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"For this mission, all of you have been handpicked," the Executive Officer said, a staff officer whispered,
"I thought we were picked because we are young and dumb,"
However, due to silence, it was audible to everyone. Many laughed, Shin was among the ones that did not.
"I thought we were picked because we are young and dumb,"
However, due to silence, it was audible to everyone. Many laughed, Shin was among the ones that did not.
Shin then said with sarcasm,
"The ones that are the scum of the army, the ones they rather have dead than serving, the army is better off without us, I have bounty that is worth a million creds on my head, a lot of people will much rather have me dead, if you people are low on cash, just bring my dead body to the nearest police station,"
"The ones that are the scum of the army, the ones they rather have dead than serving, the army is better off without us, I have bounty that is worth a million creds on my head, a lot of people will much rather have me dead, if you people are low on cash, just bring my dead body to the nearest police station,"
I sent another message to shogun, razor, omega, and the other major names I've heard.
"In case you don't know or haven't figured it out I am the one that flies the endeavour and I've gotten to know her well. And in case any of you have not figured it out this is the kind of mission where you get a lot of medals....on your grave."
"In case you don't know or haven't figured it out I am the one that flies the endeavour and I've gotten to know her well. And in case any of you have not figured it out this is the kind of mission where you get a lot of medals....on your grave."
The engines were ready and fired up.
"Check the antimatter flow regulaters, I swear to G-d if those things blow midflight I will have someone's head ontop the pearly gates."
"aye" some engineer said down in the engineering hull.
I pulled juice from the shields and armaments into the auxilliary systems using the EPS conduits. I was saving it up for flight.
"Check the antimatter flow regulaters, I swear to G-d if those things blow midflight I will have someone's head ontop the pearly gates."
"aye" some engineer said down in the engineering hull.
I pulled juice from the shields and armaments into the auxilliary systems using the EPS conduits. I was saving it up for flight.
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Out of Game: The name of this character is Shin Taira, Lieutenant Shin Taira.
out of game: Don't worry Fed my character's the same.
Dave watched the goings-on in the breifing room from the comfort of his own cabin. He had a mountain of paperwork to get through, most of it for the Royal Navy, and he saw no point in attending what was obviously a hazing party set up by some of the senior officers.
He turned his attention back to his work, glancing at the progress screen the helmsman had sent across. They were nearly at Pluto Station.
(OOG: Shogun-- I thought you were XO as Shin? I reckon we should only play one majopr character each, as it gets confusing otherwise. Also, the XO is pretty much going to be running the ship when the captain's not about, so it'll need to be played regularly.
Storywise: I think we should dock at Pluto Station for last minute crew changes and supplies and a day of R&R before heading out towards the Kuyper Belt. Say... the real-world weekend at Pluto then head out on Monday (GMT)?
Whaddaya think?)
He turned his attention back to his work, glancing at the progress screen the helmsman had sent across. They were nearly at Pluto Station.
(OOG: Shogun-- I thought you were XO as Shin? I reckon we should only play one majopr character each, as it gets confusing otherwise. Also, the XO is pretty much going to be running the ship when the captain's not about, so it'll need to be played regularly.
Storywise: I think we should dock at Pluto Station for last minute crew changes and supplies and a day of R&R before heading out towards the Kuyper Belt. Say... the real-world weekend at Pluto then head out on Monday (GMT)?
Whaddaya think?)
"You will do it, and you will do it right, or none of us will survive," the Executive Officer said, he then continued, "take a good look at the men next to you, they will be your lifeline, and you will be theirs'"
Out of Game: No, I am the Tactical/Strategic Forecaster, Tactician, Strategist and your Chief Staff Officer. We can take turns playing the XO.
Out of Game: No, I am the Tactical/Strategic Forecaster, Tactician, Strategist and your Chief Staff Officer. We can take turns playing the XO.
Dave Flemster walked onto the Endeavour's bridge and sat in his command chair. The bridge was seemingly low on numbers.
