little seed of self-consciousness dug into his brain and his mind just started melting from the anxiety. Why don't you ask her to read your eulogy while you're at it, Akari? You big idiot... it's like you're in flight academy all over again, stupid washout.
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