S.S Destiny Exploration (I/C)

Amelia Lockheart

Doctor David Stein. So that is how she knew him... He was almost famous. Not just for his advancements in the scientific world, but also for his eccentric methods in a laboratory.

"Well, then I am the one for whom it is nice to make your acquaintance, doctor Stein," Amelia said. "I am rather familiar with your work. In fact, I wrote a thesis on your theory of silicon-based life potentially showing a far greater dependency on sunlight and the energy thereof to sustain growth." She could go on. She would go on... She had not expected to meet anyone even remotely like herself. But Doctor Stein was a surprise and she could only hope that they could work together during their voyage. "In fact, I sought to disprove it, and instead suggest that silicon does not have further dependencies and requires of solar energy, but that solar energy is drawn to the higher capacity for storing energy. Silicon's heat resistance or conductivity, depending on the formation of its fibers, suggests that it works as a much great battery for solar energy. And heat, carried by sunlight, seeks to fill that empty battery up. Perhaps crating something akin to a lightning rod, except for sunlight, out of silicon."

She would of loved to go on further. Amelia never found it easier to talk to others than when she was discussing her work. But that would have to wait. Doctor Stein notified her of the captain. She turned her attention to the direction he nodded in and saw their new captain standing on a walkway above them.
 
~Sgt. Vani Cassand~
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"JINXER"

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>>You done your inspection rounds, Vahn?<<

>>Done. Just got to check in with the Security Chief then I’ll rendezvous, Mahn.<<

>>Alright. Listen up. The 'cool kids' are all up in the hangar bay near the popsicle machine. Co-Captain Danton is up on the catwalk and Captain Zala just about to bust onto the scene. Be professional, girlie.<<


“Cassand…? Sarge!!blurted out the dark skinned man, glowing silver eyes opened wide and a sheepish grin forming at his mouth. One of his cyberware arms he raised high, the other patting his subordinate on the shoulder. Both he and his subordinate took pause from taking inventory of the crates on the palate. “My, my, my… Is that the Sergeant Cassand?! Is that the glorified n' storified legendary Ms. Jinxer?!”

The man (who was obviously more machine than man now)passed his scanner to his subordinate and hustled over to the big blonde woman in the dark blue military dress. A stolid pose he took and a crisp salute he snapped.

A poorly contained smile the big blonde held at her lips as she returned the salute, big baby blues glistened fondly. “At ease Corporal…”

For a heartbeat longer each held the pose then hastily they both pulled at the collars of each of their respective gear and garb and flashed each other the neon blue happy face tattoos in the hollow of their left collarbones. They both began to laugh as soon as their tats lit up. The nanite infused ink emoticons did a pirouette upon their skins. The Sergeant tugged tight at her deep navy blue beret and winked a big baby blue eye. “Daaaaayam, DesBiens! Missed ya, bruh!! Sooooo much.”

“Smiley Squad, represeeeeent!!!”

“Right here, right now…”

They had both made fists and connected the bottoms of their fists together.

“Jinxer…!”

“Grimoire…!”

After stating their respective call-signs, they then tossed up their hands, all fingers outstretched in an ‘ain’t no thang’ hand gesture; “Hooooooooooo—YAYUH!!”

>>That is the complete opposite of professional. You listen at all to me?<<


In the hallway and in a loader mech the cheer was loudy repeated by two others.

Raptor! Represent! Hooooo—YAYUH!!! Sarge! I see you!”

"Phalanx! Represent! Hoo-YAYUH!!! Much love, Jinxie! Ey, Grim, ya still ugly, Cpl.?!”

“Ugly AF, Jonesie!! Man! Cannot wait to go Hallow’d up!!

>>See what you started, little girl...<<

>>Can't help it, sis. You just cannot stop the love! We Smiley Squad n' proud, baby! Hoooo-YAYUH!!<<


Another disdaining sigh let out over comms.

Vani and the Corporal raised both hands above their heads, pounded the bottoms of their fists together, then chest bumped. Vani hugged her silver-eyed friend.

After the nice, warm embrace, the big blonde Sgt. pulled back and smiled, “Soooo… what’s good, DesBiens? Been a while… like almost 2 years now?”

“2 years, A-firmative. And awww y’know. Got papered here. Running the Exo inventory here for Destiny. You?”

“I’mma ‘get dressed’ for Destiny. Check the tags, Grim…”

“Dayam skippy, ya don’t say… Wow! Congrats, Sarge!! Squad lead?”

“Dunno yet. Briefing to come. They all hush-hush till the end up in this outfit. And besides, we’re explorers here now, right? You?”

“Waiting on clearance. Till then, I’m another grease monkey and Exo babysitter. Wait. Naawwww… No way! That your sexy shiny Vader Exo in wraps, Sarge?”

“Freshly painted. Cannot wait to unwrap her and check her out!”

“Meeeee tooooo! Last I saw, you were ridin’ the Mk.4 model—”

“Heads up, recruit!! Get down!!” barked out Vani once she spotted the danger unfolding.

A hovering drone carrying dozens of uniforms zipped right past the blonde recruit boy with glasses. If he was quick enough he would not get whacked in the head with the uniforms.

“Watch yo’self, Cherry! Boy, get woke n’ get your head on right!”

“Easy, Cpl.” Vani lightly elbowed DesBiens and nodded towards the recruit’s insignias and badging, “I think he’s one of ours…?”

“Yeah, then if he gunna be with the best he better be at his best. Useless cherry…”

“Name and rank, recruit…” she called out as they marched on over to the recruit with the glasses. Vani tossed an upward chinbob at him, a light smile hinting at her lips,“you ride Hallow?”

Halloween'd up. She means: are you certified to pilot an Exo-mech suit, Cherry…” said DesBiens immediately after Vani had spoken, “and best recognize: I am Corporal Vince DesBiens. And this here is none other than Sergeant Vani Cassand. Smiley Squad, boy. Hoo-yayuh…!”

>>Vahn, look alive. Both Captains present in the hangar bay. Haul your fat ass to where the cool kids are, lil’ sis.<<

>>Roger that, Mahn. I’mma bring my little lost puppy boy with me…!<<


A sigh of distaste sounded out over comms in response.

“Thank you Cpl. And gots to bounce, Grim. Caps are in.” she tugged at her beret in DesBiens direction.

Both double tapped their fist bottoms then flashed an open hand past their faces, “Keep smilin’, baby.” They said in unison.

“Yeah… now I better make it look like I’m all busy then. See ya, round, Jinxie…”

Vani smiled and tossed an upward chinbob at DesBiens. Then she turned her attention back to the blonde recruit with glasses. “Alright, recruit. Step lively. Let’s go meet the captains…”

With much bounce in her step she headed on to meet with Mana before gathering in the back of the hangar bay with the others.

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~Lt. Mana Cassand~
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"ICE QUEEN"


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She stood there surveying the scene from the cat walk and coolly marched on over to the lift where the co-Captain, Danton had passed. The display in her left ocular split screen into 3: Actual vision, live feed from Bubbi and read out on dossiers of the ‘cool kids’ gathered below her.

The gunmetal blue formal aviator’s cap she readjusted and her matching coloured jacket she straightened out. The woman marched calmly towards the lift leading her down. Upon nearing the co-captain, she took a rigid yet fine pose and snapped a sharp salute without saying a word as co-Captain Danton walked past.

The lift ride brought her down to the hangar level and her floating drone whipped past her, did a quick 360 pan then found home in the docking bay in the harness at the back of the blonde’s neck.

