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Post by VirtueNco on May 14, 2016 9:39:11 GMT
"Unless we are willing to settle down into a world that is our prison, we must be ready to move beyond Earth." -Isaac Asimov
The inky blackness of the universe spread out infinitely in all directions outside the viewplate of the Pioneer Transport Cruiser Wayward Spear's bridge. The shining plate of the upper hull, stretching out from below the spine-like command structure, reflected nothing but the many bright lights that illuminated the ship's metallic exterior. Captain Davinter Ecellos, accustomed to this view after years of his long life spent among the stars, sighed. When he was younger, space had intrigued him, the inherent beauty presented by the unknown leaving his curious mind marvelling, but since the void had become more or less his permanent home, it had slowly begun losing its charm. The lack of notability in any direction left him tired, yearning for something interesting to cross his eyes. The Spear, an Arrowhead-class vessel designed for long journeys and a small, specialised crew, was not by a long shot the largest craft Ecellos had served on. He had seen, from one crew role or another, the interiors of grand warships and flagships of the United Humanity fleet, of cargo barges made to haul hundreds of millions of tonnes of goods between the settled worlds, of the habitation cruisers that house thousands of the wealthier citizens of the stars seeking a non-terrestrial lifestyle. But size didn't mean much; it was nice, it was cozy, and most of all, the Spear was his ship, his loyal companion and his home. He stood up, rising from the capsule like seat set into the platform overlooking the command bridge, and stretched his arms. His four hour watch of the small portion of the crew in direct control of the Spear had felt far longer than it had realistically lasted, and Davinter certainly felt he needed the twenty minute break he had earned. Sighing, he gave a nod to a flight engineer entering the bridge and made his way out into the sloping corridor leading down into the main body of the Spear.
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Post by AlexJ on May 14, 2016 10:34:38 GMT
The corridor of the spear that connected the bridge also provided the opportunity to enter the overhead lab, stationed further away. Behind the automatic doors was a average sized space, with tabletop surfaces skirting the walls, with the exception of one metallic white feature board just adjacent to the entrance. In the middle was a much larger surface, with a collection of neatly organised papers and utensils resting upon it, along with a standard issue seat left vacant.
His vest mounted upon the seat's back, Elijah Finch stood stiff with frustration; his fists applying pressure to his desk. He was growing uncharacteristically reckless for the arrival on some new planet. The nature of his work meant he didn't have much else to do, so found himself performing menial tasks, as well as getting a sense of the ship itself. He had expected becoming the Chief Researcher would give him a sense of purpose, but it looked as if he would have to wait a little while longer.
Turning his head slightly to the right, to a black frame that rested upon the table, his fists relaxed a little. The cutting-edge picture frames provided a digital photo that would reveal the contents as an individual looked upon it. The image Eli had configured to the frame was the one of two middle-aged adults. A man with a clean, bald head with defining scruff, alongside a woman, in a respectable suit; her brown hair tied back. In front of them was a young boy, with messy brown hair that indicated a form of blissful youth, with a late-teen whose hair was kept in a buzz cut. Eli smiled as he took note of the way the sun crested above the line of his family picture, creating a warm and familiar feeling in his stomach.
He left his work behind him, instead looking over to the feature wall; where a screen was fixed, displaying the area right outside the lab. Captain Ecellos is going for a bit of a walk? Hm. I could probably do the same. With that, Eli shook off his white lab coat, replacing it with a brown tweed vest to wear over a white shirt with rolled up sleeves. Straightening his outfit, to look presentable, he then scooted his way out of the lab, and into the corridor of the ship.
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Post by Jaminx on May 14, 2016 11:33:46 GMT
Xena was up to her arms in cooling fluid as she stuck a thickly protested hands into the mess looking for a loose plug that had one of the computer systems screens flashing bright blue every few minutes even though everything else was fine.
" Fix the hole. Find the plug. Remove then pump." She hummed the words to herself as a soothing tune behind the mask and goggles she wore, hair hidden under a bandanna.
"Aha." Her right hand awkwardly closed over it withdrawing it in a gooey mess that she put on a clean sheet nearby. She set up the automated pump then whirring away with nozzle as she settled to look at her prize. Not banged up at all, just must have either vibrated loose or the fluid had got to it when the break occurred. Easy enough to put back once it was clean.
For the moment she leaned against the wall listening to the added thrum of the pump a soothing sound to start her day.
