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Thread: Deserted Island

Aerin walked down the beach for some time staring out at the ocean. Most of the beach was sugar white sand, but there were a few rocky areas that had tide pools brimming with life. He knew the crabs in them would be an excellent food source, and he even spotted a lobster in one. He also noted the coconut palms that littered the area. Taking a brief break he managed to crack into one using a rock and drank it's contents. As delicious as it was he knew that he needed to find a real water source within the next few days if he wanted to survive. Before getting back to his search he stripped out of his pants and hung them over his shoulders leaving him in only his boxers. The heat was starting to get to be to much to wear pants and without his suitcase he didn't have any shorts to change into for comfort. After his brief break Aerin resumed his trek down the beach, still blowing the whistle ever few minutes hoping that someone would hear him. It wasn't long before he spotted something in the distance. Shielding his eyes from the sun he squinted and finally made out the shape. It was the tail of the air plane. Excitement welled up in his chest at the sight. Maybe, just maybe he could find someone alive there. It made sense to him to stay near a piece of the wreckage, it was easy to spot from the ground and sky and could also contain many usefully supplies. Breaking into a jog Aerin blew long and hard on the whistle every minute or so. After about what felt like a mile Aerin saw something else. It looked to be the shapes of people moving about. A gleeful smile split his face and he quickened his pace from a light jog to a steady run. Adrenaline pumped through his muscles as he ran towards what he hoped were other survivors. As he drew nearer he could make out that they shapes were indeed people. Over and over he blew whistle hoping to catch their attention as he ran towards them waving an arm high above his head.
Thread: The St. Anne

Serena was stone cold sober and hated life. The weird sheep bags had been creeping her out as soon as she had seen them, and instead of getting to shove them in the hold and forget about them they needed constant care. Dr. Khan had Serena rig up a life support system for the little monsters. She had done it with only a mild amount of moaning and groaning. But the system by nature had a lot of moving parts that required daily inspection and upkeep and so Serena had been just a little extra medicated to cope with having to run maintenance on their life support while they stared at her from inside their artificial wombs. Somebody, she forgot who, had tried to reassure Serena that the little bastards were blind but it didn't help. Some relaxing chems did help, but Serena knew that the Capitan would leave her in this dump if she messed up something while high, so she spent 24 hours before stationfall clean just to make sure. She hadn't had anything but a mild sedative to help her sleep in days. And since she had to basically rebuild and take apart the life support every time Serena had to go on every single trip with those awful sheep babies! It was the stuff of nightmares. But this was the last load. Soon she would be free of the creepy lambs and their horrible eyes and on 48 hours of leave. Thanks captain. Serena chirped back into her comms, Remind me to do something real nice for you when I get back. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going planetside asap. I need a nice, big... she pauses and glances back at a lamb and shudders, ...vegetarian dinner. she says, looking out the porthole at the spinning planet below. Fourty Eight hours was a long time to spend off ship, and plenty of time to go hunting for a little fun. With all that time she would be able to get a much more potent brand of narcotic then she usually took and get good and high while still having plenty of time to sober up and make her way back home.
Thread: The St. Anne