>>Ms. Vani will be here in 7.3 seconds, Ms. Mana. She may have a recruit in tow.<<

>>Thank you, Bubbi. When we have the chance, let’s re-interface with Mandy even before we do a systems check. Kill all bugs, got it?<<

>>Affirmative, Ms. Mana.<<

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As soon as the twins reunited, they reached out and did their usual ‘pinkie swear’ greeting. The blue-eyed Vani was taller than her sister by a fair bit and definitely was blessed with a much more muscled up frame. The shorter green-eyed Mana was graced with a much more elegant frame and much more ‘endowed up front’ than her “lil’ sister.” And technically, Mana was the elder of the two. By almost 2 minutes. It was easier to tell these twins apart than others sets of twins physically, but it was the demeanour and expressions they held that were the most obvious signs. Vani was more like a big, happy doggie with its tail always wagging and aiming to please. Mana was more like a dangerous panther, razor sharp and always on the prowl.

“All good, lil’ sis?” said Mana rather coolly.

“Good to go, Mahn.” Said Vani with a smile, wink and nod.

And so over to the others did the twins march. Then at about several arms lengths from the gathering, they held back momentarily and stood together side by side.


>>Just be quiet, Vahn. Let me be impressive and engaging. But don’t you be just a useless pimple. Smile and nod where appropriate. Don’t embarrass us, girlie…<<

>>Roger that. Like we done so many times before--<<

>>--Riiiight and like so many times before, your social inadequacies made us look goofy AF. Don’t worry about the cool kids. Now secure that stuttering and shaky voice crap and be a Cassand. That clear?!<<

>>Crystal. No worries, sis…<<

The Nezumi had just spoken when the twins arrived on scene. With fine and rigid poses they stood and in unison, they snapped crisp salutes at the Captain.

“Lt. Mana Cassand, Chief Navigations Officer and Standby Pilot, sir. And this is Sgt. Vani Cassand, Ammunitions Specialist and Leader of the decorated Smiley Squad. Pleased to serve the S.S. Destiny in full. Welcome aboard, Captain Zala.”

Baby blue-eyes slid sideways and Vani glanced at Stevens to check to see how he reacted to the Captain, a bemused smirk hanging off the side of her lips.

Noting this, Mana made a clearing of her throat noise over their secured channel and Vani’s blue eyes went forward and face placid again. Mana, the dominant twin, lifted her green eyes upward and she nodded curtly. “Co-Captain Danton presiding from the catwalk, sir.”

Both twins relaxed a bit as they put their hands behind their backs and held a respectful resting pose. But a smile parted Vani’s lips now. She just could not help it. They were on the cusp of something great. She could just feel it.

“Awaiting Captain’s orders. Ready and willing, sir.”


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Doctor | Medic | Corpsman

  • Jordan opted to spend most of his time aboard the Destiny acquainting himself with the medical supplies manifests and the persons manifests. It was his job to oversee and maintain a healthy populace and an efficient medical bay. His time with the Colonial Guard served to push him towards efficiency: group, organize, disseminate, commit. Each person on the manifest was categorized by race, then by role, then by last name. Each race got their own data storage, both digital and on paper. Even in the year it was now, he still preferred the feeling of paper on his fingers, and a physical file allowed him to organize data in a meaningful way.

    Essential crew members had a much smaller cabinet, their fields of focus making it easy to block-sort the masses. It was the non-essential that took the most time to organize, having dozens upon dozens of steward roles and labor positions. He made note to run through the medical portfolios of everyone on the vessel in his spare time, which was only when he was resting and eating. Getting to know the kinds of medical hiccups that could be found aboard the vessel was integral to his organizational structure. It also allowed him to establish more effective quarantine methods in the event of a species-specific outbreak, or more common viral afflictions.

    His organization of the medical apparati and medications was equally in-depth: function or category, specific application, alphabetized. More importantly, specific crew medications key-flagged to their user's account, and components. This journey would take an unforeseen amount of time, and ensuring that ample stocks of synthesizing components were kept on-hand is imperative.

    His near-obsessive focus on categorizing and organizing the medical and crews manifests demanded the entirety of his attention. So much so that he never even unpacked his belongings. Beside his bed, sat his suitcase - opened but unsorted, with his used clothing piled haphazardly in the corner. His box of personals sat at the foot of the bed, unopened. It contained his degrees, assorted medical documents and books, and other minor accouterments.

    So engrossed in his work, was he, that he nearly forgot the time and place he was to be. His saving grace was the notification he pre-programmed into his PDA. Startled from his work, he pulled the device from his pocket and looked upon it. The personal digital computer was a dated item, an artifact of many generations past, one that was restored for an exorbitant sum due to the components required and the materials themselves. Still, it proved invaluable in his years as a doctor. To him, one of the best features of it is that it is an analog device - no wireless interface. Short of someone taking the device and tampering with it, it was unhackable. It was having this feature added that helped save him the funds to restore it.

    Taking note of the time, and the 'encouraged' appointment, he made a note in the device as to where he was in his work and cleaned it up before making his way to the designated meeting area: the hangar.

    His footfalls were crisp and sharp, the years in the Guard showing true and something he has never lost nor forgotten. His attire was his 'casual' attire: his Academy uniform, his statement of growth from where he came. Plus, he felt it stylish for most scenarios. On the left shoulder, was his rank upon mustering out: Specialist. He never saw the need to rise higher than what he was, at the time. All he cared about was getting the job done.

    He took note of the growing gathering of personages in the center of the hangar, making mental note of the few he recognized due to their particularly thick folders. Upon his approach, his eyes lighted upon the Captain-on-deck and he fell in-line behind the other soldiers gathering, snapping a sharp salute: left hand clenching shut and resting at the small of his back while his right balls shut and rests over his heart with a muffled thump.

    He held the salute for just long enough to show the respect needed to the Captain before his right hand fell down and settled in the palm of his left on the small of his back. For the moment, he would say nothing unless addressed.



  • Name: Jordan Arnsworth, Holy Man
    Race: Human, North American (Slavic Descent)
    Gender: Male
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    Age: 35
    Height: Six foot, three inches (1.9m)
    Weight: Two hundred, fifty-five pounds (115KG/18Stone)
    Hair: Short, near-jarhead, light brown
    Eyes: Hazel
    Skin: Creame

    • Position: Ship's Doctor/Field Medic
      Ability: None
      Strengths and Talents: Combat Training (Retired, Nine Years), Field Triage (Practicing, Six Years), Emergency Surgery (Practicing, Six Years)
      Neutral: Combat Driving (Nine Years), Hovercycle Driving (Nineteen Years), HazMat Control (Three Years), Culinary Experience
      Weaknesses and Flaws: Xeno Anatomy (Practicing, One Year), Schizoid-Stress Disorder, Neurotic, Mechanical Sciences, High-Functioning Bi-Polar Disorder (Medicated)
      Enhancements: None
      Certifications and Degrees: General Driver Certification, MD in Surgery, BS in Xeno Anatomy, Marksman Certification, Emergency Vehicle Driver Certification, BS in Microbiology, HazMat Certification

    • Jordan maintains an affable personality, allowing others to approach him and bring forth issues regarding orders or situations on the ship with ease. Due to his strained past, he will often try to stay secluded from those he is with, despite his willingness to aid others. In situations of high stress, his entire personality shifts and he becomes cold and efficient. He opts for the path of least resistance to a goal and appears apathetic when dealing with those injured in the field. It is not uncommon for crew members to hear Jordan speaking to himself and having dynamic conversations in a similar manner. Psychological evaluations have hinted that his spouse was among the list of those deceased or lost in one of the many resource wars and his mind conjures her image as a way of working through particularly troubling scenarios.

    • Equipment


      This firearm is a field medic's choice weapon in the event combat is a necessity. The firearm sports the ability to change munitions depending on the need, whether needing to fire lethal munitions to non-lethal, to medicinal components. Light-weight, easy to clean and repair, and durable.

      This All-in-One Medical Supply Kit contains a couple of notable items: a hazardous environmental respirator and a self-sterilizing medical applicator/injector. Housed in a durable case, the kit can carry medical supplies for several field operations to sustain the lives of a dozen soldiers or to perform emergency surgeries on two at any given time before resupply is required.



