((Yeah, I know and sure :D. Sorry if I sounded curt, I was just packing a lot of meaning into few words...besides I'm the one that's not telling you guys these things, lolz. I still have to post for Lewis and Jin.))
Captain: Sebastian Rabottini
Foreign Minister: Ambassador Aveyare Rumon
New Japan Observer: Mr. Jin Tokko
Executive Officer: Major Lewis Veicht
Cook: Mr. Stetson (Stet) James
Secretary: Miss Raise Anishin
Chief Medical Officer: Dr. Alec Mason
Nurse: Elizabeth Zeltri
First Security Officer: Lt. Malcolm (Mal) Black
First Engineer: Ensign Sean MacCormac
Communications Officer: Ensign Aztriea Blake
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Other Charries that may be powerplayed whenever necessary. Anytime if you want to, you guys can start playing any of these charries permanently at anytime.
Flight Officer: Commander Jackie Moore (Female)
Chief Operations Officer: Lt. Commander John Holloway (Male)
Flight Technician: Lieutenant Will Lawrence (Male)
Tactical Officer: Lieutenant Francis Ramero (Male)
SIGMA Captain: Jenstian (Jen) Reyn (Female)
Second Engineer: Cadet Laura Yates (Female)
Second Security Officer: Lieutenant Sharon Rios (Female)
Technician #1: Ensign Jay Tyler (Male)
Technician #2: Ensign Angela McGuire (Female)
Technician #3: Cadet Jessica Underwood (Female)
Technician #4: Cadet Darrel Vazquez (Male)
(( Sooooounds legit. c: ))
((Thanks, Aircrafter. I thought it might be useful.))
Entering the plush lounge—far too plush for a warship—Jin found a green chair by the large bay window and sat on the seat's edge, looking out at the swirling mass of greyish-orange clouds that made up Titan's atmosphere. The floor was carpeted a dark royal purple and the walls were paneled in dark oak. Jin was personally proud of the New Japan architecture that went into designing the curved arches of the doors and trim encompassing the bay window. He heard shuffling coming from the kitchen and dining room, and glancing up Jin saw a small boy enter the lounge, looking around at things.
"You'll get a sick weightless feeling in your stomach when we come to zero gravity and the inertial dampeners have to switch," Jin said to the kid, he couldn't help but give a sly twitch of the mouth. "Don't worry, it'll only be for a moment."
Looking back out the window, Jin watched as the solar-shield was lowered and the light from outside was filtered through a dark shade, almost like giant sunglasses. "What's your name," Jin asked the kid without turning around.
Stet looked over at the middle aged Korean looking man who was looking out the window. He took a silent note of what he said about how it would feel when they started off,
"It's Stet, sir, I'm the cook." he answered respectfully, he continue dto go about his work and make sure everything was in order for take off.
"May I get you anything, sir?" he asked the Korean gentleman respectfully after making sure everything was in ready for people to use in the lounge. Stet stood respectfully near the kitchen door, waiting for a response. Stet was a bit nervous around this man, he knew he wasn't a crew member and guessed he might be the Observer that was put on the ship. Stet hadn't caught what the name of the observer was, something Japanese sounding. Was it Taki? No it wasn't that, Tokyo? No not that either, Tokko? yes, that was it, this person was Mister Tokko.
Stet put his hand up and attempted to fix hair and make himself look more presentable, even though Mr. Tokko wasn't even looking at him and was looking out of the large window. Stet glanced at the doorway when a short girl with blonde hair walked in.
"I'm the Ambassador's Secretary, Miss Anishin." she said, she looked at him oddly like she didn't expect a young teenager to be on this ship.
"Anything I can do for you, Miss?" Stet asked,
"Yes I need to reserve a spot for the Ambassador." Miss Anishin said, Stet noticed she seemed nervous, he smiled in an attempt to relax her,
"Yes, right this way, Miss." Stet said and led her too a table that was next to the large picture window.
"Will this do, Miss?" he asked calmly, she still seemed nervous,
"Yes, sir." Miss Anishin said and she sat down to seemingly hold the spot.
"Is there anything else you need, Miss?" Stet asked,
"No that's all for now. Thank you." was the answer
Stet turned back to Mr. Tokko to see if he needed anything.
"Yeah, you sure got things under control." Sean observed as he fired up the engine and started to fiddle with the deflector settings. Holloway was sitting on a support beam staring down at the engine, and he looked like he was about to fall at any second. "What the he.ll are you doin?" Sean asked the Chief Operations Officer.
"Ahem..." Holloway grunts, ignoring Sean. Sean merely sighs as he gets the deflector shield up and running.
"What the he.ll are you doin? Sir."
"Checking the compression coil. I don't think it's been replaced in a while." Holloway explains. "I can't see it without crawling under the engine, and the engine is turned on, and I very much like my head attached to my shoulders."