Donovan held the last bagged sheep, nearly cradling it really, his orange eyes twitching side to side so rapidly it looked as though they were vibrating in his head. My one regret about this job. His deep raspy voice that was almost a growl quaver for a moment. Is that Iona didn't let me eat one of you cute, pink little fuckers. Looking up from the bagged sheep fetus to the Annie he loaded the last one onto her. He was still torn whether he should board the boat and make the last trip planet side to complete the delivery or not. His head twitched then snapped to left a wolfish, half mad grin creeping across his face. Not a good idea. Not at all. Do you have the patience for planet of slacked jawed idiots like the ones you've already had to deal with from Dixon's Reach? He asked himself, his voice deeper than usual, with a rougher edge. Donovan's hands were lightly trembling and his fingers were dancing like the legs of a dying spider. No. It's been a rough week. I don't think they would get along with me in my current....mood. Donovan's body began to shake in a at first silent fit of laughter that became a low breathy sound that was down right creepy to say the least. Sealing up the cargo hold of the Annie and collecting all the cables, taking the extra few minutes to properly coil them and place them where Iona had clearly marked them to go he let out a sigh of relief. Iona's voice rang clearly in his head, the built in com using his skull as a bone conductor for sound. A full forty-eight to unwind, maybe he should have gone planet side. Looking out the port window at the Annie already departing he knew he had made the correct choice is avoiding the planet, but maybe he would take some time off ship on the Kohlberg. A station that size was bound to have something he could get himself into, and at least it wasn't a planets worth of trouble he could find there. A brief exertion of thought and Donovan was connected to the com system. Last morsel loaded, Annie has departed, and the two days are much appreciated Cap'n. Kicking off the floor Donovan sent himself sailing through the zero g corridor, reaching out occasionally to correct his course or give himself another little boost forward. He never truly adapted to the feeling of being in zero g, with the first part of his life being on a planet that's gravity was roughly 3 times earths gravity. In prison they kept the g-force at 2 times earths gravity to make it less comfortable for the vast majority of the prisoners. Finally arriving at the bridge where there was at least some semblance of gravity he walked to the two women. Iona. He gave her a smile and a brief wave then turned his head to Sona, giving the stern woman a curt nod. Doctor. He spoke flashing a toothy, not quite mad, grin.
Thread: The St. Anne

Mateo has herded sheep since he was a child, even raised some. Sheep were good for wool, meat, and devouring whatever scrap metal was in their way. They also liked to bite and climb up houses. After four odd decades he found a new way to look at sheep. Mateo stared at a slat of boxes he had to unload knowing that those things were in there... jiggling . For the past week straight he has had nothing to do really other than watch. Regular sheep he could raise, clean after them, and herd them, but these fetal bag sheep were far too delicate for him to handle. Approaching the station he began to climb into the power loader and began to hook himself up. Mateo felt the jack from the loader hook into his neck, never a pleasant sensation. It always felt like somebody jabbing your eye, but in the spinal cord. After a second the sensation numbed and he did a few grabs to test out the arms. Mateo walked a brief circle to test out the mobility of the legs, the equipment felt heavy even in the half gravity. He tested the equipment earlier in the day already, but blowing a servo in the middle of unloading and being rendered immobile for a half hour was never fun. His face lit up when he heard the captain mention a beach. I know where I'm going then. The warm sand would feel like heaven against what's left of my muscles, the sun lightly baking me as I looked out over the waves. Mateo sighed blissfully, lost in the fantasy. I think I will listen to Chopin on the beach, maybe Wu-Tang Clan. I wonder what would be more relaxing... he trailed off into thought. The gigantic cyborg has noticed for that even for a vagrant freighter that most of the crew was reluctant to go out. Everyone has a past he figured and customs were a royal bitch when you have the right people looking for you. Mateo was silently thankful that he had gotten his release papers from every former employer. If you make the wrong move quitting a job you could find yourself being detained for wasting a company's time and resources. He saw a researcher once gunned down at a space station for the hefty crime of taking a vacation too early. Mateo still can't get the image of that man being blown apart by machine gun fire out of his head. Mateo couldn't really see out of the back of the cargo bay, but knew the station had to have been passing by any second now. He's developed an internal clock for docking over the years. He looked to the left and saw Donovan muttering to himself and to the right Serena looking about a week into Narcotics Anonymous and just silently nodded at the situation. Mateo actually rather liked the crew for the most part, they were all lively. He had served on ships with crews that had the personality of a piece of wet cardboard. If you're going to be in space for weeks at a time, why not be with people who were entertaining?
Thread: The St. Anne