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Location: Hangar, Catwalk



The size of the crowd grew larger as Danton waited, his eyes peering over them like a hawk from his perch on the catwalk. They were all milling around, talking to each other, getting to know the crew. Good, at least from the viewpoint of the essential crew. They would need to know and get along with each other if they wanted a smooth sailing ship. During his rather obvious attempt of watching over the crew, Captain Zala walked into the hangar and immediately joined with a few of the members on the ground. Hector frowned, but couldn’t deny that he wasn’t necessarily a people person. If Zala wanted to be the face of the two captains, he was more than welcome to the job. Checking his PDA once more, Hector could see that the time was ticking down for the launch, and he had to get these people kicking into gear. With a slight tap on the railing he was leaning on, he rubbed his jaw and felt the pricklings of a beard poking through. He hadn’t had time to shave this morning, but he hoped that wouldn’t be a problem.

It was around that time that someone finally noticed he was above them, with a couple soldiers snapping crisp salutes to both captains. Two blonde women announced his presence to the others, their names mysteriously missing from his mind despite being positive he had read about them in the dossiers. After all, how many twins could there be on this ship? Once they made their declaration, a number of individuals started searching the catwalk for him, and once they laid eyes, a few of them saluted. He personally had never been big on saluting, but he supposed that was ingrained. After all, he had been a mercenary, not a soldier. They were more focused on getting the job done than how they looked or the discipline off the field of battle.

Well, I’ve been found out, time to kick this party into gear I suppose. Danton thought to himself as he stood up from his leaning position and cleared his throat. Tapping the communication device once he was done doing that, he heard a ‘ding’ in his ear to indicate it was on. He clasped his hands behind his back, and did his best to look more or less impressive. ”Attention, crew of the S.S. Destiny.” Hector stated in his naturally low and growl-like voice. His voice reverberated through the hangar as the speakers amplified his voice. He waited a moment for people’s attention to be turned towards him, which thankfully only took a couple seconds. Once the hangar had more or less quieted down, he continued.

”I am Hector Danton, Co-Captain for this ship and mission.” Hector gave a slight pause, as if for effect, then continued. ”Below me, among you, is your other Captain of this vessel, Yukito Zala.” Hector pointed directly at Yukito, who thankfully already stood out a slight bit due to the nature of his species. ”Together, we will be leading this ship and her crew in pursuit of a single goal. Securing a new world for Humanity to colonize. In order to do that, we have to go beyond the known systems and worlds, into the unknown and face whatever waits for us out there.” He paused once more to gauge reactions. They should have all known this was the mission, so he wasn’t expecting anyone to be surprised by this. ”to accomplish this, we have recruited the best in their respective fields...you. Every single person in this hangar was handpicked for this mission based on your qualifications, which means I will be expecting the best from each and every member of this crew.” Hector knew that could come across as sounding potentially confrontational, but he wasn’t here to be their friend. He was here to lead them.

”Now...I wish I could tell you that we will certainly finish this mission without a problem. That we’ll be back in time for dinner, but the reality is that there are a number of unknowns associated to this. That means we must be prepared and willing to push past everything in order to succeed. We have been given all the tools necessary, the next part is up to us.” Hector paused for a moment, gauging his audience slightly, before turning his eyes to his Co-Captain. ”Captain Zala, is there anything you would like to add?” Hector asked, waiting patiently for the man to decide if he wanted to say anything to the crew.

Once he was done, Hector gave a nod and turned his head back towards the majority of the people. ”We’re only going to have one shot at this, so we have to make everything count.” Hector turned his head upwards slightly. ”Mandy, direct everyone to their quarters. Everyone, stow your gear and prep yourselves. We launch in 20.” Hector turned to start walking away from the catwalk.

”Dismissed!”
 
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Throughout most of the conversations between the crew within the hanger after making himself known, Yukito had remained silent just so that he would be able to examine each personnel at a time. Although everything from their age to the background that they came from was already reviewed through their files, the fact of getting a look at someone face to face was completely different. As it had appeared at first glance most of the crew that he was meeting up with currently was mainly human aside from the Nezumi who was quick to introduce herself as 'Sector' and being one of the mechanics that was going to be aboard the ship. Simply nodding with his usual smile across his lips, the fact that at least one other alien being a specialist on the ship made things a bit more diverse in case they ever landed on a planet that was all that much more difficult to negotiate with when it came to living with humans.


Soon enough, as a male crewman was rushing past him to go off on his duties whatever it might've been; Yukito was quick to stop the male by holding out his suitcase in the way of the male's path just to have him halt with both arms wrapped around the case in question. "Ah...if you wouldn't mind. Bring this to my quarters will you?" With each word he spoke, his gaze remained focused forward rather than directly look towards the crewman who quickly saluted before marching off rapidly to go do what he was just asked of by the Captain.

Moments passed with Yukito still as silent as ever, before the a constant beeping was heard through his head as a small rectangular screen popped up in the upper right corner of his own vision. A woman with dark brown hair who wore a black and white cap that held the insignia of the military branch along with her ranking of Admiral made her appearance at only being the upper part of her body along with her face that was rather stern looking. "Ah, Admiral Silver. For what do I owe the honor of you calling?" Questioning rather out loud even if any of the other crew members would be able to hear him; the human woman had only cleared her throat at first before deciding to actually speak. "Captain Zala, I assume that you and your crew have done all necessary preparations for the scheduled launch time?"

With nothing more than a nod of his head in response at first, he soon helped his coat over his shoulders without the use of slipping his arms through the sleeves. Knowing well enough that the Admiral was up in her ship right outside of Earth's atmosphere along with fleet patrolling the surrounding area to make sure that the launch would be successful without any intrusion. "Indeed we are Admiral. No need to concern yourself about it. We're still on schedule." Ending the call on that note, Yukito exhaled a low sigh before he was once more greeted by yet two other specialists.

Turning his head over towards his side before fully giving the newcomers his attention, it seemed that the next two who made themselves known were a pair of twins. Both blonde, one with green eyes while the other had blue. The one who spoke out of them seemed to had been the navigator while the other was the ammunition specialist as well as apart of something called the 'Decorated Smiley Squad'; what on Earth was that. Arching a brow at that very fact. "Honor to meet you Miss Mana and Miss Vani. Please, make yourselves comfortable for the time being. Meet me on the bridge before launch....That goes for all of you as well, surely you all do not wish to miss the sight of launching from the bridge." Mentioning this to the group that had already been conversing beforehand, it wasn't till one of the twins spoke of how Danton was on the catwalk did Yukito actually notice the Co-Captain was overseeing everyone within the Hanger.

Seconds after finally spotting the man, the sudden deep voice speaking out over the intercoms throughout the hanger had Yukito listen as Danton gave quite the interesting speech of his own about the whole reason for the trip on the S.S Destiny as well as why everyone was picked out for this particular mission. All the while everyone was focused on Danton's speech, he had taken the chance to progress his way over towards the lift while only holding up his right arm when Danton addressed Yukito as said Captain for everyone within the Hanger to get an idea of what he looked like. By the time the end of the speech came and he was asked if there was anything he'd like to add, Yukito registered his own voice through the intercom systems to speak his own piece.

"First, let me thank you all for coming along this mission. Now, I know it must be difficult for all of you to be leaving your homes and family to go on such a trip...as Captain Danton has stated, we will not be returning anytime too soon and while the trip may be exciting for some of you and terrifying for others, there will no doubt be hardships among all of us. However, I ask of all of you...human and all species that reside with us, is that you all remain strong." With those words, the silver haired Captain came to a halt at the lift only to turn his back to it so that he might face as many of the crew as he could from the slightly elevated position of where the lift was located.

