again cam?

meanwhile, the Hazat have rushed over one of their specialists.. an obun with knowledge about Gargoyles

you're gonna get mass murderer off all the times you've killed me in one fashion or another

Hey, Josh. What is your character's name?

Johan

i guess you'll wanna know what he looks like too eh?

sure.

yes cameron?

A guide went rogue and now has posted all the guide stuff online, along with his own custom hack program

so dont they check guides more thoroughly than that?

((fencing, heh heh heh))

tien freaks the eskatonics out

anything/anybody else?

~~~ IC ~~~

::The midafternoon sun burns an eerie crimson, warming the air but the chill of winter is evident every time the wind blows hard, casting the rich teal grass onto the ground as if bowing away from the wrath of their god... the starport is sedate and quiet but for the interludes of this wind, perhaps a harbinger of the sirroco, perhaps a warning to leave quickly... the young Obun was weary from his rushed journey to the spaceport, and Ruiz took him onto the craft to show him his quarters... Elena is in the ship doing final tuneups... the other 4 of you stand discussing terms with the new pilot at the base of the ramp::

So genta-man, I overstand you beh in need of a pilot.

::maria leans, bored, against a strut::

::when she's not looking he tosses a small stone at her then looks away::

How much dis gig be paying?

::she glances down, mutters something about bugs, then looks away again::

Sitting crosslegged infront of the gargoyle::

::grins at the sound of payment:: You tell me sir, how much are you worth?

((think i should point out that Johan's eyes are covered by a pair of glasses similar to welders goggles)) I dunno, why don't you tell I how much you willin ta pay.

The eternal graditue of the pancreato

Johan be one o' de best, but I knows the market will only be bearin so much.

((pancreator))

::tien can hear them talking down the ramp, but cant see them from where the gargoyle is

::reachs out and touches the gargoyle::

stowed, lashed in a corner of the hold::

::Ric taps his foot impatiently. He knows his presence here is only to make the bargain...

"Official Hazat Business"::

What do you say 4 firebirds a jump?

8.

::grins:: 5.

((what is Jahan's rank?))

::a big grin reveals a mouthful of staight gleaming white teeth:: 7

((Commander))

6, my final offer.

::the gargoyle shivers a bit under tien's hand, caged electricity::

Well, I and I know that some be paying upwards o 20 a jum, but I figures mebbe you be

interesting, but mebbe not that interesting.

::the smile is still there, but its cold now::You wouldn't be tryin to take advantage of

Johan now would ye?

Yes, I would.

No, to your price, ::thinks::

I like dat. Show's ye balls.

Well, you see if'n you can be find a pilot for dat piss poor sum round in here.

::at this maria sniffs and heads up the ramp to her quarters::

30 firebirds to get us back to where we are going. Any others after that are 18.

Take in mind this is per jump.

Where ye heading?

Aragon.

((the first 20 minutes are just 99 cents, then it's just 10 cents a minute after that))

((what if I call on Tuesday?))

((Johan is normally makes between 200 and 300 Fbs a year. That averages to about 1FB per da

((99 cents))

::the warmth returns::I and I t'ink dat be a most gen'rous offa.

::extends a hand::You got youself a pilot.

Good ::takes his hand:: Nice to have you on board. Don't get us killed.

::laughs::I and I manage dat jus' fine, no worry.

((afk fas))

::looks at An:: Are we done now?

((bak))

((wbysob))

::looks to Ric and squints:: Yes... ::brushes past him and back into the ship::

((ivgtbbysbb))

::Meditate in front of the gargoyle until we are ready to leave the planet.::

((What?))

::grabs his gear and heads into the ship::

::shakes his head, sighs and goes onto the ship::

::Ricardo notices that Tien is still praying, doing the equalivant of rosery.::

::Johan is immediately made aware of the giant shape lashed into the corner of the hold::

::walks quietly through the cargo bay so as not to disturb Tien::

::it reaches towards the ceiling, and dwarfs the small brown priest before it::

