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Post by LTI on Jan 16, 2008 23:31:51 GMT -5
Now that his job was done for the time being, Elijah made tracks for the dining area. He was damn hungry. Hadn't had a decent meal in what seemed like forever and a day. That was an interesting expression, he thought. As he reached his destination, the scent permeated his nostrils and beckoned him. He took a big whiff and looked longingly at the food. He'd have his meal soon enough. Eli supposed he'd get acquainted with his new crewmates, considering he'd likely be spending a while with them. Hopefully none of them would bite the dust. Eli shook the thought away and grabbed a plate, eagerly adding food. Then he sat down at a chair and waited for the others to come get their food. He'd give them a minute or two, but there was no way he'd eat cold food.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 0:07:40 GMT -5
When Elijha had left the bridge she turned back to gazing out at the stars. She had thought about going to dinner with the others, but there was the problem of getting to know them and actually liking them. She couldn't do that. She had survived 5 years alone, and she could survive another 5, 10, or even 20 years if she had to. Andreya worried about if she had gotten close to someone, what effect it would have on them. She was a dangerous person to be around. She closed her eyes for a bit and leaned back in the chair thinking of what she should really do. It seemed at first when she had met Grant that he was already set on the other man as being a pilot. If that was so then why would he let her pilot. Unless he was trying to get her to prove herself.
She sighed heavily as she leaned forward. She gripped the back of her neck as she let out a heavy moan. Closing her eyes to concentrate on what was happening. She had to think, she had to consider what was going to happen. Staying in one place to long could put these people in more danger than needed. She couldn't risk that. She couldn't put a man who had just gotten out of prison back into it. She had hard teals about the Alliance prisons, and miracle if one was to survive them. Gran was one of the lucky ones. His previous crew not so lucky. Andreya knew she couldn't fate that man to suffer in the prison because of her.
Andreya finally stood up and slowly made her way down the steps to the walk way. She was satisfied, her mind was set. She knew what had to be done, and painfully regretted it. Still there was something that needed to be done. Once they reached Haven she would leave this ship behind. Two days with them shouldn't be that bad. As she walked into the dinning area she reached down to her belt almost realizing that she had lost something precious. Looking around the room at the talking people she wondered where she had lost it. A paper, and her fate written all over it. If one of them had it what was to say they wouldn't act upon it. Only two days she knew that. Two days until she could leave . . . run . . . . flee from another life.
She made her way to the food gathering up something just to tied her over. She took another look around the crew, before taking her plate, and heading back to the bridge. She was going to stay away from them. If one of them had it she needed to be at an advantage when it come to disembarking. Though she prayed that if she had lost it anywhere it would have been on the streets when she was running. She never knew, and couldn't take anyone's word on it. Sitting on the ground beside the pilots chair, she ate her food in peace.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jan 17, 2008 1:03:44 GMT -5
Grant smiled watching Elijia waiting for the others and began eating himself. "Rules of the wild...those who get there first gets to eat. No reason to be polite. They heard me, it's there descision to be late. If you live your life waiting in line you'll never get ahead." He then tooko a sip of the now cold beer and smiled. "We've got food and we're back in the sky...life is pretty good." He admitted. It was then that he saw Andreya leaving the table with food heading for the cockpit. Curious, he followed behind her.
"Watcha doing?" He asked sitting in the co-pilot seat. "The meals in there. You're going to miss out on seconds...I mean c-mon. You saw those guys they'll eat me outta house and home in no time." He then looked out the window. "Your not here for the view or else you'ld be sitting in the pilots seat. I don't understand...why would you join in to be apart of my crew but not want anything to do with them? We all really need to be a team."
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 1:17:50 GMT -5
Andreya looked up at Grant before leaving what was left of her food on the ground. She climbed up in the pilot's chair and sat down. Thinking for a bit in silence as neither of them spoke, she sighed lightly. "I'm not much of an eater," she finally spoke up as she turned to look out the front window as the stars passed them by. "I'm not much of anything," she quickly added as she leaned back in the seat. "I've been alone, and seeing the crew you have . . . I think I've made a mistake," she spoke lightly as she looked down at her food. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the council and rubbed her neck lightly.
