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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 19:22:16 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye dismounted the truck a few seconds after the rest of the group, either way that difference was enough for him to miss the majority of the conversation going on ahead, Hawkeye thought he'd caught wind of a name or two, maybe More or something, he wasn't quite sure. As Hawkeye entered the establishment he was quite surprised to be completely lost. It seemed to Hawkeye that the others had moved on without him. Hawkeye shrugged and took a deep breath, choosing the direction he thought Longstreet's office was.
After getting thoroughly lost within the small building, Hawkeye found himself at Longstreet's door. Hawkeye cracked the door open and snuck inside joining Ilana in the back of the room. Hawkeye entered the room just in time to hear ”Perhaps they weren’t aware of the warrant for your arrest.” So Longstreet was aware of his employee's warrants, Hawkeye had always suspected this much, but it made him wonder whether Longstreet knew of his past warrants, as in the ones that belonged to Theodore.
When Longstreet began to discuss the prospects of work, Hawkeye's ears perked up, he could always use extra cash, and maybe this Job would entail some real space travel, Hawkeye was itching to get back to the black. "Yeah sure I'll take the job sir, and yes I am quite proficient with my pistols, they don't call me Hawkeye for nothing."
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:22:51 GMT -5
Longstreet
Longstreet was pleased to know that those who were there were willing to drop what they had been doing to help with this venture. However they’re quick points to agree were somewhat strange in his mind. He wondered why they would jump on board so quickly. But then he came to the conclusion that the reason was more then likely the money and change in scenery. Things didn’t change much around there, and the tasks were either dull and short, or dull and time consuming. In either case it wasn’t always the best, and this was undoubtedly going to give them more. Of course this was three, and the original call had made four. Thus Longstreet turned his head towards his medical practitioner. He noticed he hadn’t left, which either meant he had nothing better to do, or he was interested in the point being offered.
”Mr. Fuller.” Longstreet started. ”Would you be interested in going along with this venture as well?” he asked. He presumed that while he was there he might as well ask. Getting the entire thing assembled there would have been a very fortunate turn of events. However he wasn’t going to force the point. It was money and adventure in a matter of speaking, but there were lots of things like that which got people arrested. Therefore he wouldn’t want to go far in to making them choose such a thing.
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Post by Jay Fuller on May 5, 2012 19:23:13 GMT -5
Jay had barely noticed the new guy come in until he spoke. He glanced over, looking at him. Hawkeye? he thought, Interesting name. Looks like this little get up was coming together fast. Then, Longstreet offered the job to him. Surprise was clear on his face -- he had assumed Longstreet would want to keep him around for medical work here at the Outpost. However, he couldn't help but entertain the idea of going out to the black and adventuring the galaxy. It was something he often talked about to his cousins when he was young, they would have debates on who would go where in the future.
"I would need a minute to collect my things from my apartment," he said, "But definitely." His heart beat a bit faster at the thought of the job.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:23:32 GMT -5
Morse had looked out the front of the bridge window. He had just made sure that Andy’s set in on the navigation seemed right. Granted he didn’t know nearly as much about interplanetary travel as did Andy, but at times he did see things that Andy didn’t. Such as the occasional moment when his pilot plotted a course that went through a protostar, but this was more so to input where they were scheduled to land. He looked up after seeing the reading, and at the sky of his homeworld. As he looked out his eye moved down to a vehicle off to the left that was pulling in. It was Carl, and others. It was odd to see such early risers. Morse didn’t really see the point of getting up so early to go on a drive with guns. Then at that moment he saw them all head in towards Longstreets office. They appeared to be the same group that he was supposed to head out with, but they all had both arms, and none of them were old and disgruntled looking. There was one that he did know, the short sagged leader of the group. Given that he was back, and that he was there alone, at this point in the morning, either something went wrong, or the deal was being negotiated.