For someone who dedicated their life to putting people back together, Dr. Khan sure did like to try to rub them raw. Maybe it was her way of guaranteeing she had job security? No matter, and it really was no matter, because the St. Anne was a civilian vessel and even though by millennia old tradition Iona had an absurd amount of authority aboard her ship, she wasn't a stickler for protocol that wasn't directly related to safe operations of the old Dodger class. If the Doctor saw fit to call her Iona rather than Captain it didn't perturb Iona a bit. Khan was good, as good as she was gruff, and that was all that mattered. Let her have her moments and choose not to die on the hill of formality. Keep in mind the difference between want and need, Doctor, she answered. And negotiate the price then hit them up with a cash offer to sweeten it. Unlike credits shared electronically, cash wasn't traceable and that meant income that wasn't taxable. The St. Anne carried a good selection of cash and other more tangible bartering specie like exotic crystals or just plain old gemstones for situations when getting into or out of port called for a little baksheesh. Iona was about to speak further when Donovan arrived and spoke her name as a greeting that she acknowledged with a slight upward then downward motion of her chin. Take someone with you, Iona ordered, and it was clear in her tone it was an order and not one she cared to have debate about. As a balm to Sonakshi's pride she added, I don't want you to wake up in another ship's hold with a fuzzy head and shanghaied aboard as their new and involuntary medic. The Anne needs you. Got anyone in mind or do you want me to choose? With her back to the hatch, Iona hadn't noticed Thomyris' arrival.
Thread: The St. Anne

When you are right, you are right, captain Sona shrugged. I don't need my patients asleep when opening them, what passes for an operating table here has straps to tie them in, or I could always request the help of someone strong and ruthless she grinned as it was like the talk had summoned someone that met expectations. Hello Donovan she greeted back. But none of us want that, bloodcurdling screams tend to be a pretty bad hit for the morale, or so I heard she finished. Despite her attitude and past endeavors, Sonakshi liked her job, specially in the good days when she managed to save someone. Do no harm counted pretty high on her priorities, and even if she knew that sometimes it couldn't be avoided, having the proper anesthetics and painkillers was important for her. I'll do, captain Sona nodded, no bullshit on a direct order like that, specially if it made sense. Normally one wouldn't have trouble with a supply run, but depending on the port certain substances were only sold by unsavory characters that were prone to violence. Iona really didn't have to massage her ego, but it still felt good hearing good things about both her competence and the need of it. That was the prettiest thing I've heard in a long while, captain, you'll make me blush she joked. I haven't been on the station, so I don't know how it looks. If it's a civilized place, Thomirys should do she gestured to the lean woman, capable enough to carry the supplies back with her. But if they are a bunch of sheep shagging space rednecks prone to trouble, I guess that I could make use of our first mate she added, looking at Donovan. I'm afraid that's your call, captain Sona said honestly, not just wanting to defer or get the decision out of her hands, but because Iona knew what to do in those situations.
Thread: The St. Anne

Jin-lai was glad to be aboard the St. Anne. She had spent more than enough time on Kohlberg Station and given the strong presence of the syndicate with whom she had had a strong disagreement, she had no desire to settle down on the planet . She had hired on just a day earlier, and needed to pick up the remainder of the ships foodstuffs. Her first task on board - that is - after checking out with the basic ships systems and safety fear - had been a full Physical and Functional audit of the galley, both the inventory and systems. The previous cook had been lax at best, more than likely criminal. The next thing was to clean. She was fastidious to the point of being obsessive but her implant would give her promptings when she got overbearing about it - thanks to her parents, she thought to herself, rolling her yes. She needed to make it on board the Annie before it left, but her outfit had a smudge. That would not do for on station, she had no wish to present a slovenly appearance. So the slender woman grabbed a fresh uniform She quickly changed, running through the ship half dressed and hopping into her outfit along the way, not shy about who saw her lithe frame. Sure she could have finished the transactions remotely, but she wanted to touch and smell the foodstuffs they took on, as she had the earlier food load-in that she oversaw. Some of it she had turned down, especially the eel, which was rotting near the gills. Protein was protein but eel ws hard to cook in any palatable way to begin with. She suspected the previous cook had gotten some sort of kickback to accept nasty food like that, the vendor had not looked happy when she had declined to accept it earlier back on station. So now she needed some new protein to replace that. She had heard the price of lamb had recently gone down, but so far no one aboard had seemed enthusiastic about the idea of lamb. In fact they looked at her as if she had a third eye. ' Odd ' ,she has earlier thought to herself ' I wonder, what do they have against lamb ?' Jin made it before the shuttle departed and was just buttoning her last few buttons on her crisp uniform blouse as she boarded . She quietly smiled to everyone aboard offering no explanation as to why she had been half undressed , and she looked for a place to sit. She figured she was probably the smallest one on board so she could fit anywhere , if need be.
Thread: The St. Anne