"It's a terrible mistake, and one I plan on correcting when we get to Haven. I think you for taking me on board, but I think I'll be leaving your crew once we get there." She closed her eyes and sighed heavily as she sat there. "If you don't have much money, so if it's alright I can pay with my service on this ship until we get there. I wont use much, and as soon as we get there I will be out of your hair," she said as she opened her eyes and looked back out at the starts. "I'm sorry for bothering you like this, and think you for saving me from the Alliance back on Whitefalls."
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 17, 2008 1:38:08 GMT -5
Tyler looked on as Grant went after that woman that was in the crew, and he had seen her face before. She was Andreya, a very wanted woman by the alliance. He had seen many posters and broadcasts about her, and he knew her face. She looked to be a little tired, so he was wondering if there was anything he could do. He finished eating and stood, walking to the bridge. After he was there he knocked on some metal to announce himself.
"Excuse me. I hope im not interrupting." he said as he stepped in and looked at grant with a smile before looking over to Andreya. "Andreya, if i may call you by your name. Would you come with me to medbay? you arent looking to well. i can see that your masking an injury or two, id like to have a look at you and treat any injuries you may have if you would allow it." he said politely as he laughed ever slightly. "I know who you are, but thats none of my concern. Im a doctor, nothing more than that. If you would have it id like to look over your health condition before we get to our destination so your in good shape." he was hoping that she was convinced, it wouldnt do if she was chased in the shape she is in.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 2:27:49 GMT -5
Andreya looked up at Tyler, but it wasn't out of shock. She should have known that people would know who she was. She sighed a bit as she looked back down to her unfinished plate of food. She looked back at Grant. "Doctor's orders," she said lightly as she stood up. She took her plate in hand and followed him out of the room. They stopped by the dinning hall in order for her to drop her plate off, and continued on down to the second level. Then into Tyler's new med bay. She was able to tell that he was able to straighten up a bit since the original walk threw. It was a good thing. The place looked better now that it needed cleaning. "Alright Doc," she said heavily. "Is this just a check up or something more," she said as she watched him carefully. "Because if you know who I am then you also know the bounty on my head. So out with it," she said harshly.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 17, 2008 2:38:34 GMT -5
Tyler looked at Andreya and laughed lightly. "I already told you, im a doctor. This is nothing more than i already said. I know your on the run, and im only offering you a better chance by checking you out so you are in better health. The fact that i carry weapons has nothing to do with you at all." he said as he looked at her and stopped, shutting the medbay doors. He had kept a patients privacy on his priority list, and he didnt think anyone else needed to hear them talk. "Like i said. Your of no concern to me as anything more than a crewmate and Patient. As far as the alliance is concerned, they can go to hell for all i care." he said as he grabbed a few things from the cabanets, bloodpressure testers and such.
He set everything out and lifted his shirt some and spun for her. "See, no guns. and if i tried to get close to you with a knife you would slit my throat. im not a fighter, although i can fire a weapon with the best of them, i am not combat savvy." he explained with a shrug. "If your willing to let me take a look at you i will need you to tell me where you have been injured reciently, and by what you were injured with. i can work based off of those answers." he said as he stood, looking into her eyes. "Ill leave it to you." he said with a carefree smile.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 2:52:24 GMT -5
Andreya closed her eyes for a second taking in to consideration everything that had happened. She had to be careful. She didn't want to get close to anyone, especially if it meant them getting hurt later. She had to be cautious about what she was doing. Then again in the past 5 years she had never had a real doctor look at her, and most of her prior injuries she had to deal with herself. So she could probably take it while she had it. Especially since she was leaving the ship as soon as it hit port in Haven. She opened her eyes again, and nodded slowly.
She walked to him, and sat on the bed. She watched him intently not taking her eyes off of him. Her mind wrapping around what to tell him. She had to think it was all she could do. Finding herself in these situations often got her into trouble. She had to be careful, and watch her back. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out she nodded. "My most recent injuries happened three days ago. It happened when I first arrived at Whitefalls. Ran into the Alliance, and well . . . the escape wasn't as graceful as it usually was. I ended up falling quite some distance. Hurt my back, broke my right arm, and fractured my right leg. There are probably some cracked ribs as well. I can feel it when I breath," she said lightly. "But to be honest in 5 years I have never been to a real doctor, and most of my injuries I took care of myself," she said. Her eyes never leaving him as she spoke.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 17, 2008 3:15:03 GMT -5
Tyler looked at her intently as she explained, he was taking in every detail of what she was saying. Several broken bones, the most dangerous to leave untreated were the ribs. If they were to break fully she could puncture an internal organ, and that would mean her death. "Alright, ill take a look at the job you did on your arms and legs first, but my main concern are your ribs. We cant leave them untreated or you could get into more trouble with that than you ever could from the alliance." he said as he walked to her.
