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Post by The Corellian Navy on Oct 13, 2009 0:05:40 GMT -5
"Engineering & Environment!"
"Engineering & Environment personnel listed and accounted for!" yells a specialist from the appropriate pit on the bridge. Other stations follow suit as they are called.
"Damage control!"
"Listed and accounted for!"
"FTL & Navigation!"
"All accounted for, sir."
"Communications!"
"Waiting to hear from the-," the technician in the comm pits stops, pressing a finger to an earbud. "Confirmation received. All accounted for, sir."
"Sensors & Tactical!"
Though technically separate stations, the two sensior specialists in charge of these stations respond in the affirmative.
"Weapons!"
"Aye, sir. All listed and accounted for."
"Helm!"
"Aye, sir," respond the helmsman and relief helmsman, both of which are currently busy bringing the ship to life, aided by the holographic interfaces that have sprung up around the helm seats immediately in front of the C&C booth.
Leaning on the barrister separating the C&C booth from the level below it, the XO turns his head to a holo-display unit at his right.
"Artificial Intelligence?" he asks, instead of yells.
The holo-unit, previously inactive, erupts into a cloud of simulated sparks, out of which emerges the ghostly image of a naked female human, her long red hair covering her shame but at the same time seeming to float, as if in water. Indeed, her whole body seems to be. Looking closer, one can see lines of code scrawling their way vertically up and down the her body, created and eliminated in bursts as she appears, but then dying down to a slower rate as her image solidifies.
She appears as if asleep, but the still image suddenly becomes an animate one, her hair raising like that of a wary cat's, and her eyes shoot open, revealing her most striking feature: her inverted sclera and pupils, which bespeak of something far from human.
She opens her hands, a sign of acknowledgment, then takes her unsettling gaze off the XO and bows her head. What she others isn't so much a tone, but whisper that has every male in hearing range standing a little straighter.
"Present, Commander," she says, her gaze flicking briefly across the faces assembled in the C&C booth. Recognizing one in particular, a feral grin spreads across her face.
The XO, if unnerved by Lilith's entrance, does not show it. It stands to reason that he has spent enough time around her to absorb and digest her theatrics.
Having gone through all the stations, the XO turns to the captain.
"Captain, the crew is aboard and accounted for."
"Thank you, Commander," Galor says, keying her own collar comm. However, instead of speaking only with the bridge crew, the PA of the ship whistles a note and then a higher one.
"This is the Captain speaking. All hands are aboard. Attend your stations and make ready to leave port. We depart in 5 minutes."
As if on cue, the holographic display which projects onto the main hemispherical gala window of the bridge displays a 5 minute timer, which begins to count down the second the captain's PA address ends.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 13, 2009 0:22:15 GMT -5
She blushed, waving a hand with a broad grin.
"Pffft."
She looked down for a moment before nudging his arm and rolling her eyes in a weirdly cute way.
"I minored in Music too, but you don't see me blowin' that around."
She caught a look at herself in the mirror and groaned lightly.
"He's gonna know..."
Glancing down at his desk, she snagged a pen off the top. She dragged her fingers through her strands, pulling it all up effortlessly, before sticking the pen in. She fluffed out the remaining curls to cover it up.
"There, back to normal. He won't know a damn thing."
She stood on her tip-toes to sneak a quick kiss and leave- but stopped in the doorway. She turned to look over her shoulder, a graceful hand planted on the door frame as she turned to look up at him from under those thick lashes.
"By the way, you have lipstick on your neck."
She smirked deviously before disappearing from the doorway to go out to the bridge.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 13, 2009 0:27:22 GMT -5
Miko gives her a rakish smile, checking on the veracity of her claim in a mirror. Finding this the case, he wets a hand towel and wipes the lipstick off.
At least I'm not the one walking funny, he thinks to himself in way of consolation, noticing with no small degree of pride how Avery's gait had changed since a few hours early.
Given a 7 minute head start, Miko soon follows, making his way towards the bridge.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Oct 13, 2009 11:38:25 GMT -5
After giving Rothk a few minutes to check out the room Erika looked over at him.
"Why don't we go to the bridge to watch the ship launch?"
Rothks huge smile was as good of answer as she had hoped for. So the two left their cabin and headed to the bridge.