"I will not lie to any of you. There are many dangers that lie ahead of us. Not only will we be facing uncharted space but we will be most likely facing hostile aliens, creatures and there is the chance of piracy. Some of you may not come back alive...but I give you all my word that I will do whatever I can to keep you all alive to the very end of our voyage." As expected, with the fact that Yukito brought up the fact that death was a possibly by piracy or other means, silent chatter started to spread across the hanger as some of the other crew members; especially younger folks started to second guess their intentions of coming along the voyage. "I do not blame any of you for whatever thoughts you might have after hearing that...So, I am stating this right now. If any of you have any second thoughts about joining us on this mission, you are free to leave. None of you will be punished in any way whatsoever for your decision. For those of you who do stay I vow that I will lay down my life just to make sure that you all survive this to the end."

Ending it there, he only turned his back once again to the crew just to head onto the lift so that he would be able to head straight to the bridge. Knowing well enough that there was going to be a number of crew leaving because of his words, he did not mind one bit of it; since he was apart of the Special Forces he was always expected to be as blunt and fully truthful about everything he stated each time it came to a mission whether people liked it or not. Of course, he attempted not to be too horrible about it since he wasn't exactly apart of the Special Forces any longer and now it simply was the matter of trying to better himself from those days.
Yukito Zala
 

Doctor | Medic | Corpsman
Location: Hangar -> Medical Offices | Interactions: @Rumiko

  • He listened with rapt attention to the words of the two captains, understanding full-well what this operation entailed, and stood idle for a fleeting moment when they both finished their statements.. This mission would likely span years and affect the lives of all one hundred, thirteen thousand, nine hundred and forty members aboard the vessel. Jordan was prepared for this from the very beginning when he received his correspondence about partaking on the expedition. Now, Jordan was the chief medical officer and had scores many more lives to care for than he has ever managed before. Such numbers should unnerve him, but he wasn't worried. He was excited.

    "Be careful, now, dear. You know how you get when you get excited. Take a deep breath and focus."

    Only he would hear the soft voice grace his ears, the murmurs of times past and the sweet melody of the woman he still loves to this day. With a soft smile perched upon his lips, he turned his head back towards her voice and cast his gaze around the hangar and the busy-bodies roaming around.

    "Don't worry, love. I'm as focused as one can be."

    He muttered the words under his breath, uncaring if others heard his one-sided dialogue, as he turned and made his way back towards the medical department. From the central hangar, the journey to the medical offices was a little over three kilometers and he made it at a crisp walk. He still had thousands of files to browse and organize. Even with the assistance of the interns, the work was grueling. When he entered the office, he made rounds with those assisting with the categorization, ensuring that all was being done to his specifications. With the rounds complete, it was his turn to address the group.

    Jordan cleared his throat and shifted his gaze around those in the office where he worked, "Attention, please. I have an address to make to all of our medical professionals and aides. That means you, too."

    He pulled out his PDA and flicked through some notes on a file before pocketing it and activating his ear piece with a broadcast to all medical workers. The broadcast was transmitted on the ship's intercommunications system and would be easily accessible to anyone interested in listening in on it.

    "Esteemed colleagues and aides. We are about to embark on a journey the likes the which Humanity has never experienced. We are the pioneers, the explorers, the first contact. We will have many long days and many more sleepless nights ahead of us; but, that is why we need to work together, support one another, and reach out to someone if it is needed. We are in charge of the lives of over one hundred thousand people. It is up to us to ensure that all medical procedures are being followed to the letter, that each prescription is verified and logged so we know where and what products are being moved, and the list goes on." Jordan takes a breath for a moment and looks around those assembled before continuing, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he did so.

    "We are arguably the most important people on this ship, much to the protests of the ship's engineers, I am sure."

    A series of chuckles come from the gathered aides and colleagues as he continued from his joke, "We are in charge of keeping everyone healthy and disease in the depths of space. We are slated to depart in mere minutes, now. I urge all of you to put a pin in what you are working on and make your way to the nearest view port. This is the biggest step in your lives, and it would be a waste not to watch it. Once we are cleared from planetary orbit and enter slip, return to your work. That is all."

    He would watch the launch later from the news reels and the various crew's eye views that would likely pop up on the ship's network. He had a lot of work to do, and not enough time to finish it. After migrating to where he set himself up at, he sent an inquest to Mandy from his desk's terminal.

    >>Mandy, please inform everyone in Administration that they will be receiving an itinerary once we enter slip for their inoculations and physicals. I have no doubt they have already passed their tests before launch, but I like to make sure these things are done right and by my book. Please, and thank you.<<

    Jordan takes in a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling before back down to his work and pulling out his PDA to check his notes, using them to guide him to where he left off on his work from earlier.



  • Name: Jordan Arnsworth, Holy Man
    Race: Human, North American (Slavic Descent)
    Gender: Male
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    Age: 35
    Height: Six foot, three inches (1.9m)
    Weight: Two hundred, fifty-five pounds (115KG/18Stone)
    Hair: Short, near-jarhead, light brown
    Eyes: Hazel
    Skin: Creame

    • Position: Ship's Doctor/Field Medic
      Ability: None
      Strengths and Talents: Combat Training (Retired, Nine Years), Field Triage (Practicing, Six Years), Emergency Surgery (Practicing, Six Years)
      Neutral: Combat Driving (Nine Years), Hovercycle Driving (Nineteen Years), HazMat Control (Three Years), Culinary Experience
      Weaknesses and Flaws: Xeno Anatomy (Practicing, One Year), Schizoid-Stress Disorder, Neurotic, Mechanical Sciences, High-Functioning Bi-Polar Disorder (Medicated)
      Enhancements: None
      Certifications and Degrees: General Driver Certification, MD in Surgery, BS in Xeno Anatomy, Marksman Certification, Emergency Vehicle Driver Certification, BS in Microbiology, HazMat Certification

    • Jordan maintains an affable personality, allowing others to approach him and bring forth issues regarding orders or situations on the ship with ease. Due to his strained past, he will often try to stay secluded from those he is with, despite his willingness to aid others. In situations of high stress, his entire personality shifts and he becomes cold and efficient. He opts for the path of least resistance to a goal and appears apathetic when dealing with those injured in the field. It is not uncommon for crew members to hear Jordan speaking to himself and having dynamic conversations in a similar manner. Psychological evaluations have hinted that his spouse was among the list of those deceased or lost in one of the many resource wars and his mind conjures her image as a way of working through particularly troubling scenarios.

    • Equipment


      This firearm is a field medic's choice weapon in the event combat is a necessity. The firearm sports the ability to change munitions depending on the need, whether needing to fire lethal munitions to non-lethal, to medicinal components. Light-weight, easy to clean and repair, and durable.

      This All-in-One Medical Supply Kit contains a couple of notable items: a hazardous environmental respirator and a self-sterilizing medical applicator/injector. Housed in a durable case, the kit can carry medical supplies for several field operations to sustain the lives of a dozen soldiers or to perform emergency surgeries on two at any given time before resupply is required.



  • Jordan opted to spend most of his time aboard the Destiny acquainting himself with the medical supplies manifests and the persons manifests. It was his job to oversee and maintain a healthy populace and an efficient medical bay. His time with the Colonial Guard served to push him towards efficiency: group, organize, disseminate, commit. Each person on the manifest was categorized by race, then by role, then by last name. Each race got their own data storage, both digital and on paper. Even in the year it was now, he still preferred the feeling of paper on his fingers, and a physical file allowed him to organize data in a meaningful way.

    Essential crew members had a much smaller cabinet, their fields of focus making it easy to block-sort the masses. It was the non-essential that took the most time to organize, having dozens upon dozens of steward roles and labor positions. He made note to run through the medical portfolios of everyone on the vessel in his spare time, which was only when he was resting and eating. Getting to know the kinds of medical hiccups that could be found aboard the vessel was integral to his organizational structure. It also allowed him to establish more effective quarantine methods in the event of a species-specific outbreak, or more common viral afflictions.

    His organization of the medical apparati and medications was equally in-depth: function or category, specific application, alphabetized. More importantly, specific crew medications key-flagged to their user's account, and components. This journey would take an unforeseen amount of time, and ensuring that ample stocks of synthesizing components were kept on-hand is imperative.