::stares, at least that's what it might be, the grin vanishing:: Shit mon.

((do i get any kind of vibe off of it?))

((speaking of which, josh knows what the npcs look like, but everyone else should give character descriptions))

::stifling a laugh at Jo's comment::

::Finising the last set of prayers...: Ah, you must be the new captain.

::looks at Ric::You got a pro'lem baas?

::Rises to meet the pilot::

It's just like you've never seen a gargoyle before.

((what kind of vibe would you expect to get off of it?))

::Sign of the jumpgate cross:: Good to meet you sir.

::Smiles::

::nods to Tien::I be dat, truly.

::Extends hand::

::looks at Ric::Neva dis close mon. You steal dis t'ing?

::takes hand, bows slightly::

::Smile leaves Tien's face:: No, we do not steal.

Borrow den.

We have found and recovered this.

A wonderful creation, is it not.

::without looking back and going towards his room:: We stole it.

::Laughs, kind of serious:: He jests.

Truly dread mon, truly dread.

Oh, please. We never would have made it past the starport authorities if we stole it.

Dread?

::winks at Tien::

I dun t'ink so. These kind t'ings always bring trouble.

::laughs and shuts his door behind him::

::Smiles and nods to the lord::

Dread....holy and not, beautiful and not all at the same time. Like de face of God.

Tell me pilot, what is your name?

::about this point a young woman with her hair pulled into a bun, her gray coveralls laced..

Johan.

by streaks of soot and grease, walks out of a door in the side of the hold::

::Tien tries to imagion a ace for the Pancreator...::

Hey, you must be the new pilot ::she wipes her hand on a rag and extends it:: Elena

::mutters under his breath "Jah protect I"::

((face))

::shakes hand::Johan, you be I's engineer?

::she takes a moment to figure out the diction:: Yes, I'm acting Engineer for this ship

Good. 'ow she runnin?

As well as can be expected... I don't think it liked being in the storm

Storm?

Yeah, a couple of weeks back

::looks skyward::She take some damage?

It's hard to tell.. the static electricity burned out a few boards but it's hard to tell.

if it had any other effects

Diagnostic runs clean though

::as the discusiion moves to Guild talk, Ric quietly dismisses himself and heads to Maria's

So you, been 'ere a few weeks den? Don't trust a program, trust the 'ngineer. What you say

...quarters::

about her runnings?

((she got cool runnings))

Should be fine, but i'll definately want to get a full overhall done when we get back home just to make sure

((smart ass))

((And on that note I shoot ric))

Johan. I hear confessions in my quarters. Right over there. That door. ::Points::

Please come to me before you asre ready to lerave.

(("pretty please, i swear, i hear confession"))

::nods, thinking::You tell I and I if der be a problem or such, aight?

((and these people don't believe in confession...))

Yes.. i'll be sure to tell you... and you ::she quirks an eybrow as she goes back into the room::

::looks at Bro::Why I and I need confess to anyt'ing?

It is always a good thing to unburden the soul before any long journey.

If you say so.

::maria's door opens to Ric's knock::

:;Smiles:: It is good to have you aboard.

::Returns to the gargoyle::

Good to be aboard. Space de only truly free place.

::heads in the direction of the bridge::

((and Tien is abandoned))

::the door at the center of the hallway opens to reveal a bank of console and a broad canopy that gives an impressive view of the sky, but it polarized to shield out the sunlight::

ahhhhh....home.

::one chair commands the controls, while two more sit near the walls for navigation and computation::

::tosses his small bag of gear down, takes a seat::

::begins running through the set up of the ship::

::leans against the doorway:: Yes my brother?

I just needed someone who could hold a real conversation. This Guild banter...::shakes head:

::the ship hums to life with only a couple of ominous clanks and blinking LEDs which are quickly returned to darkness, the ramp lifts and the entire craft shivers in anticipation::

::laughs loudly::

::she gives a wan smile:: And they're so vulgar.

Oops. Sounds like our pilot is anxious to get away. I'll see you after we break atmosphere.