After following the correct corridors they soon found thenselves entering the bridge. She could see the crew getting ready for the launch. She spotted Jet and went over to where she was. Rothk lagged behind a bit as he stared at all the collection of different people and equipment in this large area.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Oct 13, 2009 13:46:27 GMT -5
Jet absently drums her fingers on the railing as she looks down upon the various stations and their controllers - it is a familiar sight - perhaps arrayed slightly different from the Bridge of Glacier, but recognizable none the less. Clearly she is thinking about something and returns Taaru's greeting by merely ticking her gaze in his direction and waving her fingers in what he, if no one else, would recognize as a greeting before they resumed their drumming, half-listening to the call outs from below - yet another recognizable and universally similar operation...well at least until it got to the AI.
That was new...and it was the arrival of said AI which garnered Jet's full attention once more, banishing whatever it was that had occupied her mind mere moments before she regarded the display in front of her, fingers paused in thier stacatto tapping. She had of course known about the AI's aboard Faustus...both from reading the ships overview and design specifications...and from Taaru's typical long winded and often animated lectures about things he was either proud of or found interesting. However the difference between knowing something from hearing about it...and knowing something from experiencing it yourself was vastly different, knowing this Jet takes the time to study and observe the AI's theatrics for a few moments.
How very interesting is her first thought and she wondered briefly at the differences such a system would make in the operations of Faustus compared to Glacier, it would she gathered make life about Faustus a little more interesting if nothing else.
"Now we'll have to deal with Aaron not only hitting on the female crew...but on the ship itself" she remarked to Taaru after fully taking in the AI's chosen representation. As Erika walked in Jet nodded to both her and Rothk before relinquishing her place at the rail for the smaller boy so that he can have a better vantage point of the proceedings.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Oct 14, 2009 21:23:49 GMT -5
Aaron stood, hands in his jacket pockets, in front of doors to the turbolift that would take him to the bridge. If it ever picked him up. He exhaled, the force of the breath inflating his cheeks and pushing his lips outward. "Kriffing elevators," he mumbled to no one in particular. He brought his hands up to his hair and wriggled them through it, as if washing it thoroughly, attempting to do away with the style he had worn to the ceremony.
Checking himself in the frosted reflection of the turbolift doors Aaron clucked his tongue and winked at his more disheveled and roguish appearance. He sighed when he ran his hand over his clean shaven face, however, not appreciating the absence of his typical stubble. A thought occurred to him at that moment. He smiled broadly and placed a finger on his shoulder. A pink substance began to encompass his swoop jacket, turning it to the same neon pink that the others had so humorously painted his quarters.
Aaron took a step back and looked up at the indicator display and cursed again. The lift wasn't going to be arriving anytime soon and the 5 minute countdown wasn't stopping. Shaking his head he crossed his arms and vanished from the hall only to appear standing next to Jet on the bridge, pink jacket and all.
After taking in the surroundings Aaron leaned over and spoke to Jet through the side of his mouth. "Looks like you've got some competition red," he said, nodding towards the risque projection of the ship's AI. He looked down at Jet's form, taking in her dress again. "And as mush as I love your dress I gotta say that Little Miss Artificial Intercourse's dress is a bit more... welcoming."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Oct 14, 2009 21:37:17 GMT -5
Jet didn't bother glancing at Aaron as he appeared beside her - and if she was at all startled by his arrival it would remain known only to her. Of course she didn't have to look at him to notice his blindingly pink jacket - that kind of pink had a way of invading your peripheral vision, weather you wanted it to or not.
"Cute" she remarked in reference to the jacket before nodding towards the AI " I don't think there's much competition here Pink...clearly the two of you are meant for one another,alas I'll just have to settle for someone else..." she continued voice heavy on the sarcasm as she reached the alas part of her statement. "Good thing I already have someone else in mind" she added on in sudden cheerfulness. "Why don't you go and make friends with the Ship - I believe she goes by the name Lilith"
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Post by Taaru Masako on Oct 14, 2009 21:45:39 GMT -5
After greeting her captain, Lilith's gaze falls on Taaru for the briefest of moments, long enough for the cameras and sensors in the bridge to register, analyze and store every single signal either he as a biological being or the various wireless devices he was wearing could possibly emit. He didn't fail to realize this, having watched her rather dramatic entrance and locked eyes with her. His smile mimics hers, and something imperceptible passes between them.
Whatever it is, it is interrupted by Jet's comment.
"Trust me, Jet," he says with an air of seriousness as deep as the blackness of space,"if an interest develops between the two, she will have the upper hand," he says, nodding at the holographic avatar.
Erika and Rothk enter, and it takes Taaru longer than normal to realize there is a child on the bridge. When he does, he shoots a panicked look at the Lilith's avatar.
Luckily, she has already slipped into a night gown of sorts, floating eerily in the same fashion as her hair.
