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Post by Accomplice on Jun 6, 2011 21:30:40 GMT -7
Anton waved over Gaius, indicating an empty chair at the table around which they crowded. "We're headin' into FIPK space, to a secure asteroid base, where, provided we aren't shot down, we're to land. Followin' this, the four of us are to restore a heavily damaged, high-performance vessel to space-worthyness, steal it, and fly it off the aforementioned asteroid without the aforementioned mercenaries blowing us to stardust." Following this burst of pent-up frustration, Anton took a long draw from the cup of lukewarm coffee he held. He slowly placed the coffee back on the table as he looked around at his partners-in-crime. "So, any ideas?"
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Post by Apples on Jun 6, 2011 23:12:48 GMT -7
There was a tense silence following the outburst where all the room's occupants just stared at each other or the various damaged fixtures about the room. A moment later the silence was broken. "Well, I've never worked with any Greyson Class ships, but if we can find any schematics either beforehand or aboard the ship I can probably take care of most of the repairs. We don't even know what's wrong with it, so I can't guarantee that I can fix it, or even give a time estimate, but I can probably get the Trinova space-worthy given enough time. However that's probably the limit of what I can do. If you lot can get me to the ship I'll do what I can."
He looked at all the faces staring at him. What did they hold? Trust? Suspicion? Hope? Hate? He'd never been able to read people anywhere near as well as he could read blueprints. Aside from the small amount of conversation they'd had, he had no idea who these people were. Under normal circumstances he'd like to keep it that way. Anyone here was probably not someone he wanted to associate with. Nonetheless, if they were going into a suicide mission together he at least wanted to know the men he was going to die with.
He stared at the recent arrival to the room, the man who had been drunk earlier. "Gaius, was it? I'm..." He paused and thought for a moment. Did he trust these people with his real name? If they pulled this off, would they use it to find him again? He shivered at the thought. "Call me Smith. May I ask who the rest of you are? If we have any chance of succeeding we'll have to trust each other."
The words felt dirty in his mouth. He was talking about trust, but still using an obvious alias. 'Mr. Smith,' how much more unoriginal could he be? He just hoped that his foul company either weren't smart enough to realize that, didn't care about knowing his real name, or were smart enough to overthink it and assume that Smith was his real name by merit of the fact that nobody would use an alias so obvious.
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Post by Accomplice on Jun 15, 2011 23:00:05 GMT -7
Anton smiled to himself as "Smith" talked. The man had kept his face even as he talked, but you didn't get far in Anton's business if you didn't learn how to read people. The man might be lying, he might not be, the hints had been subtle. Still, it didn't matter. As long as everyone accepted it, a name was a name.
"I'm Anton. Anton Reed. I don't know the first thing about ships, that'll be all you" he said, waving his cup in Smith's general direction, "but I'll bet I'll know a thing or two about whatever's on that ship that the Boss's so keen 'n gettin' his hands on."
Anton took another sip. Wretched stuff, but he needed the caffeine. And the synthehol from the whisky he had mixed in. "And I've done some business with these guys before, if I tell them I'm desperate" (with this ship, they wouldn't question that) "and lookin' for scrap to buy, they might let us dock."
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Tedd B.
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"Free Rides and Coffin Surffer"
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Post by Tedd B. on Jun 16, 2011 22:23:37 GMT -7
"I have almost nothing to do with the task at hand, I will be fixing up those of you that survive either the main onslaught or after it is all done with." Garth stated rather matter of factually, all the while analyzing each in turn with his cybernetic eye. Well, now that he had the measurements stored in his memory without any conscious effort, he had work to do and retreated from the main group.
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Raistlin
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The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination. ~Einstein
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Post by Raistlin on Jun 22, 2011 15:48:18 GMT -7
“Well besides my name, perhaps it is worth noting that I’m here to make sure we’re not blown to stardust.” Gaius calmly stated as he looked intently at Mr. Reed, who was now drinking away his anxiety just as Gaius had done earlier aboard the Kelarius Sphere. The only difference was that coffee was Reed's antidote, rather than several shots of single malt scotch.
“Mr. Reed, I can accompany you on the asteroid as you make terms with the mercenaries. If things get ‘dirty’, Decimus and I (Gaius pulls out his polished Walter 9000) can make sure you don’t come to any harm. I’d rather avoid a bloodbath though, so let’s do things right the first time.” Gaius now turned his attention to the so-called ‘Mr. Smith’.
“And I agree with you completely, Mr…‘Smith’, was it? I hope you’ll come to trust me, despite the impression I’ve left so far. You may find that such trust will save your lives one day.” With that, Gaius smiled and slumped comfortably back in his chair. Raising his mug, he said, “May we all die in beds at ninety-five, shot by the jealous husband of a gorgeous young wife. Cheers.”
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Raistlin
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The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination. ~Einstein
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Post by Raistlin on Jun 22, 2011 16:57:20 GMT -7
((This is roughly what Gaius looks like. While character descriptions can do a lot, I thought it might be nice if we posted images.)) Attachments:
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Post by Apples on Jun 22, 2011 23:44:47 GMT -7
((Raistlin, as nice as the pictures idea is, I would like to point out that this is a writing forum and therefore I think it would be nicer if instead of posting pictures that you may or may not own the copyright for you just incorporate as much character description as possible into your posts. Let mind and imagination do the rest.))
"Well then, I think we have the inklings of a plan now. Maybe we'll live through this after all." Smith smiled what was perhaps the first genuine smile since this affair began. He didn't like the job, the ship, the company, or the circumstances, but the thought of getting out alive was a good one. He raised his glass to meet Gaius's toast. "Cheers."
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Post by Accomplice on Jun 23, 2011 22:32:53 GMT -7
The smiles were infectious, and Anton couldn't help but join in as he raised his glass to meet his companions'. "When we land, we'll have probly a day or two until dock control starts wonderin' why we haven't left yet. After that I might be able to stall them if I say we're havin' engine problems, but it's no sure thing. Whatever you need to do " Here anton was cut off by a electronic voice emanating from the control console: "arrival at system GSU-7's gravity well in twenty minutes, prepare for transfer to sub-light drive for final approach" Anton continued as if nothing had happened "you'd better do it fast."
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