::she nods and shuts her door, heading for her acceleration couch::

::shuts the ship down, heads aft::

((that would be toward the rear of the ship for those of you not familiar with nautical terms))

::starts heading for his own quarters::

::ric and jo pass each other in the hall::

Is there a problem, Captain?

::stands amidships::E'rybody ready? ::yelled out::

Neh, just wanted to see if she start.

::there's a thunk as elena secures the door to the engine room, then she walks out and makes sure the moorings on the gargoyle are secure::

I gotta co-pilot, or I runnin alone?

::smirks:: if we had a co-pilot we wouldnt have been so desperate for a pilot

You do not have a student, Pilot?

::Turns to face the pilot::

::rolls his eyes:Did I ask for a run down of your problems? ::accent vanishes::

No, father, I have no student.

::blinks::

Now, I'll be ready to kick out in about an hour, any unfinished business you guys have dirt-side, I'd suggest you get done stat.

CAll me brother. I am a joureyman.

We're more than ready to go

Whatever father. ::heads back toward the bridge::

::takes a seat at nav, adn starts punching in the course headings::

::Rises and heads for him room, to receive confession of the pilot.::

::jo notices immediately a carelessly set aside pile of small cylinders that examination reveals to be jumpkeys::

HEY!!!! Who left the keys laying around?

::his voice pitched to carry, and expecting an answer::

::walks into the cockpit:: Fizz, our last pilot, more than likely

Stupid fucker. ::stores the keys properly::

::mumbles an assent and heads back to her quarters::

::returns to punching in the course headings::

::goes to his quarters::

::humming to himself, the funeral dirge::

::finishes, runs a quick systems check and diagnostic::

::hts the com button::Pilot to crew. prepare for kick off.

::engages the ship::

::mouthing the words:: Kick off?

::elena comes out, wearing a fresh jumpsuit of darker gray, and sits in the com chair to

jo's left::

::heads for the bridge::

((the communications chair, or the commander's chair))

((the computer chair, there is no official copilot seat in here))

::Opens the door:: Ah, pilot. I would like to lead us all in Saint Paulas' prayer before we leave on this journey

((ok, tecnically answered my question))

Do what ever you wish father.

((the other chair is the navigator seat))

Where is that button that you pushed?

::looking for button to push::

::presses the comm::Go ahead father, its open.

::Prayer of Saint Paulas ((Previously posted))::

::into the comm::And we're off people. ::does the ship take off stuff and takes off::

::Tien tries to amke it into a chair as the jets fire.::

((Make))

::the wheels begin to roll, backing the ship onto the runway, as a relaxing tech on the ground waves goodbye to his friend Johan in the same motion as giving the signal to go...

::waves, hitting the comm again, but not for open broadcast::Stay safe freind.

the wheels turn faster and faster as the ship heads down the runway until the wings catch the roaring wind and tien is tossed backwards in the navigator's chair... there's a second of glide and then the engines catch and hammer the rest into the...

::still standing::

acceleration beds and knocking Johan into his seat...

((fucker))::as johan slides into his chair::

the wings flip back, tossing the ship into a near vertical assent, much like the reverse of a diving bird of prey... the sun glares across the canopy and the ship barrels upward...

WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!

into the clear bluegreen sky...

once enough altitude is reached the main engines erupt, tossing the ship to even more...

::Struggling:: Pancreator....Preserve....Us.

Great rush isn't it father! ::laughing::

demanding speed, the rupulsion buffers the only thing keeping you from splattering under the g-force of the climb.. but it does not stop there and finally you burst free of the gravity and atmosphere of the planet, bursting into the starlit void of space and turning towards the jumpgate::

::after a moment the hum of the stabalizer buffers ceases and the artificial gravity begins,

Isn't there an easier way?