"BEEP. Helm, where is everybody"
The helmsman, as yet unnammed, turned around in his chair. "Sir, the XO has called a meeting in briefing room and summong all senior officers."
"BEEP. Is the XO aware we are about to dock at Pluto Station?"
"I believe so, sir."
"BEEP. Very well." Dave replied.
He turned to face the comms woman. "BEEP. Comms, on the 1MC."
The woman pressed a button and a noise resounded around the ship as the speakers opened.
"1MC, sir."
Dave pressed the comms switch on his armrest.
"BEEP. Crew of the Endeavour, this is the captain. We will shortly be arriving at Pluto Station. Here, we will take on supplies, make final adjustments for the long voyage ahead and replace some crew members. All senior officers are to report to the bridge at once. The Executive Officer is to report to me in my cabin in five minutes. The rest of you, with the exception of those of ghostwatch and those of redband duties, are at liberty for 24 hours. You will find your card accounts credited with two month's wages, paid in advance. Have fun and blow off a lot of steam because, come Monday, we'll all be in the thick of it. That is all."
He released the switch and the comms channel clicked off.
"BEEP. Helm, begin final approach to Pluto Station. I believe they have a spot for us in the military docks. You have control."
"Aye, sir." the helmsman beamed, happy to be driving a ship of this size into a small space station like Pluto Station.
"BEEP. Weps, scan for possible hostiles in the area."
"Scanning, sir." the weapons specialist replied from his station behind the captain.
"Scan complete, captain. No hostile vessles in range."
"BEEP. Very good. Stand the ship down to harbour footing."
"Sir."
"BEEP. Officer of the Watch, you have the boat."
"I have the boat, aye sir." the portly old spacedog replied from his chair off to the captain's right.
Dave stood up and left the bridge. He walked the short distance to his quarters and entered. Moments later, the door chimed.
"BEEP. Come."
The door slid open to reveal the XO.
"BEEP. Commander Williams."
"You wanted to see me sir?" the American Naval College type said.
"BEEP. I did. Come in, come in."
Williams walked in and the door slid shut behind him. He took a seat opposite Dave, who was still standing.
"BEEP. Stand up, Commander."\
Williams hurriedly got to his feet.
"BEEP. Aiden, I'm replacing you once we get to Pluto Station."
"Sir?" Williams said in shock.
"BEEP. You have scant regard for protocol, harldy any experience and a lousy feel for the measure of the men. And I know you're only here to report back to the Admiralty."
"Sir I--"
Dave held out his manicured hand, silencing the protesting officer. "BEEP. You are Aiden Williams, nephew of William Williams, 3rd Admiral of the Fleet, are you not?"
"Well yes, but I fail to see what that has to do with--"
"BEEP. The same William Williams who, for years, has been running the covert accountancy department at the Admiralty?"
This time Williams remained silent.
"BEEP. You, sir, were placed aboard this crew as a last minute replacement for Commander Commodore, a tried and trusted man, as a means for your uncle to keep tabs on his ship. Do you deny this?"
"I deny nothing, Captain Flemster."
"BEEP. Good. That saves time. You have one hour to gather your affairs after we dock. I expect you to leave with the minimum of fuss and in the manner befitting an officer of your rank."
"Of cour--"
"BEEP. However, I shall place two armed security officers to remain at your side until you are clear of the ship."
"Captain! I must protest!" Williams shouted, his face reddening.
"BEEP. Protest all you like. Just fuck off." Dave replied, waving the officer away.
Williams stood his ground for a moment before about-facing and marching out the door.
Once the door closed, Dave pressed his comms panel.
"BEEP. Security, this is Captain Flemster."
"Security. Lieutennant Anus here. Go ahead, captain."
"BEEP. Commander Williams is to be escorted off ship by no later than one hour after we make hard seal. If he refuses, shoot him in the leg. Is that understood?"
"Aye, sir."
"BEEP. Very good. Flemster out."
Dave sat down on his bed and opened a screen on his computer. He brought up a list of possible replacements for the post of XO and began to scour it...
