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Post by Tonks on Dec 3, 2013 17:53:09 GMT
Sam made his way to the cargo bay quickly and found Fayth. "We're headin' to the surface. I want you here helping Mei figure out what we need. But first of all I need you to close the door behind me and the doc, ok?" he didn't wait for an answer before he left, calling "Come on!" as he walked down the corridor.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Dec 3, 2013 19:26:18 GMT
Fayth turned her eyes to the Captain and Doctor with raised brows. After a moment she followed them towards the cargo bay door. "Sure thing Cap," and she waited until the Doc had followed him through before she shut the door with a sigh.
At least the ship would be a little more silent for a little longer.
She took a breath, cleared her head and decided to traipse back up to the engine room. The least she could do was fix the coffee machine. Growing up on a backwater planet with barely enough to feed yourself with you picked up a few tricks. Something she could do was the basics.
When she got to the engine room she found Mei there. "Mei," she muttered as she looked for a screwdriver and some wire tape.
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Post by Playle on Dec 4, 2013 16:15:33 GMT
By this point Mei was hunched over a large piece of tubing absolutely brimming with wires. She had heard the sounds of the others leave and then footsteps approaching. She was too enthralled in her task though to respond immediately. Placing a green wire to a white wire stopped one of the several buzzing alarms, but also made the lights go dimmer. Mei scribbled down details before turning to Fayth.
“Hey. After you're done with what you're doing, could you count the inventory? Might as well get the Cap to pick up some stuff in town – I know we’re not complete on our kit.”
Mei had little else to say in task terms. She had nothing to say in emotional terms. Fayth didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d open her heart up; the level of Fayth’s upset was undeterminable. Instead, Mei pulled a smile and then pivoted on her heel back to her task.
“I’ll be about if you want me.”
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Post by Light on Dec 4, 2013 20:07:45 GMT
"Captain." Siegfried nodded as the other spoke, then headed back to the medical bay, grabbing the list of supplies that they'd need, along with what funds he'd been allocated last time for supplies, and a first aid kit, just in case there were complications on the trip.
Then he swung by his own room, grabbing his coat, and further to the possible complications, and part of his old habits as an Ex-Alliance combat medic, his gunbelt. Better safe than sorry, especially if they were leaving Fayth to guard the ship.
He then rejoined the Captain and Fayth in the cargo bay. As the doors shut, he turned to Sam: "Ready when you are, Captain." he said to him.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Dec 4, 2013 20:23:17 GMT
Fayth nodded idly to Mei, "Sure," and she finished gathering what she needed before she turned and left the engine room. She made it to the mess and dumped her tools onto the kitchen counter and tugged at the plug of the coffee machine.
At least she could do this one thing.
Ten minutes of cursing, muttering and dragging up old memories passed before she put everything back in its right place and turned on the machine. It worked. A faint smile lit up her face and she picked everything back up, grabbed some paper to make a list and moved throughout the ship. She took note of the small and large things that would need replacing. Ultimately she took note of the important items and she worked her way from the mess to the cargo bay and back up to the engine room where she dumped the tools. "I'm gonna call Cap with the list. Want me ta call yours to him?"
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Post by Tonks on Dec 5, 2013 19:16:39 GMT
"Right, here's your money," Sam said to Siegfried before tossing him a coin purse, "Don't complain, prioritise." he began to walk off, "and don't take too long! Remember, back to the ship before dark!" he called behind him. With that, he headed to the first bar, sat next to a man in a trench coat and ordered a whiskey.
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Post by Playle on Dec 6, 2013 18:19:15 GMT
“The aft alternator spat at me a little when I tried looking at that, so say a handful of connectors. Fuel cells got damaged, they’re probably core behind our crash. Oh the Grav Dampener – now it looks fine, but the failsafe’s bugged out. She’s going to scream at me when we’re back up there, so I reckon there’s some neat part to fix that.”
Mei pondered, but simply smiled at Faye – that was all.
With notepad and pencil in hand, Mei trailed off to the cockpit. It was a mess. She sighed, and began collecting all the scattered miscellaneous items.
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Post by Light on Dec 6, 2013 19:50:00 GMT
"Don't I always?" Siegfried took the pouch with a nod of thanks, and headed into the town in search of the supplies that they'd need, watching briefly as the Captain headed off as well for his own searching.
He looked at his list, and then at the surrounds; well, they should be able to get most of the more pressing items, and possibly a few others. It wasn't exactly a core world's shopping district, but it was better than the slum markets of others.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Dec 7, 2013 14:23:45 GMT
Fayth watched the other woman leave. It always did confuse her how somebody could be so cheery about life. There were things that people just shouldn't be able to brush aside with a smile. She shoved those thoughts away and looked down at her list. The Captain would want to hang around for a couple of days, so she guessed that the list could wait until he was back. Not to mention Mei would need to be the one to get the parts considering she knew best.
Fayth sighed and moved into the mess to put the list on the table. Part of her wanted company, somebody to chat away whilst she could sit and just listen. But she also wanted to get back to her bunk. With a frown she set the coffee pot to boil and pulled down a mug. The fridge was empty of any milk and there was no other alternative. She rolled her eyes and moved up to the bridge and stuck her head in. "You like black coffee?"