    His near-obsessive focus on categorizing and organizing the medical and crews manifests demanded the entirety of his attention. So much so that he never even unpacked his belongings. Beside his bed, sat his suitcase - opened but unsorted, with his used clothing piled haphazardly in the corner. His box of personals sat at the foot of the bed, unopened. It contained his degrees, assorted medical documents and books, and other minor accouterments.

    So engrossed in his work, was he, that he nearly forgot the time and place he was to be. His saving grace was the notification he pre-programmed into his PDA. Startled from his work, he pulled the device from his pocket and looked upon it. The personal digital computer was a dated item, an artifact of many generations past, one that was restored for an exorbitant sum due to the components required and the materials themselves. Still, it proved invaluable in his years as a doctor. To him, one of the best features of it is that it is an analog device - no wireless interface. Short of someone taking the device and tampering with it, it was unhackable. It was having this feature added that helped save him the funds to restore it.

    Taking note of the time, and the 'encouraged' appointment, he made a note in the device as to where he was in his work and cleaned it up before making his way to the designated meeting area: the hangar.

    His footfalls were crisp and sharp, the years in the Guard showing true and something he has never lost nor forgotten. His attire was his 'casual' attire: his Academy uniform, his statement of growth from where he came. Plus, he felt it stylish for most scenarios. On the left shoulder, was his rank upon mustering out: Specialist. He never saw the need to rise higher than what he was, at the time. All he cared about was getting the job done.

    He took note of the growing gathering of personages in the center of the hangar, making mental note of the few he recognized due to their particularly thick folders. Upon his approach, his eyes lighted upon the Captain-on-deck and he fell in-line behind the other soldiers gathering, snapping a sharp salute: left hand clenching shut and resting at the small of his back while his right balls shut and rests over his heart with a muffled thump.

    He held the salute for just long enough to show the respect needed to the Captain before his right hand fell down and settled in the palm of his left on the small of his back. For the moment, he would say nothing unless addressed.

 
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David Stein

Seems their group keeps on growing, as David watched a small group of three. Two of whom practically screamed 'twins.' Despite the fact that all three were blonde.

He did make a small observation, and that was the fact that the twins' uniforms, save for the third, a young blonde man with glasses, had a pin with a smiley face on it. Peculiar to say the least, but he wasn't about to judge. Everyone needed their own method of camaraderie. Even soldiers, and scientists.

After making sure the names of the three soldiers were logged down incase they were to be in his lab, and so he could avoid having to ask their names and such. His attention was dragged to the catwalks as the other Co-Captain made his announcement. A speech that David listened to with silence not born of respect, just out of sort of hearing this already when he was selected. He would still give the speech a few claps that sounded a bit off due to the fact his hand were more metal than flesh. Which wasn't to say he didn't clap for when Captain Zala made his speech.

When the mention of potential death came to attention, David was one of the few to not react. Almost similar to signing onto a project, there were always a risk of injury or even death. Hell, in David's career. He saw or heard about his eleven fellow colleagues die and six were no doubt crippled, some he was nearby and they unfortunately underestimated a device, a chemical or a test subject. Some foolishly tried to do the impossible. Such as one poor individual trying to cross the gap between this dimension and another one. Or that what was his theory/project was all about. At first, the experiment was doing amazingly well. But as always, midway through. The device that had served as the catalyst for the crossing began to experience hiccups, letting out torrents of energy that destroyed the lab, and before exploding. It became the equivalent of a small black hole and pulled in the fool.

The event was covered up, and the scientist was declared dead in the 'fire.' The only reason David even knew the truth was because he was informed by a colleague who was brought in to assist in finding out what went wrong. And while David would have some respect for the dead, he would still hold the event as a reminder to always be prepared, and to expect the worse to come. Most peculiar is that David has heard some rumors about the event. Often spoke about between new scientists and researchers. Some stated that the experiment caused a nearby apple to change into an orange, some saying that those who go to the scene of the event, or near one of the devices held somewhere would see things in the corner of their eyes, or even see a strange man waving at them or something

The type of rumors born from young researchers, and those easy to be fooled.

When it seemed things were done, the chief medical officer spoke to the more science and medical side of the crew. While David couldn't suppress a small smirk at the light jab to engineers, it only lasted for a fraction of a second before vanishing. Its replacement being a small frown, a side effect of having the lower part of your face replaced with an artificial one.

Just before the speech was over, the chief medical officer made a small suggestion for them to view the launch for a reason, no doubt born out of a need to be in awe at the sight of them leaving their native home. But David personally cared less about it, as he wanted to get to work as soon as possible.

Just before leaving the group, David turned to Amelia and said. "Auf Wiedersehen, Frau Lockheart." And with that, he made his way past the moving crew members, heading to his lab. Despite having already been there many times, he wanted to memorize everything to the point it would become muscle memory. That and to retrieve his helmet. Not wanting to work without it being on.

Walking in, he soon spotted the shiny black headgear that served him as a way to filter the air and to prevent exposure to splash from chemicals or organisms.

Slipping it on, and after making sure it was secured to prevent any chance of it being moved and increasing the risk for an accident.

David Stein was ready for work....

@ValGalorian @Everyone in the small group in the hanger
 
Rook Stevens Jr.

Rook was so thrown off by the strange feeling of being watched, that a drone carrying what he assumed to be supplies, almost collided with his head. Barely ducking out of the way, Rook's attention was soon pulled as somewhat called out to him. Turning around to come face to face with two people, one being a blonde lady, the other being a lightly augmented man. The blonde lady asking for name and rank, as well as if he 'ride hallow.' Which the other translated to if he was certified to use an Exo-Suit. Just before stating their own names and rank. Corporal Vince DesBiens and Sargent Vani Cassand.

At the sight of two higher ranking soldiers, Rook quickly gave a shaky salute. "Private Rook S-Stevens Jr, sir and m'am." After which he lowered his arm. Slightly embarrassed to have stuttered on his last name.

Deciding to distract himself, he responded to Vince's question. "No, I was never given training for an Exo-Suit. I am fresh out of boot-camp. Apologies." Doing his best to maintain eye contact. As he didn't want to further embarrass himself.

"Despite lacking that skill, I will do my best to make up for it." A confidence booster, more so for himself and hopefully for the two. After Vince and Vani went separate ways, after giving their goodbyes. Vani went over to where a small group of people were gathered, stating for the two of them to go and meet one of the Co-Captains. Which after picking up his duffle bag, Rook followed her to the group. Whereupon after Vani introduced herself, he followed suit. This time avoiding a stutter. Although just barely, as he was now with the group that looked cool, another soldier of a higher rank than him, and a potential even high ranking one that looked very similar to Vani, one of the Co-Captains. To say that he was nervous, would be an understatement.

A feeling that was barely suppressed by Rook looking around every so often.

Thankfully he was soon distracted by the other Co-Captain on the tall catwalks.

The speech that followed would not only excite Rook, but would also cause his nervousness to jump a little.

Sure, joining the military, the prospect of death would an ever present one, but for some reason. The thought of dying far away from home, and his parents and family not knowing until the long journey was over, terrified him.

But he wasn't about to turn back and go home. When he signed up, he knew the risks. And now being part of this journey was far too important. While punishment could be avoided. His family along with himself wouldn't be able to forgive the action of turning tail and running.

As the various crew went their separate ways, he awaited orders. Just incase there was something to do, and he didn't want to annoy the two high ranking soldiers...

@Boo Girlie BoomBoom @The others in the hanger.
 
Eli Muller

As he was ready to move on and go to a different part of the ship, Eli soon spotted newcomers to the small group. One of whom was the blonde soldier in glasses that caught a glimpse of him. And the other two were also blonde, but female. He would say siblings, but from looking at them. He could tell that the one in glasses wasn't related, as normally twins or triplets were somewhat similar. But the boy lacked characteristics that the other two did.

They were all clearly soldiers, of varying ranks.

Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but feel like he recognized the twins from somewhere. A feeling that left a cold feeling in his gut. Normally he could recall faces and names at the drop of a hat. But he couldn't with these two.

Where could he know them from? Former comrades? Couldn't be that, as most of the other members of Spectre were dead, retired or in hiding. So that was eliminated. Perhaps they met on a mission? A more likely answer. He would have to confirm this later when he had free time.

His attention was pulled to Co-Captain Danton's speech. A truly inspiring one. As evident from the various claps and cheers, and quiet murmurs when death was brought up. A prospect that Eli expected, and whoever assigned him to this ship expected. In fact, he was positive he would surprise a few if he was still alive when the mission was over and they were back on Earth.

Then came Zala's speech and then the chief medical officer's speech, which jabbed at the engineering part of the crew. A lighthearted jab, but amusing nonetheless.

Now everyone of the colorful crew were going their own ways. The scientists to their labs, the engineers to their workshops. And wherever else. He would retire to his quarters. To relax, but to also find out more about the few crew members that caught his eye.

But before doing that. He climbed down from his hiding spot, not wanting to draw too much attention. And joined the stream of crew members heading away to their respective spots. Only stopping to look at the twins, trying one more time to remember where he knew them from. Before disappearing into the crowd.

This is going to be an interesting journey....

@Everyone in the hanger.
 
S E C T O R
Nezumi | Mechanic
≡Location: S.S. Destiny, Hangar Bay to Quarters to Bridge
≡Interactions: Vega (@Soverign ), Sully (@conman2163 )



The appearance of the twins only earned a slight cocking of Sector’s head, as S.P.A.R.K. continued to feed her various bits of information. Internally, she was thanking the program for it’s profound helpfulness. She wouldn’t be able to keep all the humans straight otherwise, she had to admit. She flashed the doctor a slight smile, though kept it brief. He didn’t look like someone who would care for her terribly much, and she had no interest in annoying a doctor. Doctors were good. They helped keep you from dying if something went wrong. And even though Sector doubted that anything would go wrong, yet, it’d happen eventually.

When Haze began his announcement, both of Sector’s ears swiveled to show her attention fully on the co-captain. Not that they really needed to swivel, with the communications system set up, but it was a pretty good cue that she was listening fully. She folded her arms over her chest, tail wavering back and forth behind her. None of what she heard was news to her, though just how formal Haze was made her itch a little bit. Oh well. It was what it was, she suspected she would have a much better time with Zala.

Man, it’s like some of these guys didn’t even pay attention to what they were getting in to agreeing to go on this, the rat mused at the mutterings of various individuals at Zala’s mention of potential death, The universe isn’t a cozy friendly place. Space is cold and empty, and other species aren’t always friendly. She gave a little shake of her head. Maybe it had to do with humans being bigger than nezumi, but as a species, the nezumi were pretty aware of these facts despite their rather sunny dispositions. It was kind of something that pushed them even further to be positive and attempt to be a “force of good” in the universe rather than like the cold, ruthless, vicious sorts that existed in other parts of space. That had underestimated the rats due to their small size and warm ways, and had been pretty thoroughly walloped when they’d thought to take advantage of the nezumi.

Oh well. They’ll learn. she settled the thought with a little shrug. She tapped her foot for a moment, debating what to do for the next twenty minutes or so.

”A’ight! Seeya shortly Sully-and-Vega~,” she said a moment later, and then the little rat was vanishing into the other personnel moving about the ship to finish their own stowing and what have you before the launch. She zipped up to her own quarters, putting on a standard mechanic’s suit decorated appropriately for the ship that marked her obviously as a Destiny Mechanic. Or, it would have, had she actually worn it the proper way. Instead, the top half was rolled and tied around her waist, leaving the plain, well-fitting black t-shirt visible.

”Rightright! Where in the galaxy did I put my goggles. Can’t be a mechanic without goggles. I felt downright naked!” she babbled a bit to herself, digging around until she finally came up with the grease-and-grime covered pieces of eye protection. They were hung about her neck for the time being, being unnecessary to the tasks at hand. As she made her way back out of her quarters, she snagged an equally grimy brown-black satchel and threw it across her body. While she had most of the necessary tools for her job at the tips of her fingers, literally, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more with her. Probably unnecessary. But better safe than sorry, right?

The rat zipped down the corridors easily, dodging folks’s feet and weaving around them to make her way up to the bridge proper and skitter inside with plenty of time to spare before launch.

She had launched plenty of times, been on plenty of ships. But she wouldn’t miss seeing it from the bridge whenever she possibly could.
Sector
S.P.A.R.K.

 

Sullivan Aston

Location: SS Destiny, Hangar Bay
Interactions: None



Sullivan scratched his chin as he listened to the speech from the captain absentmindedly. While doing that, he looked around, examining the other crew members. There was quite a few military personnel on the ship. So much that it reminded him of his own military days. He pulled the nicotine vaporizer out of the pouch and took another puff as he examined each person. There was such a huge variation, from cyborg to nezumi, that it was a mess of diversity. It took him a moment, but rather then finished listening to the speech, he went to the entrance of the hangar and stared out of it, looking at the crowd that had gathered to send them off, and the earth. He was leaving behind the only planet he had ever known. Leaving behind his whole life. His family, his father's company, everything. Ain't like I got much family left anyways. he thought as he turned on his heel and made his way back to where Sector was standing. The speech was nearly finished, and when it was the little rat creature said she see him shortly and then zipped off. Sully left to the engineering bay. There the place was crawling. Engineers scurried around to grab tools that were needed for last minute checks, not that the ship needed them. He walked past the scurrying engineers and to the corner of the place that belonged to him, a data terminal placed on top of a metal workbench, the holographic screen displaying an interface that allowed him to monitor the entire ship from right at his bench, and additionally, as the chief engineer remotely assign them tasks alongside the computer's AI. That was actually something he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet, the partner in crime that he would be working with when trying to fix the problems that developed, the ship's Artificial Intelligence. He wondered absentmindedly what kind of personality they had programmed her with. It'd be an interesting thing to meet, that would be for sure. For now he picked up the mobile datapad that was hooked into the side of the data terminal, and walked to the bridge. As he walked, he double checked the systems to make sure that the outputs were going proper, pulling up various data tabs as he went.Technically, as an engineer he could go onto the bridge whenever he wanted under the guise of taking a look at the various electronics up here, but he didn't have to on this occasion. This time he was here to watch the ship launch. When he arrived at the bridge, he said little but walked to the windows there, looking out on the planet that he would soon leave behind.
 
Daren listened to the speeches and found it informative on his higher ups. But that is not what he was thinking on. For some reason when mentioning the possibility of threats his heartbeat increased a bit. He both liked and prepared himself for that possibility. Moving through the disbanding crowd Daren noticed the darting form of Spector and chuckled. A part of him wished he had the size of the smaller shipmate. She could get past people with ease.

Pushing aside that thought he made his way up the pathways and went over the ships lift off sequence in his head. He had learned the systems of the ship and it would be the largest ship he had ever piloted. Not that it deterred him in the slightest, the sheer challenge alone was enough to get his blood pumping. Daren made his way to the bridge and awkwardly poked his head through the open doorway. He looked around like a curious kid. This would be his wonderland. To his surprise it was empty. And with that realization he was more relaxed looking around. Controls were scattered across the room but he walked casually over to the main control panel. Tapping the console he sat back into the chair "The big bucks needed to make a ship this pretty. Des this is gonna be fun" Though he wasn't the exception he like many guys named things they owned. Normal civilians or even some military name vehicles and talk to them. It is seen as weird but he hadn't cared in the slightest. His names were given to his ships. And this being the one he would pilot 'Des' seemed fitting to him. He used his ID to get situated and started going over protocols and even installed a minor song devise. Able to play the songs he had installed on it and he liked to listen to while flying. Humming he tapped away stroking his short beard when he read and studied the controls and the information on board. He then looked around and leaned back in his seat. His 'desk' was the main console and two small screens one on the left and right. At the end was a small circle, he had guessed was an AI projection pad. Having seen them before. He tapped the pad and it flashed a slow steady blue "So, uh is this to the AI that is gonna be my co-pilot? You there?" He tapped the circle patiently waiting
 
The Cassand Twins

~In The Hangar~


The taller of the twins could not help but lift her chin up with pride. Big baby blue eyes shone as soon as she heard that she had been invited to the bridge. It was not a common occurrence for the Captain to personally invite a jarhead like herself to such an esteemed area of the ship.

