Don't Look Back in Anger

[kt]

What a wonderful night last night was. Xander got outta bed with surprising zeal and stretched, a big smile on his face from the night's events. He then hopped into the shower and quickly washed himself and got out, jumped into some fresh clothes, grabbed his sniper rifle and pistol, and headed out the door, giving his parents a hug and all of his maids a kiss.

He whistled a happy upbeat tune as he made his way to the Red October and entered the ship. "Mornin all!" He said cheerfully as he set his rifle down and pulled out an apple and munched on it as he looked at his new crewmates. He then brought his golden eyes on Mel and Lanara "Well hey there girls, wild night last night." Xander gave a sly smile and a wink as he took another bite from his apple. "Last night was pretty...fun, wasn't it." He then got closer to lanara and made a kissy face and laughed.

The zeltron man then looked at Ocelot "We ready to go yet sir?" with another bite of his apple, Xander then looked at the hungover Mel "Hey babe, you look pretty outta it, here, take this." He then produced a small white and red pill "This is a hangover pill that i carry with me, just in case i get hungover for some miraculous reason."

[Latus]

It must have been a funny thing to see, at Rem's words Axle nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around and nearly slammed his fist into Rem's face before his mind finally registered he wasn't in any danger. Axle's heart was racing and he leaned against the side of the hall to catch his breath.

Its you, Rem. Please don't sneak up on me like that.

Trying to regain composure he straightened up, stilled his breathing, and shot Rem a friendly smile. Very few people are able to catch me off guard, he thought. Must be something with the "force." Getting back to the subject at hand, he looked past Rem down the hall.

Thanks but I think I will have more of a look around. This will be my home for the foreseeable future so I had best get familiarized to it.

Giving the blonde man a lopsided farewell, Axle turned on his heel and strode the other way. A bite to eat did sound good but he was still a little spooked. If it was anyone other than Rem they would be laid out on the floor with a black eye. He just wasn't used to being around friendly people of any quantity. Shaking his head he made his rounds of the ship stopping on the bridge for a moment to report in to Ocelot. The rest of the ship he made note of; galley, bunks, living, storage, navigation, and engineering. To Axle the place was an absolute mess, not the living section nor galley but the storage holds and the engine room. Everything was in disarray; unorganized and poorly maintained. He noticed in the engine room that several connection wires were stripped and most of the stabilizers were poorly secured, a sizable flaw that undoubtedly caused a decrease in engine performance. I guess I have my work cut out for me.

As he moved to and from each point of interest he began to hear more and more commotion about the ship. The other crew members must have started to show up. The thought caused the wing muscles on Axle's back to bunch and release involuntarily. Why did the crew have to be so big? He wanted to keep his wings a secret if at all possible but there was always a chance that one of the others would find him with his coat off.Going to have to request the Journey be off limits...

Muttering a bit he slid his tools into a small alcove under one of the engine cells, those would certainly see a lot of use. Exiting engineering he slowly found his way to the galley, the source of the noise only continued to get louder. Indeed they were almost all present. He saw the flamboyant Zeltron and the others were present as well. Sliding around them so as not to brush his back against them, he procured a hard piece of bread and a large piece of fruit before sliding into a seat adjacent to Rem, nodding as he did so. He still didn't know most of them by name, hopefully that could be remedied in short order.

As the young man ate, Ocelot entered the small space and called for everyone to give him their attention. He didn't notice before but the man before him seemed a bit softer than he had before. Perhaps it was the lighting that gave him such an undertone, Axle was not sure. Shaking his head the famished youth continued to eat, eying his new captain.

[Dire Wolf]

Lanara smirked a little bit when Mel went on about how she is used to being left behind... and then saying that she is straight. Instead of coming up with a funny retort or quick riposte, the woman only shook her head with a big smile. The woman walked around the ship until she found a vacant room, she took a gander at the room. It looked clean enough... but it could use a personal touch. She barely had time to put her gear down before faintly hearing Ocelot call for them. She headed towards the mess.