"Well that makes two of us." Sean murmured. "Why are you just saying this now? We're gonna be out of atmo in minutes." Sean inched his way up to the beam and stared down at the engine beside Holloway.
((Em...I hope Holloway isn't too much of a ignoramous because Major Veicht hired the best of the best. By the way, the ship's brand new.))
((Oh, and PS: Sean can get in big trouble for talking to his superiors like that ....if the Executive Officer ever finds out he'll be toast.))
Lewis nodded to the Captain and left the cargo hold with the rest of the crew, making sure everyone had left to go about their duties before heading up to the Bridge. On his way there the SIGMA Captain caught up to him.
"Major Veicht, Captain Reyn here. Could you let me know what areas of the ship the Envoy are restricted to? That and could I have the mealtime schedule and whatever other helpful information you think I may need to know?" she said in a heavy British accent, then added as an afterthought: "Oh, and will you let the cook know the Ambassador has a certain food allergy for cocoa beans."
Lewis found himself smiling in good humor. This Ambassador sounded like she was high-maintenance. Looking over at the Captain who was wearing your typical SIGMA uniform—a plain navy blue turtleneck shirt with insignia marking her rank on the sleeve cuffs, a chain link belt with a whole bunch of fancy gadgets that he had no idea what for hanging off of it, loose fitting black trousers, and tightly laced ankle boots—he said, "Good to have made your acquaintance, Captain. There as of currently is no mealtime schedule, but after a day I believe things'll pan out. I'm sure Stetson can come up with something. As for information, I'll see what I can find, but for now, just let the Ambassador know that this particular ride isn't going to be one of her smoothest."
Captain Reyn laughed jovially. "Oh, Ambassador Rumon has made a great many voyages; she makes it her business to know things like that. Thank you, Major Veicht."
Lewis watched Ryen disappear down the corridor leading to the lounge and he himself started again toward the Bridge.
((Yeah, I'm gonna wait for them too. Actually, I'm probably not going to post for the rest of tonight))
(Sorry. My Kindle wasn't letting me get on and it's almost dead. I'll post first thing tomorrow.)
(( Quick question, does the ship have some sort of intercom system, like press a button in one room and you can broadcast through the entire ship? ))
After doing a quick look through supplies, he was confident in their ability to deal with any possible sickness and problems, sitting in a chair by the small window in the sickbay of Sagittarius. "Why don't you go and make some friends, Zeltri?" He looked over, sitting back. "Maybe get me a cup of coffee, eh?"
Her eyes rolled, nodding along. "Alright, fine." Stepping out of the room, she wandered the halls for a bit, before finding her way to the lounge, ignoring the other occupants of the room and trying not to make too much noise. She didn't want to be a nuisance, of course, working on the two cups.
((Aircrafter: yes, the ship does have that feature, but it's only allowed to be used in emergencies. Only the Captain or Executive Officer is allowed to use it in non-emergencies for official anouncements or whatever. Otherwise you'd have lot's of different people using it at the same time and things would get confused. By the way, just for continuity purposes, everyone on the ship is going to get a terrible sick weightless feeling to their stomach once they get into outer space and the switch in the inertial dampeners is made...regardless of what food they just ate. It's about bedtime for me...actually past. Goodnight!))
"Mm." Jin mumbled, glancing behind him to acknowledge the young man and then looking again out the window. "No, that's fine, I don't need anything...at the moment. I'll just sit here a while, don't mind me."
Jin listened to the conversation behind him in quite fascination. An intriguing young man, dedicated, respectful, full of potential, he had it where it counted. Yet what in the universe would have possessed the Captain to take on someone so young?
"That's positively hilarious, Raise," came the all to familiar snort of humor mixed with dry sarcasm from the doorway behind Jin. He turned his head to watch the Epsilonese Foreign Minister take a seat next to the ethereal girl.
"'Save me a spot' is a figure of speech, you don't actually literally do it," she continued, brushing off her red cotton shirt with a half steel hand. Jin couldn't tell that there was any lint on it to start with. "At least you don't literally save it yourself," Rumon added, "It's like this: your boss tells you to 'save her a spot' and what you do is you go talk to the manager, or the cook in this case, and have him reserve a place for said boss. Now Raise, I have one final instruction for you. Enjoy the view."
Jin was impressed with Rumon's impeccable timing, as just when she finished her last words, Sagittarius's engines rumbled to life and he felt the diminutive vibration of the floor beneath his feet . Hearing the distant hum, Jin again found himself proud of the New Japan input into the ship's engine, giving it its remarkable serene quality. He eased back into the green chair and decided to enjoy the view after all and ignore the people around him.
(( She's getting one for herself too, For xD ))
(( And goodnight, you both. ))
Stet turned to look at the Ambassador,
"Is there anything I can get for you, Ambassador ma'am?" he asked, he smiled politely at her and glanced back to see if anyone else had come in, he saw a young lady, the nurse he thought she was,Miss Elizabeth he remembered was her name,
" 'xcuse me, Miss, I'll be with you in a moment." he called to her and than turned back to the Ambassador and waited for her to answer him. Stet glanced at the clock, they'd be leaving space dock very soon.