you're free to move about::

How lklong to the gate, Johan?

Yeah, but its a lot less fun.

You and CAptain Fizz....

Fizz is a reject. Only a complete and total dumbass would leave the jump keys laying around

I know that you have work to do, all the junk and rocks out there. I'll see you later.

5 or 6 days. Give or take. Tell the Engineer I need to speak with her and the rest of the

crew as soon as possible

I'va available at any time that you need me. ::Turns to leave::

::Looks at the engineer, sitting in the other chair::

::elena turns a foot to the right and says:: yes? ::since she was sitting next to you::

::Leaves the room::

((hmmm. The crew. That would be the pilot and the engineer.))

((i'm aware of that)) I want you and and the rest of the tech crew here for a meeting at your earliest convenience.

Understood?

::smirks:: We're here, what do you need?

::begins punching in the nedw course headings:: And I want a complete systems diagnostic.

Right now.

Sure ::she punches something into the console:: So do you want to meet first or should i do a physical check first?

((he's been on the ship for a few hours, he has no idea what other personel are here))

((it's a small ship, there are 8 rooms))

Either or I don't really care. :not looking up::

((maybe you got midgets, how the hell would i know))

((well... ricardo *was* convinced that maria was hiding in the floorboards))

And I want to meet with the passengers soon, before we jump.

::his tone showing he's used to his orders being followed::

((soon, like 4 or 5 days))

Alright ::she gets up:: computer should be done in a few minutes, i'll go jiggle the wires

((like 4 or 5 hours))

::her tone shows she's used to working with ship captains, and she walks out::

::sits, staring out at the jumpgate::

((before we jump, that's 5 or 6 days))

((i know when we jump, i'm the pilot, remember))

::humming under his breath "...flecked with heiroglyphics.."::

::exits quarters and begins rummaging in cargo area for consumable products::

::heads aft::Finding anything tasty friend?

::looking at the gargoyle::Hell of a thing to steal.

To steal something, someone else must first possess it.

::you notice a form sitting in the shadow under the gargoyle, resting against it.::

((application form? legal form? form letter?))

If you say so. But just becuase you can't see them, doesn't mean they can't see you.

::there's a slight thump in the engine room then a low "ouch"::

:::opens his eyes and grins, not even knowing there were people in the room::

::heads toward the engine room, calling out::Everything ok?

::elena says from within:: yeah, just hit my head

::stops rummaging:: Oh, An. I didn't know you were here.

::takes a seat against a wall::

Just thinking.

Anybody care to tell me how father feels about us techies?

Not really sure.

::pulls a small flask and a rag from his pocket::Anybody mind if I clean my blades?

Not at all.

::looks at Ric:: You mind?

::shrugs and gives permission with a wave of his hand::

::Rises from his cot::

::to An:: So what does the great Reeve think about on this next stage of our journey?

::Opens the door to his room and heads out to find the Don::

I'm not sure.

::with a soft click, a 3ft blade extends from just below the wrist of his right hand::

My Don? ""Approaches and bows::

::metal grates on metal lightly and then the telescoping rapier pops into joint::

Yes, Brother Tien?

((ok, you describe it then))

::Looks at the blade:: I need to speak to you. THe Pancreator has given me a vision of the place where we are heading.

(( just making certain they realize it's an attachement and not just concealed))

Do you wish to speak of it here?

Oh really? We'll talk in a minute ::with motions that speak of practice, he cleans the blade with a soft rag and a small amount of rubbing alcohol from teh flask::

((The blade is part of his arm, or a mechical attachment?))

Sure, go ahead. ::making sure to do a good job::

::shrugs:: Is it something that needs to be discussed privately first?

((part of the arm))

((its coming out just under the wrist joint))

::inspects the blade, then retracts it::

Well, ::Sitting on the floor:: I was riding a great white winged Shantor