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Main Sim: Beginings - At a quiet space port

Posted April 25, 2022, 2:56 p.m. by Shivan Th’rellek (Armaments Officer) (Lucas Foxley)

Posted by Laassel (Combat / Chef) in Main Sim: Beginings - At a quiet space port

Posted by Kozak son of D’Jon (Engineer / Weaponmaster) in Main Sim: Beginings - At a quiet space port

Posted by Caid (Entertainer / Distractor) in Main Sim: Beginings - At a quiet space port
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“Ah, so this is the hunk of junk you’ve secured for us? Has it even got weapons?” These were Shivan’s first remarks upon his arrival, coming to a stop next to Jezem. A stolen federation ship was certainly better than some freighter, though Shivan was still unsure he cared for the heat a stolen federation ship might bring. In his… short time with Starfleet, Shivan had yet to have the pleasure of stepping foot on a Starfleet vessel. Well, better late than never, he supposed.

Shivan’s personal specialty was weapons: bladed, bullets, or lasers, he didn’t care. He loved them all. That would be the best part of this ship, it would have much more powerful phasers than the ship his previous crew had lost. But the speed and defensive capabilities would likely also come in handy. He was a tall Andorian with silver hair, wearing casual clothes to blend in with others at the space port. Two hand phasers were strapped to his belt, and they weren’t easy to get his hands on.

~ Shivan Th’rellek

Caid entered the space port confidently, ignoring the stares they got. A string of bells around their left ankle jingled with every step, and they moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. They slipped through the crowd, stopping directly in front of Naanni. “My lady. My Lord Doren sends his regards, and his best entertainer.” They bowed their head politely, although they were simmering with anger. Being sent to some second-rate crew because their patron had a crush on the requesting party was absurd, but they’d have to make the best of it. That in mind, they turned to their future crew members. “It’s an honor to meet you. I am Caid.”
-Caid
Thelev ran through the spaceport, carrying supplies. “I was told to deliver these here?”

The half-andorian seemed either to know exactly what this was or was bilissfully naive.

-Thelev

Laassel stood with his arms crossed as his massive frame almost seemed to make the dock deck creak a little. “I like it.” He said softly, though whether anyone could hear him was another matter. He’d been on all manner of ships before and even though this one was small, well, not like their crew was all that big. A newly added kitchen really gave him hope that signing on with this crew was going to be worth it. Hopefully it had a decent sized oven, or even an oven at all, since he had some cake ideas he wanted to try.

Laassel

Kozak had stomped in, he didn’t exactly want to be here, but he also didn’t have a choice. The last crew he had been a part of had come against hard times. While he had been able to salvage most of his workshop before the darn Ferengi liquidators had swooped in, he didn’t have much else. He needed a paying job. He was lucky enough that he had been able to find a crew as fast as he did.

“This ship is a piece of veQ,” he said spitting on the deck. “Did anyone even bother to check if the hull was in one piece before you took it? Or are we just supposed to hold our breath?”

Kozak

Naanni waited for everyone to make their opening remarks before addressing each. To Shivan she said, “Two phaser banks on the port and starboard sides and one photon torpedo bay. I’m sure you’ll find ways to upgrade or expand your weapons systems in time.” She smiled beatifically to Caid, “Your Lord is a most gracious ally to have sent his finest entertainer.” And to Thelev, Naanni regarded him carefully a moment, her eyes cold and calculating. Then she said, “Yes, right this way,” And motioned towards the open cargo bay.” And lastly, to Kozak she laughed before answering, “She survived the journey here did she not? I assure you she is sound and space-worthy. Your success is my success after all.”

Meanwhile, Jezem seized up each member of their cell. His eyes narrowed as he noted their personalities, and body language while he stood straight-backed and tense. Like a wild animal waiting for the strike of another predator. Jezem flinched when Naanni rested a hand upon his shoulder. She smiled, and he reminded himself to relax. Naanni motioned for the others to follow her inside the ship. “Don’t forget to introduce yourself, my dear,” She whispered to Jezem.

Jezem grimaced but did as told, “I am Jezem, and I will be the quartermaster and our spy. So whatever you need purchased make your lists and send them to me.” Jezem dressed as a typical Orion, with little fabric covering his chest, and a loin cloth, but gilded in multiple pieces of gold jewellery.

Jezem

Caid clicked their tongue to hold in their laugh. “So displeased with us and we haven’t even boarded yet,” they murmured. The younger Andorian, the little one was almost endearing and the older Orion seemed safe enough. Klingons were risky, but easy enough once you understood them. The real danger on this crew was Jezem and his mercenary friend. Better to avoid them until specifically requested, Caid decided.
-Caid

Kozak couldn’t help laughing at Jezem’s statement. “And just how much is that going to cost us?”

  • Kozak

Laassel watched the interactions of his new crewmates. He had seen many Orion women like Naanni and knew well enough to keep to himself. His age benefited him in that he was not susceptible to the pheromones given off by the females of his race, but he knew that that was only part of their tools for manipulation, As long as she didn’t try to control him in earnest then things should be fine. Jezem seemed a flighty sort or easily irritated but the reasons why weren’t easily sussed, though part of it might be displeasure at being handled. Only time would tell.

“You mentioned a new kitchen?” He asked louder than his first comment, in a low gravelly voice.

Laassel

Shivan nodded to the list of weapons. Not impressive, but workable, if he were asked. He did his own size-up of the rest of the crew as everyone arrived. Shivan wasn’t dumb enough to go trusting anyone here, at least not right away. Anyone who’d find themselves on this sort of ship in this sort of crew was not immediately deserving of any sort of trust. Shivan was the type to sleep with a small hand phaser under his pillow. “I won’t be needing much of anything. I’d rather have the money.”

~ Shivan, weapons


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