((Yeah, I heard the Russian whatyamaycallit is going to not allow American's to adopt their children anymore :(. No, Stet doesn't have to wear the uniform. The civilians don't have to do that. Sorla, I know Sean doesn't have any military training, but he isn't a civilian so he has to wear the uniform.))
((Wouldn't he be wearing coveralls and work boots if he's working in the engine room? Or is the uniform only for when he's out and about the ship?))
((I was thinking about that and I'm not entirely sure. I'm thinking he could manage in the engine room with a uniform. The spaceships aren't that greasy but you could probably get away with him wearing his uniform casually (rolled up sleaves, no vest on, you know?)))
((OK, I wasn't sure if Stet was considered part of the 'crew' or not.
Wears(Stet): A set of dark, deimn, bib overalls, a plain v-neck t-shirt usaully black, navy blue, or red. He has dark tan working boots that his jean overall cuffs hang over. He usaully has a white apron on when he's in the kitchen, though he refuses to wear a chef hat though.
Yeah Putin is trying to block all adopton by Americans, I think he may have done that all ready, I'm not sure though. :-( ))
((Oh, Stet is part of the crew, he just isn't part of the military crew.
Putin is waiting till the end of 2013 though (I think), he's giving us a head-start.))
((Yes, I'm writing up my first post right now XD))
Captain Sebastian Rabottini stood in the center of the Sagittarius cargo hold, his hands clasped firmly behind his back and his mouth pressed into its customary line as he observed his crew all lined up in two professional rows before him. He counted about seventeen fine men and women. Sebastian found himself in a rather exhilarating and at the same time disconcerting position. For nine years he had been standing to the Captain's right, as his Executive Officer Major Veicht now stood beside him. Now he was the captain. He was there to guide everyone under his command and there was no one to guide him. Exhilarating...but scary. Once before, in a far away time, he had served as Acting Captain, but then his crew had been his friends and they had all, including him, only wanted to get back home. Everybody knew it wasn't permanent.
The far distant Titan sun rays cut through the thick glass of the large bay window opposite the airlock sealed door from where the crew had entered and traveled across the steel plated floor of the cargo hold in thin orange lines. There were quite a few storage boxes of supplies, food rations, and crew belongings piled around the large room's perimeter. Sagittarius was cleared to depart in twenty minutes; in the meantime, Sebastian was to acquaint himself with his crew and make a speech.
The Envoy he was commissioned to ferry to Ganymede—which was a three week journey—had arrived five minutes before and now stood to his far left in front of the bay window, the profiles of the two delegates and SIGMA Captain were only silhouettes cast in shadow from the sunlight behind them. The Observer New Japan has appointed stood alone in his own place approximately six feet to the side of the bay window, hands behind his back and watching the proceedings with keen interest.
Rabottini was not a good speech maker and he knew it. He wished he could skip the part about articulating his pride of having such a fine crew, or maybe have Ave do it for him. The thought of leaving and letting Major Veicht do the talking crossed his mind, but Sebastian knew his Executive Officer would be wanting a speech from him as well. That and there was no way he could just abandon his crew, they'd done nothing deserving of such treatment. This was his first ship and hopefully his last, he had no intention of losing either Sagittarius or the loyalty of the crew standing to attention before him.
Clearing his throat, Sebastian paused a moment before speaking. "Good evening. I can't say I'm very good at talking, and frankly, I'm probably worse at my other social skills," nobody laughed at his dry humor. "You look like a fine crew of good men and women and I'm expecting better than exemplary performance from you. Sagittarius is a warship. I am her Captain, and you are her crew. As such our mission is above anything else to protect the boarders of our free home: The Republic of Epsilon. However, for now, we are embarking on a three week voyage to Ganymede. The Foreign Minister and her envoy are our guests. You will all report directly to my Executive Officer, Major Veicht. We have authorization to clear the space dock in fifteen minutes. I'd personally like to make that appointment on time," Sebastian paused, but then added: "Don't insult the Ambassador. Understood?"
A unanimous "Captain, yes sir!" issued from the crew.
Sebastian nodded, pleased. "Stations!"
The crew started filing out of the cargo hold and to their separate posts, some up to the bridge and others down to the engine room.
((By the way, between "Dry humor" and "You look like a fine crew" there should be "Sebastian changed tact."
So it should read:
Nobody laughed at his dry humor. Sebastian changed tact. "You look like a fine crew of good men and women...."))
Stet inspected the kitchen. He walked around and look the multiple large ovens, opening the ovens up he looked inside, they were spacious, which was good, there were a lot of people to cook for on this ship. Stet continued his inspection, checking the food storage to see what he had to work with, he also checked the crew roster for any allergies he needed to be careful off.