He turns to continue watching the underway proceedings, not bothering to turn when the "poof" of air heralding Aaron's arrival sends a breeze across his neck.
He tries very, very hard not to place his forehead in his palm.
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Aralee Galor
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Corellian Navy, Captain of 'Faustus'
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Post by Aralee Galor on Oct 14, 2009 21:46:07 GMT -5
Aralee wasn't particularly pleased to have so many people crowding her bridge to begin with, especially when upon turning to view said people she found the addition one small child to their midst. This sight cased an involuntary twitch above her right eye and frowning slightly she stepped forward to say something about it when in walked Mr. messy hair pink jacket - what in the 9 hells of Corellia were with these people?
"I really..." She started off her objection
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Oct 14, 2009 21:48:44 GMT -5
"I'm out of your life for less than five minutes and you've already found another lover," said in mock despair. "Darling, my heart is broken." Winking, he turned back to the projection and furrowed his brow. He looked her up and down but surprisingly, even so for himself, he wasn't examining her for coital reasons.
"She doesn't seem like my type, although the red hair reminds me " he remarked thoughtfully. He smiled to himself and looked down at his feet as a way of preoccupying his eyes. "I figured out why you wanted me to come along on this little sojourn."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Oct 14, 2009 21:52:19 GMT -5
Aralee didn't get the chance to say much more then that, she had in fact barely taken a step forward when Jet having sensed both her irritation and the targets turned to lock eyes with her.
"The child is from Dathomir..he has never seen a ship launch before and it is my wish that he remain" she doesn't bother speaking up in defense of Aaron - the fact that she has spoken to him already and thusly accepted his presence should be more then enough, the look in her eyes clearly states she's nt willing to discuss this any further either. Problem dealt with as far as Jet is concerned she turns back to the others.
"why's that Aaron, so you don't throw orgies in my Mansion while i'm away?"
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Post by The Corellian Navy on Oct 14, 2009 21:58:58 GMT -5
Lilith seems to gaze into the very seat of Aaron's soul with the patience of the geologic timescale...a very intimidating thing for an AI to do, considering "souls" or "patience" are something they, if so inclined, only have a theoretical interest in.
But somehow, Aaron may get the feeling that it's not for show...
Aaron arrives a split second before Rothk and Erika. Whether his comment or Rothk's presence causes the sudden flicker of the holo-image to rescan with Lilith in more decent clothing remains a mystery, but her razor wit does not, as she states it plainly.
"I wasn't aware that we were bringing children aboard..."
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The XO and the OOD twist their heads to the Communications pit at roughly the same time, most likely because they have received a call over the comms from its senior specialist. The XO looks at the Captain and reports: "Yard command signalling all clear, sir. Helping Hands is on their way.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Oct 14, 2009 22:04:02 GMT -5
"You should be more worried about me than the kid anyway Cap," he informed Aralee. "Especially with such an amazing example of your exceptionally attractive race." Knowing that would probably irritate the captain more than flatter her, Aaron turned back to Jet and smiled.
"Well I just remembered that Amber has now dyed her hair red," he said matter of factly."You're afraid that if I stayed back to help her keep an eye on things that you'd come back from this little vacation and find out you're a grandmother to a few new Starkillers."
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Aralee Galor
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Corellian Navy, Captain of 'Faustus'
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Post by Aralee Galor on Oct 14, 2009 22:11:41 GMT -5
Aralee begins to muster the proper response to the Diktat, citing hundreds of years of naval tradition and how the civilian leadership has no authority aboard a warship, no matter how influential or historically significant that leadership may be, but Aaron's comment tips her over the point of being nice.
Luckily, she understands enough about diplomacy to not order her CAC to have the whole lot of them shot.
Addressing all the civilians in the C&C booth, she tries her hand at acting:
"Ladies and gentlemen. We are about to get underway. I suggest you watch the proceedings from the concourse level," she says, indicating the catwalk running across the half circle of the bridge's viewport. "Major, if you would be kind enough to show them the stair access," she says, looking at Masako, finally asserting her authority over him.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Oct 14, 2009 22:16:31 GMT -5
Attending the captain's poorly veiled order and understanding very well the compound difficulties of launching a cruiser sized vessel while ministering to civvies and other oafish shenanigans, Taaru endeavors to make the captain's life a little easier.
Extending an arm to indicate the direction to the stairway access, he herds the clowder consisting of Jet, Erika & Rothk to the stairs, and implanting in Aaron's mind an impression of sudden and inexplicable violence to hopefully keep his attention focused long enough to get him out of the C&C booth.
He joins them on the concourse.
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