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Carn:
Medbay
"Right here boys,"
Alison walks into the room with a mug of coffee.
"We are severely depleted on medical supplies due to recent events. However, we happen to be in my home town, so I'm calling in some favors to get us resupplied, and then some, as cheap as I can. By the way Ulric, when you have a free moment, I want to talk to you, it concerns that sample I showed you."
A worried look passes over Alison's face for a moment before she pops an energy tablet and washes it down with coffee. Sighing she goes over to her desk,
"So what is the final tally on injuries?"
Carn's Quarters
Groaning, Alister opens his eyes and shifts out of bed upon hearing the intercom.
Seems I can't get enough sleep after the battle. Seems like it took forever to get Alison to let me out of the medbay
Alister did not remember much after the battle. He remembered going in and out of consciousness trying to repair the helm, then waking up to an enraged looking Alison who promptly sedated him. He couldn't get her to tell him everything yet, as usual, but she said he was severely exhausted and she wanted to run tests.
No rest for the wicked Alister. And with your record,
He decided to not finish that thought and make his way to the meeting.
Frey's Office
"Reporting for duty sir. Mind if I sit?"
Piemanlives:
--Weather Deck, Eagle's Shadow--
"I hate everything."
Lorena was on the weather deck, since arriving in Vyshtorg the engineering crew had been working in shifts to repair the damage done to the various pieces of equipment during their unprepared bouts at full power. The engineering crews, despite their usual work ethic had taken to lazing about outside, the fresh air a welcome reprieve from the stuffy atmosphere they were used to.
"Oh come on Lorena," Hank sat down next to her with a cup of coffee, "here, have a cup."
"Don't want coffee, just want to sleep." She rolled over into the shadows that dominated the deck.
He shook his head as he lifted her from her resting spot, "Come on, Oh Glorious Overlady, lets get you into bed, you can fix the engines later."
She yawned as they began shuffling off deck, "Swabbies better not touch my engines."
He rolled his eyes, "Can I touch your engines?"
"No."
Oh? "How bout Ewan?"
"He can't either." By now the resting engineers began to take notice.
"Crowe?
"Nope."
The others were beginning to snicker now, "What about you?"
"Go shove yourself up the fuel lines."
He shrugged as the others burst into laughter, Ewan raised a bottle of wine at his misfortune, "You tried Hank."
"Shut up Ewan."
--Gun Deck, Eagle's Shadow--
Amelia was checking the manuals for the weapons on deck, she had never claimed to be experienced but the situation demanded someone take responsibility and get the crew into the shape. With Lorena essentially claiming engineering as her domain Amelia needed a place to be of use, that place was the gunnery deck, where the more... Green engineers had be shifted to.
She continued her rounds, ensuring that the crew was at least learning their equipment and not horrendously breaking things. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on everyone, Amelia herself had stooped to not thinking about it and whilst effective, there was only so much work that could occupy her.
"Um, excuse me, Ms. Lockheart? If you could check our weapon?" One of the engineers was looking at her expectantly.
She sighed, as befitting a head engineer. "Very well, a moment should suffice."
--Navigation Room, Eagle's Shadow--
"Alright, what do you have for me?" Reagan had gathered the nav team and set them on putting a search pattern that would allow them to cover the greatest area in a limited amount of time without putting them into further risk. Goals were locating their lost pilots and the stolen ship, whatever else they found would be a bonus but hell if she was going to let the bastard get away with it without shattering his skull it a million pieces.
"Ma'am, if you would take a look at the map." Several markers had been placed, prospective canyons, deep river valleys and mountain peaks were selected as possible locations for a secret facility, most of the crew had already begun guessing what was going on and Reagan wondered when they were going to officially tell them.
"Mr. Bell, Ms. Morgan, and Mr. Carn, please report to my office."
She sighed, "Alright, finish up here and I'll be back it a bit."
She picked up her coat from a nearby chair and began making her way to his office which wasn't all that far considering. She opened the door, coat over her shoulder as she sat down in a nearby empty chair.
"Alright, so, what's the plan."
--Somewhere--
"Hey, Kei?"
"Yeah Davis?"
He squirmed a little in his bindings "Think you have a way to get out of this?"
She tilted her head and struggled against her own ropes, "Nope."
He hung his head in defeat, "Well, think they're coming to rescue us soon?"
She smirked, "Probably."
He rolled his eyes, "This is called me desperately hoping you're right."
Carn:
Frey's Quarters
"Aside from the obvious, catching Briggs and recovering lost crew, we need to resupply and possibly hire on more crew. I can put out the word on my local contacts, though Ms Alison has considerably more here. I've heard she's trying to get our medical supplies restocked for as reasonable a price as can be managed. Do we have a list of damages and casualties yet, or are we still estimating?"
Silver Corsair:
An Anglean engineer knocks on Frey's door.
"An old friend I grew up with was in town and I know we need crew. He's been around. He was on his way back from Arashi when I saw him. He has been enlisted as a cook, engineer, gunner, and marauder. . . Oh almost forgot if his lordship is still around, err, well, my friend did once steal a ship from him." Engineer
"Well don't stand outside my door jabbing about him. Get him in here." Frey
The two Anglean engineers step inside.
"Sign here. Mr... Owl. Have I heard that name before, Alexander Owl?" Frey
"The Owl cheese factory perhaps. It bares no relation.". Alexander
"You've been down south recently so I 'm assigning you to the city season." Frey
"Thank you Sir." Alexander
C r o w:
An inn, Vystorg
''I heard once or twice the name of every member of that crew, many of them hadn't a nice past.''
A man -legs crossed on the table in front of him- said.
After taking a sip of whatever he had in his mug, he stared blankly in the air for a few seconds.
''All a nice bunch to work with, really. Only I felt like I was in there out of a random even-''
''Stop with the drama and focus for a second, this in an important matter, Emil.''
Interrupted a silver haired girl.
''We are after what could be the last cell of what is the terroristic group that had such a large part to play in the Civil War. You also swore to avenge the Cryer, remember?''
''And if the is the problem..''
She smirked.
''...is feeling in there out of a random event, why don't you just apply officially?''
The man stood there with a surprised look on his face for a few seconds, then he quickly stood up.
''A vow's a vow.''
He whispered as he remembered the events that had happened during the Great Baronite Civil War.''
Putting his hat back on and throwing behind himself his mug along with some coins, the man started walking out of the inn.
''Very well, let us go!''
he said beckoning the girl to follow him.
On the streets of Vystorg
''We are gonna need something to apply for tho...''
The man glanced at his companion.
''I guess you'll go for the gunnery deck, since you have a natural talent.''
The girl nodded.
''But where could I go? Mmmhhh...''
''Why don't you apply as deck aide? You are quite the cartographer, and can handle quite the pressure.''
''Sely, I know I'm a good strategist, but i'm also the worst tactician I know.''
''Then why don't you go for the cook?''
The question was met with much surprise from both.
Both started giggling from the prospect.
''Now, I say I'm going to apply as armsman, backup pilot and cook. I may not be the best man for any of those tho. Mmmhhh.''
''Nah, that'd be just you being you: jack of all trades, master of none.''
''Well then, it's decided. Now I just need to find a proper pen to write and some wax to apply the official baronite sigil and our application form is good to go!''
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