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Post by Arbor on May 14, 2016 14:14:00 GMT
Steve hummed to himself as he made his was through the ship to the bridge. As head helmsman, he was needed on the bridge, and he was happy to serve. It was always exciting, taking control of a ship. Hundreds of tonnes of metal became his to command through the void, and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy every second of the responsibility. As he headed up the corridor to the bridge, he straightened hi uniform noting the captain coming the other way. He raised his posture as he passed, a force of habit from years of serving on this kind of ship. All captains needed respect, and Captain Ecellos was one of the best.
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Post by t00bz on May 14, 2016 14:51:10 GMT
Malcolm DeSilva gazed out of his cabin's window as he randomly tapped letters on his computer, then deleted the gibberish, then tapped them out again. He wasn't particularly good at writing letters. His cabin was small and simple, as usually ship gunners would sleep in the crew quarters, but seeing as he was the only one who could work ship guns properly onboard, the Wayward Spear's sponsors had seen it fit that he at least get his own private space, not to say he didn't appreciate the gesture. His room held a small bookshelf, a desk, and his bed, and there wasn't much space to move things around, as the free space that would have been under his bed was used for storing his clothes. The only unused space was a little space to walk in in the middle of the room and a little bit by the door, so somebody entering wouldn't immediately walk into him, or his desk chair. Malcolm smirked, as the ship's gunner, it wasn't a bad deal for someone who usually had nothing to do. By far, he had the easiest everyday job on the ship. However, when his job was actually necessary, then things got stressful.
There were two rules Malcolm had lived by as a smuggler, as they had been told to him by the first captain he had worked with, a man by the name of Nicholas Frost, though the name was likely fake. The first was don't kill law enforcement. There was never any need to get in more trouble if you're caught. Smuggling was a fairly light sentence, whereas murder and destruction of United Humanity civilians and ships was...more severe to say the least. Second rule was to always have something to bring you back to solid ground, that could be family, friends, or another person. It was just easy to get lost in space, and most of the people Malcolm had been working with saw smuggling as a means to an end. Not that they didn't like being in space, but they all had their own lives they were trying to put together, and very few of them actually wanted to be stuck being, and working with criminals for the rest of their lives. For Malcolm, it used to be some friends he had been with since he'd been a kid. Now, it was that group of friends, and somebody else.
Malcolm continued tapping random keys on the keyboard as he looked at two pictures on his desk. One was of him and his friends, standing with their backs facing a small pond in a park back in Boston. The other was of him and a woman. They were dressed up, he was wearing a black suit and was actually clean shaven for once, and she was in a red dress, her dark brown hair going just past her shoulders. They were holding each other close.
Malcolm looked back at the screen, all he had managed to write was: "Hey Maria" Followed by "jjmznnnnhnhhhhhklkk;;;;" from his habitual tapping on random keys. He deleted the random letters and prepared to actually write something when an alert took over his screen, MAIN BATTERY: MASS ACCELERATOR CORE ENERGY DISTRIBUTION ERROR DETECTED. DeSilva cursed, it wasn't a major error, provided they weren't attacked in the next couple hours or so, but fixing the problem was painstaking...and if somebody tried firing the gun, there was a slim chance it could backfire. He closed his computer, Maria would probably prefer his ship not blowing up than a letter, and then began making his way to the maintenance room on the level above him, near the bridge, he had to get his tools first.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 14, 2016 18:36:16 GMT
- EZEKIEL SILOS -
Ezekiel rummaged through the shelves, taking stock of the food that was on the ship. They had only recently launched into space and so there was still an abudant amount to go around, even still, he had to commit himself to the boring task of penning down whenever someone took out food, how much food was gone, the same old menial tasks. He didn't want to have to admit it, but he was far more interested in putting his neurological knowledge to work, though thankfully (and to some extent unthankfully), no one had gotten hurt, yet. He wondered when something interesting was going to happen, depsite his disinterest or (the fact he pretended to be disinterested) in most of the group, and just about everything else, he was secretly excited to see what they would encounter, what this mission would go on to do. Ezekiel finished taking stock, the music that was playing through his earbuds was the only distraction that gave him some solace.