Stet was a bit nervous, he'd flown on a spaceship before, but it'd been the large cargo ship he'd stowed away on so he'd barely felt anything. This was a smaller ship, and Mr. Tokko said he'd feel sick when the first took off. Stet didn't show he was nervous though, he just smiled and waited for the Ambassador's response, working would help distract him hopefully. He didn't want to get sick while making food though, so he'd have to be careful.
Stet was standing at almost a parade rest, his hands clasped behind his back his apart at shoulder width. He glanced at Miss Anishin, who the Ambassador had called Raise. She looked kind of embarrassed he quickly returned his gaze to the Ambassador.
Raise ducked her head, she felt stupid for not understanding the Ambassador's instructions. Raise hadn't quite gotten a grasp on idioms, she took pretty much everything literally. She stayed quiet when the cook asked if they needed anything, she didn't need anything, if she ate she knew she'd be sick later when the ship left space dock.
Raise glanced out the window, it was a very nice view, and would get better when they were out in space. Raise looked down at her tablet and checked the calendar, she started to flip through yesterdays notes, she'd edited most of them last night because she couldn't sleep but now she was going over them again to make sure all the spelling and grammar was correct. Raise gripped the thin metalic pen of the tablet tightly because she nervous, she glanced up and out the window and then looked back at her work.
Ambassador Rumon watched the Titan earth rapidly disappear below the ship, all too soon clouded by the moon's dense methane related smog. She hoped nobody without previous flight experience would do the same, as it would give them a funny headache from seeing the altitude change at the same time as feeling the minute changes in the inertial dampeners as their speed increased. A vain hope.
A voice cut through her reverie. "Is there anything I can get for you, Ambassador ma'am?"
Aveyare tilted her head, hearing the young man she'd noticed before now addressing her from behind. "No, I won't have anything, but thank you. I was going to before, but the Captain persuaded me otherwise," she said to him, then turned to the Korean man sitting across from her. "My dear Mr. Tokko, I do believe I have not had the opportunity to have long proper discourse with you in quite a while. You will forgive my negligence in not finding the available excuse to do so?"
Jin laughed inwardly. The woman was a manipulator, and he hated it that it was against his advantage for her to be wearing shades. Convenient excuse she had indeed, the glasses were her only way of interacting visually with the outside world, but still, it would help things a great deal if he were to see her eyes. But even then, he imagined she'd guard her expression well. All he had to go by was the perfectly conditioned pitch of her voice, the minute changes in accent on particular words, her subtle body language, and that wasn't much.
She was good, Jin had to admit it. As any good diplomat should be. But luckily—or not so much do to luck, but more training—he knew how to play the game too. "Just 'Jin'," he said, casually turning away from her and staring out the bay window as they crossed into the thinner upper layers of the Titan atmosphere and entered outer space. Ambassador Rumon had but them on a 'old-friends' basis by her all to familiar way of speaking to him. He'd taken them off that basis and put them another by indicating that she had not used the title he liked his friends to call him—'Jin'. And he knew the Ambassador would never use his first name in an informal manner.
I don't much like you anyway.
((Doesn't it bother anyone how when you go back to edit a post you can't keep the bold and italics in?))
"If you need anything just call, ma'am. The name's Stet, or if you prefer last names, it's James." he said politely, and turning on his heel walked away from the table and too the nurse,
"Miss Zeltri is there anything I can get for you?" he said, his thick Southern accent rolling off the words in a that peculiar sleepy mellow way that was soft still managed to get one's attention. He smiled at the nurse and he waited for a response.
Stet had been hoping to be able to get some studying and to check to see if there were any 'letters' form home, but when he glanced at the clock he realized he'd have to get started on dinner for the crew. He started to run through options in his head for the menu, something light because it was the first day and people would still be getting used to being in the ship probably. Maybe biscuits, cheese, fruit, veggies, and for those who ordered them sandwiches. He'd make a pretty big breakfast tomorrow, but tonight's meal would be light and easy on the stomachs. Stet guessed she also prepare some of that sea sick smoothie stuff that had ginger, mint, and other herbs in it to help with sea or actually in this case space sickness.
Stet made up his mind, he'd start cooking as soon as he filled out the nurses order, he could study and do other recreational activities when his duties were done and all the crew was doen eating. And of course after he cleaned up.
She turned to look at who she figured was the chef, both slightly confused as to how he knew her name, but then again, she didn't go over the crew roster herself. "Uh..." Her mind dug, thinking. "Yeah. Mr. Mason wants some coffee. Black. Uh...I'll take one two. Sugar and Milk, please." Her smile was simple. Public interaction had never been a strong point for her in her life.
(( I'm so sorry about not leaving a reply. I got drowned in my games. :c ))