Morse didn’t tend to just sit while deals were altered. Of course he didn’t have a lot to fear in this, but he was cautious enough to make sure that was the case. He turned and started walking out. The lower deck itself was quiet at this point in the morning, but he didn’t stop to see if anything was there. He just walked through, his boots clumping on the ground as he stepped through the lounge and into the cargo bay. He saw up on the upper deck was Scruggs, who was messing the chords. ”Scruggs!” Morse called up as he made it over by the cargo ramp. He didn’t wait for an answer. ”This cargo bay opens back up, man the gun.” He said, pointing at the new machine gun that was mounted on the upper deck railing in the cargo bay. He didn’t look for a response. he just grabbed the control and had the ramp start dropping. It worked rather fast as the floor at the center of the large room began to drop. He stood upon it as it descended down to the ground. Morse liked having the ramp bring him to the ground, and before long that was where he was. He looked left as he heard someone give a loud whistle and start waving him over. It was Carl. Morse clicked the control again and the ramp began to pull, and he tossed it back up so he could move on.
He walked over towards the main building, adjusting his coat as he did. It was early for him, but he tended to just look bitter as he usually did in the morning. He followed Carl in through the door, and Carl stopped in the hallway. Morse knew his way around in the main building very well. He could hear voices talking in the parlor area, and he recognized the gruff lower tone that Longstreet spoke in. He came around into the room. Everyone in there he didn’t know except for the ‘colonel’ and O’Terra. ”Tā mā de zǎochen.” He said in quickly awake sort of tone he now had. ”Where’s the rest a yer gǒu shǐ duì? Morse asked in his usual belittling manner towards O’Terra. He looked over the other people there. He didn’t know any of them, but he’d either not have to know, or he would soon, and either way, he wasn’t particularly concerned.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:24:03 GMT -5
Longstreet
Once again there was one his new people that were showing an aptitude to prove their worth. It was a strange time he was living in, when some of the people that had been there for a year were working to steal and subvert everything that they were within four feet of, and here were four people that hardly even knew him, and he hardly knew in the same right who they were. But they were willing and able, and that was fine in and of itself. He nodded and looked back over at O’Terra. Before he could say anything, in walked Morse. He had the sort of air about him that suggested he was ready to attack the weakest animal in front of him. Sure enough he did, but it wasn’t as bad as it might have been.
”They’re indisposed.” Longstreet responded towards Morse’s question. He didn’t quite reveal what had actually happened, but he didn’t have to. Either Morse would find out himself, or he didn’t actually care what the answer was. He held his hand up towards the new people in front of him. ”These are the ones who will be accompanying you now.” Longstreet said. He was holding a confidence that he always had when he spoke, so it didn’t suggest that he wasn’t sure of what they did. However he didn’t hire anyone unless they were capable at a few things, and that was enough for him to give his endorsement here.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 19:24:19 GMT -5
Marcus turned as Morse entered, and his eye narrowed slightly at his immediate grasp of his group's change. Longstreet's answer would suffice, and unless pressed; he wasn't going to answer Morse's jab. He'd keep his trap shut and do the job.
Seemed to be the sort of thing Carl was doing. Smart man.
He did like the idea of a the medical man coming along. It'd be nice to have a less surly doctor handling things.
His acquaintanceship with Morse wasn't the best one. However, Marcus had no intention on making there next parting as bitter as the last. Nor was he going to bring up that bit in front of the group he'd been given. Distrust would sow dissent.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 19:24:36 GMT -5
Ilana turned as Carl walked in followed by another man that she could only guess was Morse, since that is who Carl was sent out to retrieve. He didn't look very happy with the group assembled here, but she could be wrong. Some people just look perpetually pissed off. She waited quietly while Longstreet and Morse spoke. When the conversation paused for a moment, she decided to speak up, thinking that by everyone's demeanor, she may not have much time to get her things. She didn't have much, but it was in her loft across the post, plus she had to get her tools from the warehouse, and she could almost feel the seconds ticking away.
She looked at Longstreet and said, "I wonder, sir, if I'm not need here for anything, if I might be excused while you and Mr. Morse here finish things up. I would like to collect my things and while I don't have much, my loft is on the other side of the post, and I don't want to make anyone wait just on account of me."
Then she waited to see whether she was needed, or whether she could go.