Stet tied his apron on and grabbed an oversized bag of coffee grounds, if there was one thing he knew it was that the first time out a ship made people nervous, when people were nervous they didn't sleep well and needed an energy boost. Therefore he should start making the coffee up. He got a step stool to be able to reach the top of the coffee maker and poured the coffee beans in, he started the machine up and but the bag away.
"Good now that the coffee's brewing let's what else is in this kitchen." Stet told himself. He looked around and checked out all the other machinery in the kitchen. All the machinery seemed to be in working order so Stet checked that off his check list and started going through the food supplies to double check and make sure he had everything he needed for the trip. He's already done this check list when he first got on the ship this morning but he double checking it now. He checked the dishes for the third time for any breaks or chips in them.
Stet was a very thorough about his job and didn't want anything to be missing or broken before they started on their journey.
Sean saluted the captain and bolted none to gracefully down to the engine room. He had already inspected the machinery, and it was very high quality. Sean set to work prepping the engine to leave atmo. He had already set up a hammock by the wall, figuring he would be in the engine room a lot anyways, and if there was an emergency, he wanted to be as close as he could. Hopefully the captain wouldn't mind, but hey, what the captain didn't know wouldn't kill him. Sean wasn't inconveniencing anyone by sleeping in the engine room. As the machine whirred to life, Sean grabbed the intercom to the control room. "Ready for takeoff." He said. "Take it easy until we're out of atmo, the engine needs to warm up."
Mal watched everyone leave and go to their posts after the captain's briefing. He was told an Epsilon officer would be making contact with him in a week's time. The whole thing was strange to him. Why would they employ an ex rebel on Sagittarius? Why would they trust him at all? He was really sick of being left in the dark and not knowing what to do. At least Mal was good at improvisation. Luckily his new ID had his real first name, because he wouldn't be able to remember anything else. He had no idea if the captain knew his identity or purpose being here, because he was told little other then "keep a low profile and report everything back to your Epsilon contact". As Mal made eye contact with the SIGMA captain, he realized why he was here. The Epsilon Republic hadn't gotten this far by trusting everyone. Mal was supposed to be a spy.
Raise nervously clutched at the tablet she was holding. Her boots tapped against the floor of the starship. One thing that made Raise really nervous was flying, she did a lot of it as the Ambassador's secretary but it still made her jumpy to begin with.
Raise looked down at the tablet in her hand, 15 minutes until they left space dock. She turned to the Ambassador and looked up at her,
"15 minutes until we leave, Ambassador, ma'am." she told her calmly. She wiped wiped her sweaty palms against her jeans. She'd ben working with the Ambassador for two years now and was still slightly intimidated by her height, Raise had to tilt her head back to look into the Ambassadors eyes.
Raise wished she'd gotten more sleep last night, but her nightmares had been terrible, she'd barely slept an hour in total. Raise shivered thinking of it, the nightmares were mostly of what happened in the streets, there were some other memories, but the streets were the worst so far. Raise checked her tablet to see what time it was, still around 15 minutes until they left. She went and looked out the window nervously, chewing on her lip as she stared out of the glass.
((Lol, That's really weird, Honor. I was just writing up my post for Aveyare and the Ambassador was just telling Raise not to be nervous! LOLZ!!! But anyway guys, don't go too fast.))
((Yeah, I know :P. Oh, by the way, Honor, Aveyare is wearing sunglasses. She can see, but she has to have the glasses on to do so.))
Ambassador Rumon would have rolled her eyes at Sebastian's speech if she could. Turning to look down at her assistant, Miss Anishin, she said, "Don't be nervous, Raise. This'll be a long journey and perhaps you'll make a few friends. In the meantime, why don't you go up and save me a seat in the lounge. I'd like a nice view of take off. Oh, and don't forget to take all that baggage I brought along up to our room." Leaving Raise to go do her bidding, Aveyare strode up to her old friend, Sebastian Rabottini. "Sad speech," she said.
Sebastian unclasped his hands and looked at her sideways. "Thanks."
"No problem." Aveyare watched the rest of the crew members leave to go do their duties. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Sebastian started toward the ladder up to the second level of the ship. "I'm thinking I need to report to the bridge and take this baby out."
"I can see you're feeling thirty again." Aveyare trailed after him. She was feeling like a small bite to eat.
Sebastian suddenly rounded on her, his finger pointing. "Now I know what you're thinking but don't do it. This ship isn't a star-cruiser and take-off isn't going to be that stable. Lay off the food."