Serena caught a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye and turned away from her porthole just in time to see Jin-lai as she settled into her seat. Serena had hated the old chef with his lousy food, shotty attitude, creepy stares, and inappropriate hands. Serena was a live and let live sort of girl, and rarely if ever said no to a little meaningless sex, it was one of the reasons why she found it relatively easy to acquire illegal substances when on a planet or station. So the fact that she wouldn't allow the old chef anywhere near her was telling. And it was why when he was fired and Jin-lai was brought aboard Serena had given the girl her unquestioned loyalty despite having been too busy to exchange more than a few words with her. Her food couldn't possibly be any worse, and she was certainly way easier on the eyes. Hey there new meat! Serena said to her, her tone light and mirthful. Serena wasn't much for any serious hazing, but a little lighthearted teasing wasn't going to hurt anyone's feelings. Serena had noticed the girl buttoning up her clothes as she settled in, and while Serena knew she should probably let it pass she just couldn't help herself. So what's with the shirt? Are things way more exciting in the kitchen than I thought? she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestivly. It wasn't exactly Serena at her best, but after a week hard and sober work it was just about all she had left.
Thread: The St. Anne

Jin felt the flush of her cheek rise just a bit and she smiled nervously well, I had a bit of a wardrobe issue, but wanted to make sure I didn't miss the shuttle. Though trust me, the galley can get exciting from time to time when I'm around She winked with a light giggle. Anyhow, I'm going to try and get a some more palatable food for the crew, your old cook apparently regularly took delivery of rotten meat and just used the rejuvenator on it . That might make it safe to eat but it tastes pretty foul both taste and texture wise she crinkled her nose at the thought. I also want to pick up a few spares for bulbs and circuits, your cook was an asshole, he has a spare for nothing in that kitchen. I don't know how he managed to keep hot meal service going if he had to order every time he had a common part go bad. And given the way he did maintenance and upkeep, I am guessing they went bad a lot Jin was not concerned with people knowing she demanded a clean workplace, but her own personal cleanliness hangup was a bit of an embarrassment for her, nearly as embarrassing a some of her kinks. She settled in and waited for the shuttle to get her to the station where she had just spent a month. She wondered if there would be any misgivings from her old employer.
Thread: The St. Anne

Glad to hear we'll actually be eating decently until we run you off! El grinned back over her shoulder, a wolfish gleam in her eye. She motioned to a rack behind the new crew woman and spoke again, Not sure if you've met the captain for an extended period yet new meat but she's a bit of a safety nut. We aren't moving till you've got a helmet on. She turned to cast a reproachful look at the ship's mechanic, a lopsided frown robbing her expression of her earlier mirth. You too Serena, you know better. If somebody decides to punch a hole in our hull I'm not going to be the one to explain to the captain why she's down two cute crewmembers. Ideally they'd both have sealed vacuum suits like Elaine's own armored hard suit but it wasn't strictly required for such a short jaunt. She tapped her comms to life again, once more on the All Call channel. Last call for the Annie! If you're going stationside or planetside haul your ass to the shuttle because I'm not coming back for stragglers!
Thread: The St. Anne

