Episode 1: Recruiting a crew

[dhakael]

Looking at Kat (Katherine), Jerran just shakes his head with a mild chuckle.
Softly under the chuckle; "Elves...have to love them. Can't understand them."

Looking around the interior of the La Misch, Jerran is struck by one thing; even with not being military specd, the hover carrier DID look like it could take a severe pounding. Going further in, he looks for place to store his gear, deciding on the lower bunk in the rack-room nearest the small stairs (or ladder) leading to the cargo & debarkation area.

Thinking to self; "Gonna need easy-access to the door if the fecal matter starts flying *looks at sword hilt over shoulder* this thing is useless in close spaces"
Aloud; "Hope you don't mind if I take this bunk. I would be pretty useless as a caravan guard if I couldn't get to my post quickly" ;D

Placing his pack & sword under the bunk o.o.c.((into the foot-locker?)), De-La Croix rejoins the rest of the crew, awaiting any more information on destination / plan of action.

[shiivster]

' ... no med bay, that is better. private rooms for healing crew is much safer' *nods at the understanding* 'cooking food is done where? I am having many .... food taste changers here. i will help with cooking'

*looks about for the place to put this kit, and worries that it will be in her room. but the best of cooking happens over an open flame anyways.

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[Renekin Skywalker]

Windrider climbs into the vehicle, passing through the crew area, noting the potential sleeping arrangements, and then into the front of the vehicle, to view it's piloting controls, sitting in the chair and getting the feel for them.

Thinks I'm a Tree hops off Windrider's shoulder, climbing to the very front, staring out the windscreen.

[shiivster]

*turns to look at the others now, the arms crossed in front of her and leaning against the wall. 'open fires it is then .. who then will hunt and supply us with fresh meat? i only know how to cook it and would not make a very good hunter'

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[dhakael]

"Depends on how you want the game caught. I am pretty handy with punji-pits and snares. Shooting it? Las-pistols do not leave much meat behind when they hit"

Jerran looks towards the cockpit after this statement...

In mind; "No...monkey-meat BAD. Besides, it's behaving its self & it is someones pet...do NOT shoot THIS monkey..."

Turning to Chaz, Jerran asks; "So chief, when do we head out?"

[nowhere65]

Rex Gathers his gear as they leave the bar. The pack he carries is huge and makes noises that sound like metal hitting metal, likely tools rubbing together.

He grins as they approach the large airship and he begins to look the thing over. He turns to Chaz and says, "Me and the pilot," he nods over to Windrider, "will need at least one test flight to put her through her paces and see what she can do and if there are any areas that'll need some work....Um, what type of armarments does she have?"

As they venture into the bunk area, Rex glares down at the beds and says with a signature toothy grin, "I don't think I'll fit in there. You got any other place on the ship I can bunk?"

[dakota]

" I've got a pick up of some cargo to move for a professor back to his school in Houstown. Boring, but it's a start and he pays well." He quickly added, " And we'll be going around Lone Star.

Looking up at Rex, Chaz shrugged, " We'll have to figure something out. For now you can dump your tools in the engine room, there's lots of room in the far end of the room. You'll have to look at the turrets yourself, all I know is that there's three of them."

He looked at his watch. " I'll be back, gonna head back to the bar to make sure there were no late arrivals." He said and started to walk down the ramp towards Derrick's. " Tell Windrider he can take it for a test flight when I get back."

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[shiivster]

*watches Chaz walk away, and thinks. ...o0( windrider? .. he is ... oh, he is the one in the driver's place )

*she then looks at Kat, assumes that is her mate and then gives a faint shrug. 'you should tell him. he listens to you. i am looking, but won't go near a claimed one. that goes against clan laws, even if you are not clan.' *then turns away to look about the large cargo hold area.

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[Renekin Skywalker]

Windrider looks over the controls, noting the really important stuff, such as compasses, the 360-degree gravitational plane indicator, altimetre, autopilot and clock radio. Looking up, he says to Thinks I'm a Tree <"Thinks I'm a Tree, I am going to speak with Chaz. Be safe and don't fall out."> With a chirped response, Think's I'm a Tree continues to assess whether or not the winshield has monkey-sized weak spots.

And Windrider steps out to find Chaz. Seeing Rex the Grackle, he says "Where did the boss go?"

[Mierin]

Kat looks at Jolanda confused "Claimed?" Understanding shows and she shakes her head "He's not my mate, so I doubt he would listen to me either." Shrugs, she adds "But I'll tell him if you want."
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[shiivster]

*looks back at Kat with a bit of a stunned look* 'if he were your mate i would not even think it. i thought he was ... do not worry .. it is dropped between us ... yes? ... '

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[Mierin]

Kat sighs quietly "Then what did you mean when you said he was a claimed one?"
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[shiivster]

'it is looking like he is being your ... *seems to struggle for the word and then says a strange word* 'that is it in my language ... ahh, the guard of body .. you for him and he for you. this is so, i will not seek him then. he is claimed'

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[Mierin]

Kat shakes her head "He is not my bodyguard, and he is not claimed by me in any way and he has no claim over me. I barely know him. He's practically a stranger to me. The only person who takes care of me is me."
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[frostwolf]

*she listened to chaz and stepped inside as everyone else did. She was quiet in her assessment, and stopped when she came to the bunks. She needed to go collect her gear from her horse, and do something about the stabling...maybe she would...she couldn't come to terms with selling him, he was all she had that really mattered, well her pistols too, but she couldn't bring the horse. She waited to try and get Jolanda's attention, and she seemed preoccupied, so she stopped Jerran for a moment.* "I have to go take care of a few things, seems like Chaz has some unfinished business as well. I won't be long if anyone starts looking for me." *She shifted her hat a bit and then turned and walked back out of the ship. She left to take care of her horse and gather what equipment she would need. She spoke into the horses ear for a few moments then stepped away. She left word with the stable master and a credit stick as to the care of the horse, then she scribbled a note. Having made arrangements for the care of the horse, she returned the ship, saddle bags in hand, and big rifle just off her shoulder. She entered the ship, pausing to allow her eyes to adjust then headed to the bunks. She took whichever was available, preferring close to the exit, but not really worried much hoping the others had already chosen their preferred places. She deposited her gear and the rifle carefully, then went on to explore the vehicle more thoroughly, she stopped in the cockpit and watched the monkey for a few minutes, smiling at its antics. She spoke to the monkey softly, and in a friendly tone* "You're quite the smart little fellow aren't you. Don't worry, I won't harm you, continue your vigil and careful examinations." *her smile never wavered as she watched the creature, then as quietly as she had moved in there, she retreated to other parts of the ship. Her native blood served her well for her silent movements. As she made her way to the common areas, she found herself thinking about her mother, her face softened for a moment before becoming the hard exterior of the Justice Ranger once more. As she slowed in the common areas she looked around briefly, before she left again to return to the cargo area and the ramp to the back of the ship. She took up a seat on the ramp and pulled out a pistol and a rag from her pouch and began to polish it with great care. She seemed to be lost in thought, but she was aware of the area around her, and her back was set to where she felt it was somewhat safe.*

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