"Aye, aye, Captains!!" both sharply responded in unison whilst snapping a taut and proud salute towards the two leading men.

Once dismissed, Vani could not help but reach out for Mana’s hand and give it a warm squeeze and of course a small squeal of delight escaped her throat. Normally, over their secure channel, heck, even out loud, the shorter twin should have chastised Vani for such a girlish reaction, but she let it go. A small smirk and shining green eyes lifted to meet Vani’s gaze. A warm squeeze she gave back coupled with a small nod; she could not but help feel proud herself upon witnessing such an invite for her sister.

>>I’ll meetcha in quarters in a bit, sis. Just gotsta check in with Security Chief, ‘kay?<<

>>Alright. But lose the puppy.<<

Both the blonde twins then turned to salute the present 'cool kids' before they took leave.

"Looking forward to gathering upon the bridge and formally meeting the selected crew in full..." said the shorter yet elegant twin pleasantly.

The taller, muscled twin just silently tossed them a smile, wink and nod before they all departed. Mana then sauntered off towards quarters and Vani turned towards Stevens.

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~Sgt. Vani Cassand~
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"JINXER"

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“Alright, Private, step with me and step lively. We don’t have much time.” Vani nodded at the young man then double timed on over to the Security Chief.

After checking in with the Chief, Vani held a data pad and began swiping through the dossier. “Hmmm… looks like this is your first ‘real tour,’ Private Stevens.”

She shook her head a few times as she ran through his bio and earned accomplishments. Baby blues peered up, yet chin still tilted towards the data pad. Looking him over, she noted that he was just as tall as her sister and probably just as heavy… soaking wet. A soft resigned sigh she let out.

“You just a regular Joe Army-brat, eh? Your family seems like they gots some decorated soldiers out here—Kid?! They call you ‘Kid…?' Wtf…”

A long gust of air she let out in disbelief, “alright, let me level with you here. Corporal DesBiens is a hard ass. He gunna keep calling you Cherry till you deserve better, you gots that? And the only way you gunna’ get better is if you learn how to ride Hallow. And you gunna’ get the best know how in Smiley Squad.

"That’s right, I gots the Security Chief to give you clearance to ride Hallow as Beta-Rider with DesBiens. You up for getting all ‘Halloween’d up,’ soldier?

A healthy smirk she cast him, gauging his response before continuing. "The good Cpl. is… ‘in transition’ and needs to get clearance to ride Hallow here. And you are just the right candidate to prove DesBiens still has ‘it.’ Mentorship is what he needs to give you should you sign up for the 'Smileys' outfit. And what you need to give is a better name best suited for this outfit.

"Listen. There ain’t noooooo way you gunna ride Hallow’d up with the good Cpl. with a handle like ‘Kid.’ You need a better callsign if you ride with the ‘Grimoire.’ They call him that because ain’t no one better at weaving magic with a 2-crew, heavy gunbunny Exo-mech; the Desecrator SAM-02.

"Me, they call me, the Jinxer. Ever heard that name? Anyways, they call me that cuz, I put bad Juju on the unfriendlies and things go good for the Smileys. Think of what you do best. You move fast. You run. You can still be known as 'Kid' but out there in the field...? You gunna get some if you a 'Smiley' but known as something fierce, fo'sho.

"Get a callsign worthy to ride with the Grimoire. That crystal, Pvt?”

A level, blue eyed stare she gave Stevens then a heartbeat later she broke into a smile.

"Alright then. Meetcha on bridge. Ya should feel honoured, soldier. Not everyday jarheads like you n’ me gets an invite there.”

Vani waited for the salute then turned away to head off to meet with Mana. She stopped, paused reached at the small shiny item at her lapel and fiddled a bit. Once ready, she whipped back in Stevens direction.

“Hey! Catch!” Vani called out. The small shiny item she tossed at Stevens.

“Welcome to Smiley Squad, ‘Kid,” a smile, wink and nod she cast at the buzzcut, glasses wearing newly anointed member, “and that’s the last time I use that name as your handle. That clear, soldier? Put yer grown man pants on. You in the big time now. Hoo-Yayuh, Private.”

If Stevens decided to catch the little shiny object, then upon opening his hand, he would see the very Smiley faced button Sgt. Cassand wore upon her lapel. An open hand she flashed across her face, in traditional Smiley Squad style before turning away once more and heading to quarters.

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~Lt. Mana Cassand~
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"ICE QUEEN"


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“Alright, Bubbi, let’s see what we gots on the Pilots and the Engineering team…”

Upon her left ocular HUD, the readouts swiftly scrolled away as she briskly walked back to quarters. Mana hummed softly whilst she highlighted certain portions of each readout to put to memory for later. She then paused as the section of her HUD with Bubbi’s live feed blipped red and held frozen a screen cap of a slinking Destiny crewmember. Facial recognition pulled up another dossier and the eyebrows of the elegant blonde popped up high. So surprised was she that a small ‘O’ formed at her pink lips.

“Well, I’ll be damned and then some… good find, girlie. I’m thinking this is gunna’ tickle Vahn something pink n’ something fierce. Wow. After all this time… Soooo that’s the Spider…”

In quarters now, she sat in her bed and began pulling off her boots. A soft grunt she let out as she finally got the other one off and wriggled her toes. The side-cap on top of her head she swiftly began to unpin from her hair. Into the mirror she glanced and readjusted her taut side bun.

Then upon her left ocular HUD, she buzzed up a signal to the AI of the ship; Mandy 779.

>>Hello, Mandy.This is Chief Navigator Lt. Mana Cassand signing into unofficial officer encrypted channel...

Alright. Bubbi and I have set in co-ordinates off this rock. The path through the space junk has been re-optimized. Now the only thing we need to go over is those bugs and how to squash them.

First in importance… The warpgate sensor array seems in fine working order, but we will go into uncharted space if we hit the first warp-gate too fast. We need engineering to re-calibrate Destiny’s engines to get that damned hiccup under control. Then we can get the finalized readouts plotted out.

And secondly… long range communications antennae signals are interfering with cosmic storm sensors. Not a huge issue but it would still be nice to have the spontaneous storms caught front and centre and ASAP. Smoother the sailing, the better.

I nominate Engineer Sullivan on the diagnostic check and Nezumi Mechanic Kedas on the hardware tweaks. They look in order to do some magic down there. What say you?

Readouts should go straight to Captain Zala and Co-Captain Danton and get their sigs before presenting to Pilot Vega. What say you?

Alright. I’ll see you on the bridge. Oh! And by the way, the anthroform you found looks very fine, I must say, girl.

Alright.

Lt. Cassand signing out.<<


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~Mana's Quarters~

Vani waltzed on into Mana’s quarters and tilted her head a bit and smiled wryly at the very, very sly smile and coy look on Mana’s face as Mana finished undressing.

“Very fine… and very damned sexy too. Mmm-mm-mmmm…” mumbled Mana and soon after she bit at her lower lip.

“Eww…? What the hell did I just walk in on-- Oh! Wait ya mean me, doncha? Wellllll ya knows… I’ll let ya call me 'sexy.' But 'very damned sexy…?' Oh, you disgusting flirty girlie! I’m your sister!

"But hey, ya wanna recognize who’s the better lookin’ Cassand Twin? Pssshhhh… by all means. Vani being known as the ‘very damned sexy’ twin...? Yeah… keep it comin’ sis—”


A pillow to the face ceased the ribbing from Vani. “Knock it off. Wasn’t talking ‘bout you. Hey, don’t you know how to buzz before busting in, little girlie? And how’d you get access in here anyways?”