"BEEP. Helm, where is everybody"
The helmsman, as yet unnammed, turned around in his chair. "Sir, the XO has called a meeting in briefing room and summong all senior officers."
"BEEP. Is the XO aware we are about to dock at Pluto Station?"
"I believe so, sir."
"BEEP. Very well." Dave replied.
He turned to face the comms woman. "BEEP. Comms, on the 1MC."
The woman pressed a button and a noise resounded around the ship as the speakers opened.
"1MC, sir."
Dave pressed the comms switch on his armrest.
"BEEP. Crew of the Endeavour, this is the captain. We will shortly be arriving at Pluto Station. Here, we will take on supplies, make final adjustments for the long voyage ahead and replace some crew members. All senior officers are to report to the bridge at once. The Executive Officer is to report to me in my cabin in five minutes. The rest of you, with the exception of those of ghostwatch and those of redband duties, are at liberty for 24 hours. You will find your card accounts credited with two month's wages, paid in advance. Have fun and blow off a lot of steam because, come Monday, we'll all be in the thick of it. That is all."
He released the switch and the comms channel clicked off.
"BEEP. Helm, begin final approach to Pluto Station. I believe they have a spot for us in the military docks. You have control."
"Aye, sir." the helmsman beamed, happy to be driving a ship of this size into a small space station like Pluto Station.
"BEEP. Weps, scan for possible hostiles in the area."
"Scanning, sir." the weapons specialist replied from his station behind the captain.
"Scan complete, captain. No hostile vessles in range."
"BEEP. Very good. Stand the ship down to harbour footing."
"Sir."
"BEEP. Officer of the Watch, you have the boat."
"I have the boat, aye sir." the portly old spacedog replied from his chair off to the captain's right.
Dave stood up and left the bridge. He walked the short distance to his quarters and entered. Moments later, the door chimed.
"BEEP. Come."
The door slid open to reveal the XO.
"BEEP. Commander Williams."
"You wanted to see me sir?" the American Naval College type said.
"BEEP. I did. Come in, come in."
Williams walked in and the door slid shut behind him. He took a seat opposite Dave, who was still standing.
"BEEP. Stand up, Commander."\
Williams hurriedly got to his feet.
"BEEP. Aiden, I'm replacing you once we get to Pluto Station."
"Sir?" Williams said in shock.
"BEEP. You have scant regard for protocol, harldy any experience and a lousy feel for the measure of the men. And I know you're only here to report back to the Admiralty."
"Sir I--"
Dave held out his manicured hand, silencing the protesting officer. "BEEP. You are Aiden Williams, nephew of William Williams, 3rd Admiral of the Fleet, are you not?"
"Well yes, but I fail to see what that has to do with--"
"BEEP. The same William Williams who, for years, has been running the covert accountancy department at the Admiralty?"
This time Williams remained silent.
"BEEP. You, sir, were placed aboard this crew as a last minute replacement for Commander Commodore, a tried and trusted man, as a means for your uncle to keep tabs on his ship. Do you deny this?"
"I deny nothing, Captain Flemster."
"BEEP. Good. That saves time. You have one hour to gather your affairs after we dock. I expect you to leave with the minimum of fuss and in the manner befitting an officer of your rank."
"Of cour--"
"BEEP. However, I shall place two armed security officers to remain at your side until you are clear of the ship."
"Captain! I must protest!" Williams shouted, his face reddening.
"BEEP. Protest all you like. Just fuck off." Dave replied, waving the officer away.
Williams stood his ground for a moment before about-facing and marching out the door.
Once the door closed, Dave pressed his comms panel.
"BEEP. Security, this is Captain Flemster."
"Security. Lieutennant Anus here. Go ahead, captain."
"BEEP. Commander Williams is to be escorted off ship by no later than one hour after we make hard seal. If he refuses, shoot him in the leg. Is that understood?"
"Aye, sir."
"BEEP. Very good. Flemster out."
Dave sat down on his bed and opened a screen on his computer. He brought up a list of possible replacements for the post of XO and began to scour it...