When she got there she took a seat next to a tired looking Mel and waited for the man to speak. Then Xander came by. Instead of doing the usual "balls to the walls" reaction. The woman only smirked a little bit and let him go about his business. There was no sense in starting a fight right now.

[Jace]

Ocelot stood in the galley, looking over this new crew. He had found an interesting bunch of people though they seemed a little silly. Then again, most people seemed silly to Ocelot, maybe he was just too serious.

Well I doubt that is ever going to change...

He waited until everyone turned towards him, or at least looked like they were listening.

"Alright guys listen up, we have our first job. A simple Core run. Some rich guy in Ralltiir wants us to pick up something on Balosar for him and bring it to him on Ralltiir. I assume its something less than legal and why he wants it smuggled on planet.

Now I don't think it should be too much trouble, but I have a feeling our contractor didn't tell us something. Either way, its a good payday and a perfect job to start off with.

We leave immediately so if any of you have any questions or doubts, then now is the time."

The job seemed pretty straightforward, so he didn't think there would be any problems. This was a new crew though, so he would be cautious until he knew how they operated.



(Alright, assuming no one has any real questions. I suppose yall can make your last post here. I will make the thread on Balosar, so just look out for it.

Oh and btw..people need to stop calling Ocelot..Bane =.=)

[Grawn]

Simple Core run?

"How boring", Arc sighed and took off his glasses, sticking them in his coat pocket. He surveyed the group of people around him, not really caring but rather just to put names on faces. Seeing a nearby seat, the bounty hunter placed himself in it and watched them discuss whatever it was they were speaking.

In all honesty, Ocelot was the only one he knew by name so it would take time to get the faces and names together but that would take time. He also realized he probably seemed different to the others, brooding and not speaking so much. This was to be expected but Arc had no intentions of staying this way.

Then a notion hit him. Something that would be a ice breaker for the crew as a whole. Getting up, he looked over to the part of the galley that looked to contain the drinks, walked over and took what appeared to be a bottle of some sort of alcohol. Glancing over to Ocelot, smirking slightly hoping the man wasnt offended that a near stranger was rummaging through his drinks, he pulled out several bottles and glasses.

"Attention", he said loudly to the crew but with a smirk. As the crews eyes came to him he popped the top to the bottles and poured several drinks. "Since we will all be working with each other, i would think this would be a proper time to drink it up. If you had your fill last night, that is your choice but if anyone would wish to have a drink with me i would be honored. I look forward to working with all of you, the name is Arc if you missed it before. Drink and be merry!"

Rather outlandish for the bounty hunter, but he didnt care how the crew reacted to it. If they were good sports, they'd share a drink and talk it up with one another. Looking over to Ocelot he winked at the man. "And ill replace whatever is drank here, put it on my next paycheck if its an issue. I just thought this was as good a time as any to "break the ice"."

(OOC: This was somewhat spring break inspired, just play along ;D)

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((okay Bane...I mean...Jace....>_> .......LOL. jk jk ))

Remiel quietly listened to the talk of the people around him, their chatter more or less meaningless to him. There was little to be learned from it aside from the fact that it seemed the new woman, Lanara, and Xander seemed to have gone out drinking and now had rather bad hangovers. Well, the women did anyway...as typical for a zeltron, Xander hardly seemed effected by his drinking. As Axle slid into a seat near to him and nodded just as Ocelot came into the room. Listening quietly to everything he had to say, Rem finally allowed his mental shielding slip allowing him to be seen far more easily.

The man known as Arc suddenly stood up and started speaking then, and Rem's first reaction was to bring back that mind trick, hoping to force attention away from himself again, however, he strictly stopped himself from doing so. As Arc set the drinks on the table, the blue eyed man gazed at him curiously. Remiel had never been much of a drinker, at least not socially, preferring one glass of a good hard liquor...two if he was feeling particularly bad tempered or depressed...and almost always by himself. This was a fairly new concept for the man to consider following, but he did consider it. The alcohol wasn't a particularly potent one, so he had no real fear of saying anything he would regret later due to intoxication. Shrugging, he stepped forward and grabbed one of the bottles.

