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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:23:23 GMT -5
<Two hours after Annexation Pt 2>
Marcus sat on the bridge, on a stool in front of the communications console. The cortex window slide and collapsed as Marcus navigated to the private channel for Darrel Harlon.
He sat alone on the bridge, Marcus had sent Hamlin to help finish washing the blood away from the walls and the deck. He'd flushed the bodies himself, and after all was said and down he was glad his new medic hadn't had to do any work on his new crew.
Now he was calling Dare, on his own ship.
Would he ask? What would Marcus tell him?
"Best if you don't ask." Simple as that. He hit 'Contact' and waited for the relay to connect.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:24:19 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye wasn't happy, the captain had commandeered his bridge, damn it was odd calling the little fellow captain, he said he needed to access the cortex, why couldn't Marcus access the cortex from his own damn room, and now Hawkeye had to scrub blood off the walls. So here Hawk was scrubbing the walls with Jay, it was surprising how much blood was left behind from what 10 guys who were killed relatively cleanly, most were killed with the first shot, why was there so much blood, and where the heck had Ilana gotten off to?
Hawkeye threw down his rag, finally the cleaning was done. Hawkeye picked up his bucket, and dumped it down a waste shaft, and once the bucket was empty, Hawkeye stacked it in the closet, and headed back towards the bridge. As Hawkeye neared the bridge he noticed that the door had been closed, what was Marcus up to? Hawkeye approached the door, but there was nothing to be heard, but then he thought he could hear the slightest sound, Hawk's curiosity got the better of him and he pressed his ear tightly to the door, still he could hear nothing, so he decided to head to the galley, where another cortex screen was located and hopefully, he'd be able to use his limited knowledge of these comm systems to eaves drop a little.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:27:23 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
The words "Jiànlì liánjiē" moved on the back screen, which faded between colors of black, blue, and purple. The connection was going a long way, but it wouldn't take long. It was more then just the connection, it was also a matter of the person on the other end picking up in a timely fashion. It went through this cycle for close to a minute. Then on the screen it altered color to a bright orange. This was just a cosmetic effect, but the words changed to "Zhǔnbèi". A box formed on the screen and then on it there appeared an older man. He wore a coat and a scarf, which he was seen in frequently.
"You sure like to change where you call from." Dare said. In his hand he lifted a long fresh cigar and put it in his mouth. "And you aint much for callin' at opportune times" He said. He was still on the screen but he was visibly looking around for something.
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Post by Jay Fuller on May 3, 2012 18:28:28 GMT -5
Jay hadn't spoken since the fight scene earlier. In fact, he hadn't said anything. He felt like a loser for freaking out and staying behind during the battle. It wasn't even very long, and only a couple men, but the idea of it all had him overwhelmed. Now that they were on a new ship, Jay was anxious to go into his room and get things settled. He hadn't had a chance yet because of how quickly they switched ships. And, next thing he knew, he was asked to scrub blood. He tried not to gag as he began scrubbing, the metallic smell sill lingering around.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:29:15 GMT -5
Marcus shrugged as the old man came onto the screen. "I can never keep track of what time is where in this damn verse. Thought I'd let you know I'm on my way to pay you your share of Burts's bounty. I might need some more work in the immediate. I've come into ownership of a Jo Lynn and command of a crew. Both of which I'd like to keep fed and flying."
He realized this is the sort of thing he could have sent a recorded wave for rather than an actual call. Oh well.
"So I'm heading out from Beaumonde, plenty of time, but I figured I'd let you know now so I don't just drop down on yeh."
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:29:46 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
The man was still looking for something and half of him was off screen for a moment."Yǒu nǐ" He said coming back in with satisfaction. He had a box of matches, and he was picking on out. "Awe, Aint that nice" Dare said holding the cigar in his mouth and striking the match at the other end to light it. He started to puff on it. His tone suggested a strong lack of concern in what he had been told, but he would never turn down money. It was most likely that he was just concentrating on getting his cigar, as he couldn't go anywhere, or do very much without a drink and a smoke, and certainly not without at least one of each.
After the cigar was lit and billowing a small amount of smoke Dare took it from his mouth and held it in his fingers. "You sure work fast. Come in as a drifter, and now you got a ship." Dare said. His eyebrows went up and then down a moment. "Course I don't imagine that you paid for the ship." Dare said. He didn't know what the classification was of the ship, he'd look it up later. But he knew that Marcus hadn't had enough money to buy something much better then an 'iron-atmo-coffin'. Dare moved towards his little control for his cortex terminal and did something, most likely saving the channel so that when it called again he'd know who it was without seeing who was on the screen.
"So what, you want me to see if I can find anything else for you to do?" Dare said putting the cigar back into his mouth, though he was still moving things on his terminal with the control. So while was facing the screen, he wasn't looking at the person on the other end.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:30:07 GMT -5
Marcus shrugged at Dare's claim, but nodded at his question. "That's the size of it. This ship's got a nice pair of holds. If that helps at all." He knew the man would be search up the specs on the model of the vessel, but it did well for him to show he at least recognized some of his vessel's traits.
"We're putting out of orbit inside the hour. I'll call back when I'm in orbit." He ended the call and got up from his seat. Rolling his shoulders and opening the door, gingerly. There was still some blood on his hands from moving the bodies.
He moved down the hall and made for the stairs that would take him to the galley.
<End Beginnings Anew>
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