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Post by Jay Fuller on May 5, 2012 19:25:05 GMT -5
Jay looked up at Morse. The man looked rather intimidating -- he wouldn't want to be on his bad side. He looked around at the crew he would be serving with. They seemed like decent people, but Jay knew looks could be deceiving. Then the girl, he couldn't remember her name, mentioned going to her loft to gather things. Jay figured this would be a good idea to step in.
"Myself as well," he said, "I need to collect some things."
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:25:30 GMT -5
Morse thought about Longstreet’s use of the term indisposed. He was obviously trying to keep certain details about it to himself, but Morse was already trying fit together in his mind exactly what it was that he was referring to. His best assumption was that they had all opted for not going on the trip, given what had transpired the night before. Not that it was much a bother to him. The people that they’d had at the time weren’t exactly what Morse had in mind when he’d walked in. A Tucker, a one armed mechanic who wasn’t exactly in her own mind, and some little girl that had been running around apparently wanting to play pirates like so many did. And then of course there was their shorts tack stowaway leader, but he was still there. The most likely point was that they had just decided to run off, but this one was apparently smarter about it. Safety and money, there wasn’t a much better selling line.
As for the others, he had no idea who they were, or what they were good for. He saw the rifle in the woman’s hand, and he knew precisely what it was. The same makers had produced the weapons holstered in his coat. However where she would come by such a thing was something he didn’t know. The company that made those had been out of business since the war, and she didn’t exactly have Browncoat written on to her. But then neither did Morse in a lot of ways. ”Oh fun.” Morse said in response to the fact that these were his new people. While he didn’t know who they were, they were more likely under Longstreets employ since they were there were driving around with Carl.
He heard them ask about getting their things together, which confirmed for Morse that they were actually already under his employ. This gave him some confidence in their abilities, but not necessarily who they were as people. There were quite a lot of people under Longstreet’s employ that were nasty sort of cut throats with not a brain cell between their ears. But that whole thing would have yet to be seen.
”Scruggs.” He said putting his finger to his ear. His com-piece was patching directly through the main line to the Logan, but also to the intercom in the cargo bay. ”Open up the ramp, might have people commin’ in, they’re ours.” Morse said when he heard some of the people their asking about getting their things. ”Just drag anythin’ ya got into the cargo bay, and wait there.” Morse said to those that were waiting for permission to leave. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t approve such a thing, especially since they were all about to hop onto his ship.
Morse looked back over at Longstreet after he told his future occupants what to do. He had his snide smile return to his face as was usual. ”I hear Steve’s group has been…. a bit problematic recently. Stole half a payout this time and, didn’t give you any?” Morse almost started laughing, as he was practically gloating at the fact that Longstreets other people weren’t pulling remotely the weight he was, even going so far as to be hindering their progress, when Longstreet had been vocal in defending them.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:26:10 GMT -5
Longstreet
Before Longstreet could answer about letting the people go, Morse was already loudly requesting one of his crewmen to make preparations for their arrival. He seemed to be going a long with it well enough, though he mocked it as he tended to do. Though among Longstreets most reliable people, he wasn’t always the easiest to deal with. However Longstreet had been working with him like this for nearly a decade, so he was more then used to it. When he made the call up to his crewmen, and then told them all what to do, Longstreet nodded in agreement. He was already going to say yes to their request, but Morse had gotten to it before he could. If they were all ready to leave, there was no use in waiting around through formalities. There was nothing particularly holding them there, and it was probably best they all be prepared.
Longstreet’s slight elevation dropped down a bit when Morse mentioned the group of Lois. His real name was Louis, but everyone tended to call him Steve, as was the mans preference. For the most part none of them really knew what his real name was, but Longstreet and Morse knew. They just tended to go the two separate ways on what to call him. His name didn’t matter so much as did the actions of he and his crew. Longstreet had been having dismal amounts of trouble with him, and getting him to do what he needed, but now it had reached a point beyond Longstreet’s willingness to tolerate it. ”So it would seem.” Longstreet said, conceding that bit of information. But he knew, as well as he suspected Morse did, there was far more then that which had happened. ”Our arrangement is going to be brought under discussion.” Longstreet spoke. He had a darker, more harsh sort of tone now. Now that his mind was being brought from the success he was likely to have with Morse, and to the terrible failures he was suffering due to Louis. ”Very soon.” He added to his last point.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 19:32:25 GMT -5
Marcus was thankful Morse was letting the change in crew slide without debate. Considering the replacements were Longstreet's employees, he probably felt better about it. But feeling better about being stuck with a group 'full' of terrorists...