Aveyare's spirits deflated. "I was hoping you weren't going to say that."
Alec and Elizabeth
Alec did a customary salute before starting his way down the ship corridors, followed suit by his pupil, and on this ship nurse, Elizabeth. "So tell me again why we have to do this..." She mumbled, looking over and tugging at her uniform. Alec looked back with a smile. "The pay is good, and we're contributing to something. You'll get used to it, trust me." He whispered, Elizabeth simply rolling her eyes. They made it to the sickbay, the chief of medical going through the supplies and making sure he was fully stocked. Elizabeth assisted him in this duty. "Plus, you're on a real spaceship, not those simulations they put you through."
"Yeah, I know. It's awe inspiring, the view."
"The first time, of course..." He chuckled, drifting into his work.
((Sorla, lolz! What on earth? Oh, wait, we're not on earth.))
(( Ugh. Once again, nameless is me. :I ))
"Yes, ma'am." she said quietly. Raise wasn't sure about friends, she usually kept herself busy working or studying to avoid trying to make friends, she wasn't good at socializing, in fact she really disliked it and only did it when her job required it.
Raise picked up in the bags, slinging her duffle-backpack across her back and grabbing the handles of the two suitcase she trudged off to their rooms. She dragged the suitcases along behind her and did her best to stay out of the way of people hurrying down the hallway, the suitcases were both large and bulky, hard to maneuver in small spaces, Raise kept bumping into the walls with the suit cases.
Finally she got to the rooms, Raise went into the Ambassador's rooms and placed the suit cases near the wardrobe, she turned the bed spread down and then unpacked for the Ambassador, making sure it would be easy for the Ambassador to get at things and checking small bits of trash or anything on the floor that would hurt the Ambassador's feet if she stepped on them.
Raise again checked the time, unpacking had taken a while, she didn't have that long until take off so to speak and she still had to drop off her gear and go claim a spot in the lounge for the Ambassador. Raise was used to tight scheduling though so time crunches didn’t faze her or make her panic.
Stet entered the lounge area and checked it out. The lounge would be where snacks would be served when needed and where most people would hang out on free time. That meant Stet had to keep it in tip top shape or else he'd look bad and he'd make it look like the Captain made bad decisions because he'd chosen Stet to go on this voyage.
Stet reentered the kitchen and came out with the sugars and creams, he was setting up the counter that had the coffee condiments on it, he hadn't done that yet because he'd been busy doing other things, but he guessed he should start getting things set up now before anybody arrived here. The large coffee maker in the kitchen was all warmed up now and was ready to brew coffee when needed. Stet organized the creams and sugars in their individual places and containers on the counter. He made sure there were enough napkins and stir sticks in place too before going back in the kitchen and looking at the supplies again. He needed to decide what today's meals would be and what to cook up for quick snacks.
((Question: What time is it in the RP?))
"Captain Rabottini!" a high voice echoed across the empty space. Sebastian turned and found Mr. Jin Tokko, the New Japan Observer coming toward him.
"Captain," Jin said, thrusting out his hand to shake, eyes creasing in a friendly smile that he apparently wasn't going to let his lips match. "I just thought I'd make myself officially introduced. You know why I'm here."
The Captain shook Jin's hand. "Yes. Yes, I do. Let's have lunch sometime."
Jin bowed slightly, retracting his hand to place it behind his back. "Of course," he said.
Aveyare interrupted. "Join me in the lounge, Mr. Tokko. I'd be happy to entertain you. Captain, you have a ship to get off the ground. Be gone!"
Sebastian smiled and hurried up the latter to the bridge. He did indeed feel thirty again. Entering the small room, he glanced around at his crew standing at attention. "At ease," he said and they took their seats, checking systems and prepping for take off. Unclasping the small radio from his belt, he flicked the "Engine Room" switch and spoke into it, "Chief Holloway, fire those engines up when you're ready. Don't forget the deflector shield."
"Yes sir," came Holloway's reply. Sebastian could sense the smile in the man's voice. "And don't worry, I've got things under control."
Sebastian turned to the Officer's on the bridge. "Clear us for take-off, Ensign Blake! Ensign Tyler, lower the solar-shields on all ship windows; let's not blind anyone."
((Ensign MacCormac reports to Chief of Operations: Lt. Commander John Holloway, Sorla. I made him up on the spot. Oh and I'll make a list of all the crew members that you guys can powerplay when need be and a list of all the crew members that are played by you. Just as a reference chart, you know. Honor, it's two hours before sunset, Titan time, XD))
((By the way, the Captain didn't really choose the crew. That was the Executive Officer's job.))