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Post by Playle on Dec 8, 2013 18:59:28 GMT
Mei shrugged a non-determinant answer. She was on her knees fumbling about to collect something when Fayth had walked in, and it was a pain to try and find this elusive item which was only slightly bigger than a coin. She kept palming her hand about to search, finding the item eventually. It was a small token badge from her homeworld, a memory long ago. It was a souvenir they sold on the backworld she hailed from, but it was a memento of a life she would never return to. It was the last thing she gathered from her planet before she began a life of piracy as a pilot.
She thumbed the badge, lost in her thoughts, then turned around to Fayth.
“Black will do. Can’t be picky.”
The insignia on the badge was of a city between mountain peaks. It was home. She rubbed it for good luck, and then tucked it onto a side within the cockpit.
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Post by Playle on Jan 10, 2014 2:21:11 GMT
Donald had a two and an eight, not bound to be a winning hand in any way. He promptly folded only to receive a snarl from the other players.
“This is the sixth hand you’ve folded in a row. Do yourself a favour and piss off cheapskate.”
He felt ready to snap back, but knew better not to. Wasn’t the friendliest place around, didn’t want to wind up on the wrong side of the wrong folks. He used his good hand and scooped up his share and promptly made his way to the bar. He could feel the poker players’ eyes digging into him as he walked away; it had killed time, but he hadn’t exactly made friends in this place nor had he found any work.
Truth was, nobody really desired a one-handed engineer on their ship. There was a lot you couldn’t do unless you had a pair of hands. And the fact a hand had been lost meant the engineer was bound to be clumsy, or stupid, or just not worth the buck. He’d been laughed at, insulted, even threatened – selling his skills nowadays wasn’t a comfortable task. There was always better. There was always more competent.
He was one of the younger folks in this bar, just turned twenty-five. He had shaggy blonde hair, unkempt and greasy. Between his dimples was a child’s smile, and above his stubby nose were two eyes the colour of chocolate. His khaki pants jingled with what little he had left to spend. His white low-top shoes were cheap, and beginning to show that now as they came apart in places. The white long-sleeve shirt he wore had more buttons missing than remaining too. Typical backwater goods - pián yi.
He was careful not to bump his stump on the way to the bar. His right hand had been missing for four years now, but it still felt like it was there sometimes. Phantom limb – that’s what the doctors had called it. It was healed over with only remnants of scarring now, but it sometimes still felt as agonizing as when he lost it. He tried to hide the stump out of sights of strangers, he knew it might look sickening to some.
There was quite a crowd at the bar. There was one stool left next to a man in a trenchcoat, but that just got taken. He hovered about, waiting for people to be served and disperse.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 10, 2014 12:07:09 GMT
Sam sipped on his whiskey; where in the hell was he going to find an engineer in a place like this? "Barkeep, I don't suppose you know how to fix a trace compression block do you? Took me half an hour just to find out the name of it." The bartender shook his head and Sam tutted. "'course not." he muttered.
"Anyone?" He said a bit louder but still facing the bar knowing no one would answer anyway. "'Course not." he muttered again.
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Post by Light on Jan 10, 2014 13:34:28 GMT
The first shop Siegfried had tried had yielded him a couple of items on his list, though it had taken some haggling to get the prices close to acceptable for what it was, but it had been either that, or risk it going in the time it would take to look elsewhere. A couple more shops down the line he managed to find a few more things to cross off the list, and pleasantly without the rigmarole of a heated debate over the prices.
That had covered many of the more pressing needs, though once they were off this planet, they'd need a larger market for the others, and for greater quantities of the things he had found. For now, however, they could manage for a while.
One last shop to try for a few last things, and he headed through the streets towards it, satisfied that at least the medical bay would be running more functionally once this trip was over.
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Post by Playle on Jan 10, 2014 14:41:16 GMT
”Barkeep, I don't suppose you know how to fix a trace compression block do you?”
Did his ears just deceive him? Of all the places in the world, a grimy bar like this was where he’d actually find work! Although the questioning patron had yet to see Donald, yet to see this was an engineer without a right hand. He dampened his hopes momentarily, tried to smooth his way over. Some rough types looked daggers at him as he tried to wiggle through, but they soon continued supping their drinks. He reached the questioning man, tapping him on the shoulder with his left hand.
“The name’s Donald… or Donny… even Don works. Whichever of those you fancy. I could take a look at that trace compression block for you. I’m a contract engineer, you’re a man with a broken engine – match made in heaven I’d say.”
He had a chipper tune whilst speaking to this man. He just tried to keep his stump out of sight behind his back.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 10, 2014 14:48:40 GMT
Sam turned to see the man who'd got his attention. He certainly looked greasy enough to be an engineer.
"Hmmm." he said eyeing up the man. "Well you understood the words I just said so you're ahead of me at least. I'm not made of money though. How about you look at the ship, tell me if you can fix it, and if you can we'll come to some sort'a deal?"
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