He sighed, throwing the clipboard down as he marked yesterday's date. Now he would only need to stay up for several more hours in order to see what other food would be taken. At the very least, he had brought his book with him. The Druids of Diamara, it was called, so far about an odd party of adventurers and other types that had joined forces to come to the aid of a drudic monster. It was kind of odd, Ezekiel realized the writer must have been trying to be realistic but he was perplexed as to why sometimes during battle, the warlock or the archer would miss a lot and then other times the archer made perfect hits. Weird. Though the story was exciting enough to hold him over, Ezekiel still was going to regret having to check through the other supplies later.
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Post by Yabvi on May 15, 2016 23:47:42 GMT
Lisa's legs thundered on the treadmill. She had it set to a reasonable running speed as she read her book. It was an interesting book about an unlikely band of heroes making their way through a distant land to find a woman's grandfather. It wasn't the best book she had read, but it was an okay one, some bits were interesting. Lisa had already lined up a new book to read after this one since she was already half-way through it. She could feel exhaustion run up her legs; she'd already been at this for about an hour now so it'd be best if she went and grabbed something to eat from the Cafeteria. The treadmill slowed down, Lisa grabbing her book and hopping off it.
After showering, drying off and changing Lisa left the gym. It was always good to get a little bit of exercise done.
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Post by LHudson on May 16, 2016 20:03:54 GMT
- JONATHAN ZARK - "Alright, racing gear, racing speed, GO!" Zark said into the microphone before he and the group pedalled as fast as they could to the speed of the music. It was his first class of the day, and he hoped to get them all done before their respective meals. Nothing's worse than having to be questioned by the captain on why their student threw up after one of the their sessions. The room was nice and bright, connected with the gym and his assigned office. Nice lovely space for him to work with, and the blood and sweat created by these sessions kept up the discipline. "Alright, breaks on, sessions over," he said, and everyone, including himself got off the bikes. The spin session was over, and he had to prepare for the report he would have to write. "See you ladies in three days!" Everyone left, and Zark crept into his office to begin typing.
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Post by Jaminx on May 16, 2016 22:47:55 GMT
Xena carried her supplies back with her gloves now in a bag for washing and her bandanna removed to reveal her frizz of bright red hair. She slapped down the bag on the bench emptying the gloves carefully into the right compartment before catching a warning message flashing through on the system.
Her eyes skirted round trying to see if there was anyone else who would take the call. She ran her small fingers quickly over the keyboard. It gave over the main details; GUN PLACEMENT: MAIN BATTERY: MASS ACCELERATOR CORE ENERGY DISTRIBUTION ERROR DETECTED
That was odd to Xena's mind. De Silva was on shift at the moment and it was his speciality. Had he forgotten to tap enter to say he was covering it again? A habit that most of the other engineers seemed to have was forgetting to inform the others when they were on a job. It was irritating when you turned up with a tool set when you weren't needed before slogging to another end of the ship to patch something else.
Rather than accept she waited a moment trying to think through the best thing to do.
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Post by t00bz on May 17, 2016 0:54:06 GMT
Malcolm made a quick greeting the captain as he jogged by him to get to his equipment locker. He tapped in his passcode and began looking around for what he would need. The locker had DESILVA written in on the middle of the door, and was essentially a small walk-in closet. Inside hung a suit he could use in foreign environments he might encounter in space, as well as several personal effects, which sat on shelves inside the locker, for which he hadn't been able to find a suitable spot for in his room yet. There was also a pistol. Unloaded of course, but it was a weapon he was used to using and he had managed to get permission to keep it with his things. He had used it a couple times in his smuggling days, though he preferred not to dwell on those times. He put it back on one of the shelves and picked up a small device next to it, it looked like a wristwatch, and while it could function as one, it could also function as a fabricator, so he could repair equipment. He picked up a large ring that had been next to it on the shelf and twisted it onto the watch, and a blue light suddenly came on, indicating the fabricator was online. He could also fit the ring onto the glove of his spacesuit and use it there, but he wouldn't need that unless he went outside of the ship. For now, the fabricator on his watch would do.
He then tucked a device behind his ear before closing his locker behind him and going down to the main battery, he spoke as he hurried down, "Sorry, this is DeSilva, getting on that error in the main battery now." He smirked and made an aside, remembering seeing Steve making his way down to the helm when he had been in a rush to his locker, "And Steve, do me a favor and don't fire the gun while I'm working on it. If I die, I'm gonna kill you."
He opened the door to the battery and got to work, checking in on one of the gun's computers first, and cutting power to certain parts so he could begin fixing the inner workings of the gun.