He grabbed a few things to start, his stethascope for starters. "I need you to lift the back of your shirt please." he said, not really taking into account that she was a woman. He was looking at this like a doctor, as he was taught. After she had done as he asked he took her heartrate, and other smaller tests first, to determine her overall health. "Hold out your arm please. i need to make sure its healed right" he said as she lifted her arm, and he held it steady gently and looked it over, lightly pressing down on it, taking care not to hurt her at all if it were still tender. "Alright, this is good. A small brace and this will be fine. dont worry, ill use a small one so it wont hinder your movement." he added as he then took a look at her leg.
"This is only a small fracture. Hairline at best, and it had all but healed by now." he said lightly as he stood to face her. "Now in order for me to look at your ribs your going to have to shed a bit of modesty. I dont need you to remove your under garments or anything of the sort, but your shirt needs to be either removed or lifted, and i need you to lay back. you can cover your upper body with a medical sheet as well." he said, and awaited her response to his request.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 3:41:07 GMT -5
Andreya no longer cared about modesty. The Alliance had seen to that. Though for her to do what the doctor had asked would be a bit more troublesome. She climbed off the bed fully removing the light weight armor on her arms, and shoulders. Then she removed the chest plate, and the leg armors as well setting them on the ground. With a sigh and a slight smile at the thought about this she shook her head, as she untied the blue section of her dress, and removed it like it was a robe. She folded it over, and set it on the counter. Under it was the full length white dress. She reached behind her undoing the zipper to the back of the dress, and then letting it slide off of her. Revealing a tight black strapless tank top that just covered her breast, and tight black pants that were tucked into her knee high held black boots.
She stepped out of the white dress, folded it over, and set it on top of the blue robe. With everything needed off she walked over to the table, and laid down like she was asked.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 17, 2008 4:04:12 GMT -5
Tyler got his things ready as she took her armor and such off, and after he was ready so was she. Tyler took off his jacket and gloves, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He washed his hands and what not and then walked to her, pulling a small cart next to him. "This may hurt a little, but i have to see where its effecting you the most. Im sorry ahead of time for this," He said as he brought a light down over her stomach and chest and looked at the bruising that was evident on her body. He sighed lightly as he looked her over.
"Whatever happened you certainly did a number on yourself." he said as he lightly touched her rib area, feeling for any dips and missing sections, just to be sure. After checking for that he brought up a small scanner, that was an Xray scanner and he slicked it on, taking a look at the damage for himself. He whistled lightly as he looked at it and then he looked at her. "Deffinately good that your here. Any worse and your organs would be in danger from a possible break." he said as he looked to the cart next to him.
He pulled a syringe and he looked over to her. "This is a calcium supplament, and it will help heal your fractures faster." he said as he brought the needle to her arm and rubbed her arm with a alcohol pad. After injecting the suppliment he held his hand out to her and helped her up gently. After she was in a sitting position he took a series of small pads and applied them to certain spots along her ribs. "These are pain relieving patches. They will last for a few hours, and at least you will be more comfortable." he said as he began to wrap her chest with ace bandage, tight enough to make it more comfortable to move around.
After he was done he smiled and patted his hands off. The entire process took a while, but she was better off after applying the Armbrace and small leg brace. "Those will make sure that your bones set, and make sure that you keep your ribs wrapped, otherwise you are putting yourself in more trouble than you need to." he explained as he walked to his bag and pulled out a small card as well. He held out the card, and when she looked at him he smiled lightly. "If you ever find yorself in a jam and you need a doctor call this number. Its a message line to me. Private, so the alliance cant trace it. At least you know i wont try and turn you in." he said lightly as he cracked his neck.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 17, 2008 4:13:25 GMT -5
Andreya looked at him for a bit before she took the card, and stuck it in her pants pocket. She walked over to her clothing slipping on the white dress, and zipping it up. Then she put on the long blue robe, and fastened the belt in front, before she tied the strings on the front in order to bring the chest area together. She put on the leg armor's first, and then the chest plate, finishing with the armor for her arms. She turned to the Tyler, and nodded slightly. "Thank you doctor, for the help," she said as she headed for the door. "If I can trust anyone. It would be nice to trust a doctor," she said lightly as she turned back to him. "Time would tell, but at soon as we reach Haven. I'm leaving. This ship doesn't need someone like me to pull them down. Though thank you for your help," she said again.