Actually, given the warrants, they had just as many in his group as they did in the last.
"Strange indeed..." He mumbled to himself. He stood up as it seemed the meeting was over. When Morse brought up a 'Steve', Marcus kept his mouth shut and listened close. Longstreet's reaction sent a chill through him.
Do your job and take your lotted pay. This man is clearly not to be crossed. He thanked his subconcious for thinking the obvious.
"Well then. No sense dallying? Sir." He nodded at Longstreet, standing up and hefting his bags. His rifle was slung on his back and made for the door. "Captain." He spoke at Morse as he headed out the door. The echoes of the soldier in him found their way to his legs and his step held that hustle it had back during the war.
The Logan Was a big ship, he didn't know the Mantis-Class, or any of em, by heart, but he knew they were durable as all Hell. The Ramp on the bottom opened toward the front, and he could see it was down already.
<Continued in Curious Collection part 2>
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 19:33:00 GMT -5
Hawkeye
When Ilana brought up the topic of fetching her stuff Hawkeye could tell, that the meeting was drawing to a close, which meant he probably should head out for his stuff. Hawkeye's stuff was much closer, most of his stuff was on his shuttle, and the rest was in his very tiny room on the way to the warehouse where his Shuttle was parked. "Sir, I need to gather my things as well, also my shuttle is currently parked in Warehouse 7-C what would you like me to do with it?" said Hawkeye in the general direction of Longstreet and Carl. Hawkeye was about ready to go as soon as he got permission from either Longstreet or Carl. While Hawkeye waited for a response he surveyed Mr Morse, his new leader, the man seemed gruff, maybe a bit crude, definitely a bit ornery, but besides that he was a pretty hard to read.
A thought occurred to Hawkeye, "Hey Ilana if it'd be a help to you I have to go back to the warehouse anyway, why don't I just grab your tools on the way and save you the trip?" That seemed like a good idea to Hawkeye, that is if Ilana trusted him with her stuff.
"I'll be on the ship within the H=hour Mr. Morse."
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 19:33:17 GMT -5
Ilana nodded a silent thank you to Longstreet, then Morse, as he had also given her permission of sorts. Hawkeye asked, "Hey Ilana if it'd be a help to you I have to go back to the warehouse anyway, why don't I just grab your tools on the way and save you the trip?"
She looked at him and said, "That's very nice of you, I'll go ahead and get it on the way back from the loft. I've got my tools scattered everywhere as we left in something of a hurry this morning. Thank you though."
She turned and walked out of the room, then out of the building. She walked across the post to her loft, gathered up her things in a duffel bag, along with a nice shot glass that she had found in one of the cabinets, then stuffed her small, empty knapsack into the duffel. She left one crate of scrapware in the closet, as there was a lot of it. There was one crate in the warehouse, but she'd used some of it fixing that hopeless junk mule, and she figured if they needed it while she was gone, they could use it, if not, then it would be there whenever she returned. She strapped her large blade onto her back, situated the duffel on her shoulder and left the loft, headed for the warehouse.
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Post by Jay Fuller on May 5, 2012 19:33:47 GMT -5
Jay nodded in thanks to Longstreet and Morse. He grabbed his doctor's bag and silently made his way to the small apartment he lived in across the outpost. As he entered it, he thought that he wouldn't see it in a long time. He wasn't too upset about it however, it wasn't exactly home. It was small, just enough to let him be somewhat comfortable. He grabbed a suitcase, and began sticking clothes and such in it. He wasn't sure how long he'd be out so he stuffed in a lot of clothing.