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Post by Yabvi on May 27, 2016 1:21:51 GMT
Lisa loved exercise both physically and mentally. As of right now she stared down at a book filled with tons of mental activities. It was important to keep her mind in tip-top condition because if she let it just sit then, she'd start to lose a few point in intelligence. As she was walking Lisa casually looked up for a second, finding herself standing outside of the stock room. Hmm, Ezekiel should be in here.. When Lisa was accepted aboard the Spear, she made a mental note to remember all the crew members who interested her; Ezekiel was one such person. Ezekiel's intellect, cold attitude, and bookworm personality attracted her. Not sexually, nor romantically, it was an intellect being attracted to another intellect, like two magnets.
Opening the door to the store room, Lisa found Ezekiel with his head buried in a book. Druids of Diamara, a book she had read a while ago, honestly not one of her favourites, a bit bland. "Hello Ezekiel, Enjoying that book?" Lisa asked, she knew the answer beforehand but it was nice to start the conversation with a question. Lisa did find Ezekiel cute, but all of that was overshadowed by his distant personality, a shame.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 27, 2016 15:52:31 GMT
- EZEKIEL SILOS -
"No, I'm practising a new form of self-harm," started Ezekiel as his eyes flitted up to meet Lisa, a woman who was working in the ship, a planetary geographer if he remembered. He wasn't going to mention that, it seemed odd, to other people at least, that he knows their jobs and titles, but barely ever spoke to them. Mainly because he went checking around their medical files, but that was a different story. He had just reached a part in Druids of Diamara, which seemed comical, to some extent. Ezekiel smirked to himself as he saw the main cast of characters in their drunk antics in a tavern. He then continued speaking. "It's where I read a book I don't enjoy because either people will interrupt me, and then I have to put up with having a decent conversation or I get back to my book." Ezekiel showed the cover quickly before turning his book to read through the pages. He began to speak again, though his tone barely changed, "In all seriousness, it's well-written, it's good, I wouldn't obviously be reading it if it wasn't good, and the writers know when he's facing useless characters, because they all disappear after the first chapter, so it's a win-win."
Ezekiel went back to his book, still reading, he could hear the distant machinations of space travel, the ship engine, the footsteps of the people walking nearby or somewhere or another. It was calming, to some extent, and it was one of the reasons he came out here, for quiet. So far, he could only find iotas of that serenity, when other people didn't come and interrupt him, when he was busy. Though, "busy" in itself to Ezekiel was clearly an abstract term. He simply went back to reading, hoping nobody cut off a limb in the meantime so that he wouldn't have to actually do some medical work, though if someone offered to let Ezekiel cut off their limb then that could be another win-win for the day...or night, he had no idea what to call this pocket of time in space.
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Post by AlexJ on May 30, 2016 18:06:02 GMT
As he walked, it occurred to Eli that although he knew the blueprint of the ship, the wheres and hows, he hadn't invested in much else other than his office. He remembered his routine back home, and how a quick visit to the personal gym would invigorate his imagination for the day, as well as distract him from complicated matters. 'What's the harm in injecting some of my life back home to here? In the process of thinking, Eli had eagerly made for the lift, and descended to the level where the gym was located.
As he entered the fitness centre of the Spear, he was taken aback with how clean everything was. Of course, coming from a relatively pampered background that was the norm for himself, but he could hardly ignore the amount of work it must have took to keep things clean aboard a travelling vessel.
He couldn't risk standing around, mouth wide like an idiot; he had a task to do. He approached the office of the trainer, his reluctance concentrated in a meek knock on the door, followed by a much stronger one in correction.
"Uh, where's a guy have to go to sign up here?"
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Post by Yabvi on May 30, 2016 22:07:13 GMT
"I've read it before, wasn't to my tastes. So, Ezekiel, how are you enjoying ship life so far?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. An uneasy feeling rose in Lisa's body during the small silence between the question and the answer; a feeling caused by the hum of the spaceships machines, as well as the uneasiness of not knowing what time it was. Other than that, as much as she loved space, the silence it generated was uncomfortable.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 20:33:02 GMT
Martin walked towards his personal room, but didn't actually know exactly where it would be.. He should probably find someone that can tell him where to go. He continued walking around, trying to figure out where people might be. "Geez, for what's supposed to be a smaller ship. this thing is pretty big.." He muttered.
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