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Post by viper on Jan 17, 2008 12:12:47 GMT -5
Chad leaned against the wall. Chad watched, proudly, as everyone dug into the feast he'd prepared. He noticed Andreya leave the room after dishing up. Shortly after she went Grant followed and then Tyler went after. Chad turned back to the meal which was dissapearing. Chad didn't want to eat. He wasn't hungry, as he ate quite abit the night before.
"So", Chad said as he watched them eat, "How's the food?"
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Post by bigwinr69 on Jan 17, 2008 12:23:24 GMT -5
“And with that I fix the handrail.” Droz spot welded it in place using a power from the ship electrical system. It was a pretty routine event. He fired the thruster and tested lighting systems on the mule and all worked well.
Droz finished on the modifications to the mule and found a canvas cargo bag and filled it with rags. He tied the end and hung it from a support beam. ”Voila! A punching bag.”
Droz pushed the bag forward and jabbed it a couple times in the head area and threw several body blows followed by a side knee to the rib section. ”The gym is open for business.”
He wiped his hands clean and walked to the engine bay to return the miscellaneous tools he had borrowed. Rick was finished his duties and already in the galley.
Droz went to the shuttle and dropped of his weapons and stored them in the digital locker. ”Home, sweet home.” Droz said as heard the clanging of the metal pots and pans.
“Well, well, well…great job cookie, smells like someone is getting a raise. All that exercise running away on Whitefall has made me hungry.” Droz said as he used a mug and scooped his stew and began to drink it without using a utensil.
“Heah boss, In the time that passed I managed to get the mules batteries charged, lubricated all moving parts, and got the one engine at 75% and the other at %50 with the makeshift parts I could scavenge from the parts bins. I will see what I can scavenge and steal on Haven.” Droz said wiping food off his face on his arm.
“Is there hot water in the shower unit? Or am I gonna hafta torture my sensitive skin again with the freezing cold?”
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jan 17, 2008 12:55:19 GMT -5
Rick woke up with a throbbing headache as Grant beat on the pans.
"You think you could keep down the noise, captain," Rick moaned silently as he stood up. Instantly, he fell back into the booth with a load crashing sound. He looked around his feet and realized the bottle was still on his lap when he stood up.
"Sh!t," Rick muttered, staring at his now wet pants. He'd have to clean it up. But first, food.
As Rick was walking (or, more appropriately, stumbling) up to the buffet, he turned around with a quick spin and pointed to Grant as he was walking past.
"By the way, capitain!" Rick shouted, throwing on a fake, French accent, "The engine is almost rusted through. Once we get to Haven, I might be able to get some plates and patch it up, but don't expect it to last more than a year! We're gonna have to buy a new one as soon as possible!"
With that, Rick turned back around and stared at the food. He grabbed a bowl and leaned over the stew, sniffing it in disgust.
"This crap's worse than the sh!t they served in prison," Rick muttered to himself. With a shrug, he ladled up two bowl fulls and grabbed a beer and a roll. He then walked back to his booth and sat down to enjoy his food.
"So", Chad said as he watched them eat, "How's the food?"
"It could be worse," Rick sighed, blowing out his mouth to cool it down. In all honesty, it wasn't as bad as he expected. At least it had real meat and vegetables in it, unlike that horrible processed stuff the Alliance get. Once they had better ingredients, Rick was pretty sure that Chad would make an excellent cook. That was, if he stuck around long enough. "Could use some salt, though. Everything needs salt."
That's when Droz mentioned something about the shower heater not working. Another task for Rick.
"Just wait until I'm finished eating," Rick muttered, switching to his next bowl and gulping down some of the beer. Finally, it was actually cold!
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