He also gathered his hygiene products, and put them in a plastic container so they wouldn't make a mess. As well, he grabbed at least five of the notebooks sitting on his shelf, and a bag full of pens. He may not have written much these days, but he figured that during downtime on the ship during travel, he would have a decent amount of free time for this kind of thing. He also grabbed a small, more neatly bound notebook where he kept medical records. Nothing official, just notes and information about various patients. He used it because it was easier to remember everything -- he didn't have much of a memory as it was. He finished packing and closed his bag. He slung it over his shoulder.
Jay returned to where everyone was meeting with the two bags -- his doctor's bag and his personal effects. He set them against the wall as he re-entered the parlor. "Alright," he said, "I'm good to go. Just point where." He wasn't sure where the ship was, or which one it was. He may have passed it, but he wasn't paying much attention and he figured it would be easier to ask and know for sure rather then stumbling onto the wrong ship.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 19:34:08 GMT -5
Morse understood what Longstreet was referring to. Even if many of them standing there didn’t he knew what was happening. Some people had bad tendencies of letting their sin of greed get in the way of their conscious thought. Morse was not in any sense of the word exempt from the clutches of avarice, but he was very good about keeping it in check with his strong concentration on self preservation. Others on the other hand were not nearly as good about it as he was. This was something he’d come to notice over a long period of time. During the war there were even people like that, who would go on a smuggling run, and sell off whole stocks, pocket the money, and tell their superior that they had come under attack and had to make a quick getaway. Morse was not among that group, but he and Longstreet both knew a number of people that did. This is why Morse knew exactly what Longstreet had in mind.
”I’m guessin’ his commissions about to see a shift.” Morse mentioned. He knew well enough what Steve and his crew did. More specifically what he and his crew did not do. They were acting more as “caretakers”, but even that wasn’t the most appropriate word for it. They were more like Joy riders going here and there as they pleased, without any real sense of direction or understanding where they were going, why they were doing it, or who had given them the capacity for it.
Morse straightened himself up. ”Either way, I don’t care.” Morse said. ”I’ll send you word once we’re on the other side a Xuan Wu…. If I remember.” Morse continued, referring to the formal name of primary star of the Kalidasa system. He said stepping out. The youngest looking one of the group he was now taking with him came right back in and asked where to go. Like the others, he had no idea what this man did. ”That big red ship out fronts probably a good guess.” He said with his general tone of superiority, as though he was looking down on him. He walked right out of the building and off towards the ship.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 19:34:30 GMT -5
Ilana jogged into the warehouse to gathered up her tools. Hawkeye wasn't in here. She figured he was in his shuttle because the door was open. She gathered her tool sets up and put them in the toolbox, along with several other things that didn't come in a set. She was anxious to be on her way. She was fine when she knew she was working here, but now that plans had changed, she wanted to get on with it. She set the toolbox and duffel on top of the crate.
She walked over to the wall where there was a small sink, beside the workbench. She turned the faucet on and pumped soap into her hands. She washed the grease off of her hands and arms, then rinsed. She splashed a little water on her face, knowing she probably had some grease there too. When she rubbed a little, she felt a tender spot and glanced up into the smeared, downright filthy mirror. She had a nice blue golfball on her forehead. She sighed and grabbed a shop towel out of the pile beside the sink and started drying her hands. A spider crawled up her arm and she let out a high, girly squeal - it was loud, but not loud enough to carry outside, she hoped it wasn't loud enough to carry into the shuttle. She knew she must have looked like an idiot trying to get that spider off of her, dancing around and flailing her arms like someone in a fit, but she just couldn't help it - she was terrified of those things. She stomped it when it hit the ground, and was glad Hawkeye hadn't come out of the shuttle yet. That would have been a little embarrassing. She shivered and said under her breath, "Nasty little bastards."
She turned back to the crate, slung her duffel over her shoulder, and picked up the crate, leaving the toolbox sitting on it. Then she headed out of the warehouse and toward the ship.
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Post by Jay Fuller on May 5, 2012 19:34:50 GMT -5
Jay looked out the door to the large red ship. "Right, I guess it would." He grabbed his large bag with his personal effects and slung it over his shoulder, grabbed the doctor's bag, and followed Morse. Jay watched in awe as he approached. He had never been on a ship quite this large. The majority of the ships he'd been on were small transport ships. He couldn't suppress an excited grin as he walked on deck
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