Thomyris Riz Heroux Location Bridge She had walked in to find a debate in progress, causing Thomyris to frown a little. Yes, like everyone else on the ship she shared some interest in what their next job or consignment might be. Still, she didnt wish to be seen as an eavesdropping nuisance and waited at a respectful distance at the threshold to the bridge while the Captain, Doctor Khan, the blue-faced Donovan spoke with one another. They were looking for a volunteer. Good goddess Thomyris felt her heart skip a beat when the doctor noticed her, suggesting her appropriate for a civilized world in accompanying her. She didnt know why that offended her. Am I not dangerous or considered lethal enough to bump shoulders with the underworld? Of course she wasnt, naturally. And how would they know otherwise, having kept her past a well-guarded secret known only to the Captain? Fortunately, the good doctor nominated their First Mate. And from what Thomyris had seen so far, most worlds were full of space rednecks looking for trouble. She might not be chosen at all. Kohlberg Station did seem civilized so far. They hadnt tried to rob their goods, stab any of their crew, or impound their ship under false pretenses. Yet . It also meant that such a centralized and well-policed, well-regulated world would be dangerous for a runaway convict like Thomyris. She was almost tempted to ask Donovan to trade, to send him on the civilized milk runs and leave the dirty underworld ones for her. But neither option seemed viable for her. Thomyris took the opportunity to step forward and clear her throat. The manifest has been updated and the cargo-hold is cleared and ready for the next consignment, Captain. Any notion on that? She inquired, datapad ready for further analytics if the Captain needed it, though there wasnt much to tell that would be different from her last report. They had the same amount of space, same storage facilities to take on the same amount for each new consignment. The comm crackled in her ear but she ignored it. She wouldnt be going if she could help it, but it seems she had just walked into a situation she could not.
Thread: The St. Anne

Today was going to be Mateo Reyes' day. After letting the power loader charge he bounded through the corridors back to his bunk and proceeded to hastily back everything he needed into an old military style duffel bag, throwing swimming trunks, a package of pre-rolled joints, and some towels. He switched out of his work jumpsuit into a tanktop, boots, a pair of military style cargo pants, and set his headphones around his neck. Mateo wasn't really concerned with looking formal in something he was going to take off anyways. Giving his room one last look over and grabbed his identification papers and some spare cash and left for the shuttle. Mateo arrived at the dull grey shuttle, something he'd taken to calling the Lil' Annie a few months ago. He began to board it in time to hear Elaine chastise the passengers on safety and hit the last call. Y'know El, if we get hit by something that would scuttle the Lil' Annie's tiny frame nobody's going to be cute anymore. So please fly carefully yeah? I'd like to stay cute. He said setting his stuff in the back corner, where he usually sits as the biggest crew member so as not to get in the way of disembarking. Mateo looked around at Serena and... and... Fuck what was her name? She introduced herself last night...I am garbage with names. Ginny? Gin and Rye? Jin-Lai! That was it! Maybe I should give the medicine a break. Mateo thought seriously for a second. The mechanized man found it funny he forgot since he technically got the old cook fired. They had been walking past each other on the ship about a week ago and Mateo's arm knocked a box out of the chef's hands. As it turned out the box was full of highly valuable ship navigation components. Mateo then may or may not have broken his collar bone in the ensuing scuffle. Mateo then realized the whole time he was thinking he was accidentally staring a hole through the new cook and looked away really quickly. He then began to attach his safety gear and sat in his spot. He reclined and stared up at the top of the shuttle, thinking of what to do at the beach. 'I could get something to eat, maybe get a nearby hotel room, definitely should make a playlist on the shuttle ride over there. I need to pick up sunblock...maybe condoms? The beach would probably have a lot of cute people in swimsuits. Things to consider.' His thoughts continued like this until the shuttle filled up.