I typically don't drink socially, but no harm in this. I'm Remiel, Rem for short anyway.

He stated, extending a hand to the man.

[Squee]

There had to be at least four others starting to crowd in the ship besides Lanara, Xander, and Melody herself. Excluding the guy named Ocelot, of course. He was party leader, head honcho, and all those other lovely names they had for captains or bearers of the torches. Needless to say, Melody found the strength to remain asleep though her head remained down on the table and her fingers fiddled with the glass.

She turned her head and propped her chin on her arm when Xander addressed her. She blinked a couple of times, hearing what he had to say about this bizarre red and white pill. Her eyebrow raised just a little, showing the exuberant Melody beneath the hangover storm cloud. “Thanks, but, no thanks, Xander. I prefer to let hangovers wean off by themselves. I’ve tried taken steps to rid of them in other ways, and I’ve found myself puking around the ship or suddenly toppling over as if I were shot dead. I’ll be fine. A little sleep and plenty of water later, I’ll be just fine.” A brief smile touched her face, and she sipped the water, relaxing her head and flopping it so she was looking at the half of Ocelot she could make out across the many items of the table.

“Smuggling? Really? I thought we were going to have to do some shoot and run. But, smuggling… that’s up my alley. This should be fun.” Melody was also noting glances from the others around her, picking up on the range from simply noticing to faint curiosity to who she was. People reading. She must be the new girl. “And if you are such, you may just prove yourself on this mission. Smuggling… My old ally. I shall experience another thrilling run yet.” Melody smiled again, sitting up to sip some water and then laying her head back down. She had no questions. Doubts… she could think up a few but nothing that would make the smuggler woman get up and leave.

As she went to close her eyes again, someone else, of a different voice, called for everyone’s attention. Again, Melody forced her eyelids to rise and look upon a stranger, standing and offering all a drink as he introduced himself as Arc. She almost coughed up laughing. A drink.

“Forgive me, newly discovered that shall soon be in my journal, but I’ll pass on the drink.” She spoke with her head resting on her arm. A slight smirk was there on her lips. “But instead, I’ll offer up with my water and remain here until I quite possibly fall asleep again. Melody shall be the remedy of letters that make up my name. And you’re stuck with me for a little while, I’m afraid.”

[Latus]

Balosar? A simple smuggling run? Axle allowed a hint of a smile to grace his lips; what luck. Such a small mission would allow him to prove himself to be an asset to the crew. Trust was his enemy at this point. Not one of them had ever addressed him openly and only Rem knew his name; i.e. they didn't trust him. If he could gain the trust of these people they wouldn't suspect a thing until he was forced to run.

Leaning back in his chair he observed the crew again, this time from a different perspective, as people instead of threats. Rem, Arc, a hangover named Melody, his boss Ocelot, the girl he didn't think was fully human, the over-zealous Zeltros, and the others; quite a motley crew. A cramp on his back reminded him of his own secret and he wondered if any of them had their own skeletons, dark histories, problems. Arc's offer brought him full circle; his own predicament prevented him from making any true friends but he would have to at least act the part.

Thanks for the offer Arc, but I must respectfully decline. I don't touch the stuff. He remarked. I have really only talked to Rem at this point but you all seem to be a good bunch to work with. I am Axle Furicher, Axle to my friends. It is a pleasure to meet you all. He added a reserved smile to his remark and looked around the room, his eyes lingering on Sylbia longer than the others. If you will all excuse me, I must be getting to work. Standing he stepped around the others and strode to the door. Grasping the frame he turned to address them again. I have one request of you all. The Journey, my ship, is my home. No crew member will be allowed entrance without my express invitation or an overwhelming desire for me to rearrange their face.

The awkward pause that followed gave him more than enough time to slip through the door and retreat out of the living spaces and into the engine room. Making sure his over shirt was situated and covering everything he withdrew his tools from under the engine block. Fastening his welding goggles to his face and drawing his torch he gazed about the compartment.

Where to begin?