“But Mahn… it’s so much more fun this way, “ giggled Vani, “and who else? Bubbi let me in. Duh?”

“Gunna have to fix that oversight. Stat.”

“Alright, so if not me that’s very damned sexy. Then who?”

“Hold up. Just hold up. I got something for you, for real though.”

“Don’t you change the subject, girlie. Who’s this ‘damned sexy’ pers—”

“The Spider is on board, Vahn.”

“Here we go changin—wait. Wut? Girlllll… you pissin’…”

“Nope. For real though. Check this…” Mana handed her twin a datapad with the screen cap and read out of Eli “Spider” Muller.

“Well, I'll be damned and then some… that’s him alright. Where is he at now?! I want you to meet him!”

“In due time. He may be going incognito for a bit to scout out the ship? I’m sure we’ll run into each other. Now let’s get movin’…”

"Naw, you needs to gets movin’! I’m in my deck threads. You need to get dressed unless skivvies are what you officer-types usually wear when running around on the bridge—whoa! She’s really pretty, eh? Wait. Wut? Is that the AI’s bot face on your datapad home screen…? What’s her name—”

“Gimme that! Bitch! Give it—”

“Okay, okay, okay…! No need to gets so rough… don’t wanna mess up your face when you see your ‘very damned sexy and fine’ Mandy 779! Awoooooo! Someone’s sis is all hots in the panties for a ‘bot! Yayuh!”

“Shuddup and Give Me That! Vahn! What the actual fuuuu—”

“RAAAAR!!”

The two went tumbling across Mana’s bed as Vani randomly tackled Mana. The two landed splayed out on the floor, Mana grunting and rubbing her behind and Vani flat on her back, giggling away.

“You best have your head checked and get all your stupids cleaned out…”

“You best wash yer feet and get some new boots, girlie! Your feet stiiiink! Eew!”

“You best get out before I break your face…”

“You best just get out… Mahn! You gots 6 minutes till we need to be on bridge!”

“That’s lots of time—”

“Not without your pants it’s not.” Just as soon as Vani thrust her hand up high, clutching the bottoms of her sister’s proper uniform, she leapt up and out the door. Gouts of big hearty laughter trailed away behind her.

“VAHN!! Hey! Bitch, bitch… BITCH! Grow up! Not funny. Give that back— AUGGGGHH!! I am sooooo gunna kill that little crapper…”
<~⭐~>​

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Mana's Uniform​

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~Gathering at The Bridge~

Now in full SS Destiny uniforms, the twins moved about the Navigator’s station with Mana showing off her console and gear, a proud smile lining her lips. Vani beamed and whistled in all the right places at the loving description of each piece of tech.

“So this is where you sit, eh?” Vani plomped down into the chair reserved her Chief Navigator sister. “Ahhhhh… yup. Yup that’s nice. So this is what it’s like to be an all pampered-ass officer…? Righteous. I sooooo needs one installed in my Vader…”

Mana let out a genuine laugh then smacked her sister on the shoulder. “Alright, alright. Time’s up. Out of my seat. Respect the stripes. Don’t need you to get used to getting all pampered-assed up here, Vahn. Up.”

As soon as Vani got up and out of her chair, Mana instantly slid into her chair as if reclaiming some kind of lost territory. She wiped and swept away at places that seemed smudged up by Vani’s fingers.

“So this is it, eh…? This is the view from the starting stripe. Vroom, vroom, sis….” Vani snugged her box cap lower over her brow then folded her arms and leaned up against her sister’s console.

“Yeah it is…

“And hey. Vani. Y'know we gunna’ make it, lil’ sis. What say you?”


“Yeah. You gots that right. And it is gunna be one hell of a race…”

Normally, Mana would have retorted something along the lines of: “You always say that, but you know it’s not a race, Vahn. We can’t just speed though space to find what we need. We need to be patient and proceed with due diligence.”

But not now. No, she kept silent and merely leaned forward, resting her elbows on her console. Mana felt that perhaps it may not be a race, per se, but more of a question of how much time had they to repair and restore Mother Earth. Or rather, how much time did they have left?

A hand reached out and gave her sister’s hand a squeeze. Vani let out a sigh of understanding and squeezed back. This was that 'unspoken messaging' between the twins that so many other twins seemed to have. No way in hell would this proud officer let on what she relayed to her sister. Nor would either twin admit out loud or over comms how they truly felt. But there was no denying it.
“I’m scared.” Said one squeeze.

“Me too.” Said the other squeeze.
Mana rose to her feet and stood abreast with Vani. Gently, she lowered her head to lean on Vani’s shoulder. Just as gently, Vani reached around her sister’s shoulder and gave a warm tug. The pair would then stand in a respectful, resting pose with hands behind back once they were interrupted by a greeting or once the Captains arrived.

But until such time, they would hold this warm, comforting gesture towards one another whilst silently staring out the windows at, perhaps, the very last time they would ever see this once lush and vivacious, blue and green Terran world.

<~⭐~>​
 
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Rook

Rook did his best listening and putting the newfound information that the higher ranking officer relayed to him, in the forefront of his memory so when he could avoid making things awkward later.

When the matter of his authorization of being able to 'Halloween' up, he couldn't stop himself from saying. "I won't let you down, M'am!" Although the prospect caused him to somewhat wonder what exactly he'd be doing when it came to being partnered up with the Corporal. Like assisting him when it came to working a mech, or something else? A series of questions that Rook had would have to wait til later as it seemed that he was going to have to come up with a new call sign as apparently his was a bit lacking.

Although it wasn't his idea to begin with, in fact the call sign was a small inside joke between his fellow boot campers. And he didn't really mind it as much. As from his perspective, it wasn't really insulting or anything of the sort. But if it was an absolute requirement, he could try to brainstorm a new call-sign. Maybe he'll ask some of the other crew members for ideas. A prospect he hoped would be more helpful than not.

Now it seemed business called them to the bridge. The very notion slightly stunning Rook, as he thought someone with a rank like his would not be allowed to be on the bridge. But thankfully before Rook would go into a downward spiral of doubt and slight anxiety, he was brought back into reality by Vani tossing something to him.

He fumbled before finally the object landed in the center of his palm. Once seeing what it was, he looked back at Vani. Giving a quick salute to her. "Don't worry, I'll try to get a better call s-sign." With that said, Rook made his way to his quarters.

A task that was slightly hindered by his lack of knowledge on the layout of the ship. Several times he had to ask passerby where certain corridors were and where to go. But eventually he found his way to his quarters.

Which upon stepping inside of, Rook couldn't help but whistle at the sight of it. Sure it was mostly barren save for the essentials and such, but almost everything inside looked state of the art, and something he wasn't used to growing up. Wanting to make the room a little bit more 'home-y' for himself, Rook began to unpack his things. Placing the picture of his folks and his music player near his bed so he not only avoid breaking them when walking around or doing something. That and so he wouldn't forget where they are.

After that, he put his spare clothes in the nearby storage unit. But not before grabbing an item or two for when he would go to the bridge. As he wanted to look semi-professional when he was up there. Setting the shirt and pants on his bed, Rook took out the kit he used for cleaning and repairing his glasses and also placed it with the picture and music player.

Leaving the duffel bag near the bed, Rook picked up the clothes and set about changing into different clothes.

The shirt could almost be called a coat, if it wasn't for the fact that it was slightly smaller than a coat and that it was more button than zip up. In fact the more Rook fiddled with it, the shirt more than likely went with a coat fit for military purposes. But he didn't know where the coat was, if it indeed was to be paired up with the shirt. So just the shirt would have to do. The pants were just simple black pants that some would see on soldiers during meetings or anything of the sort.

After quickly making sure he was presentable, and putting the smiley face pin on the shirt. And of coarse making sure that the pin was not crooked or not secured to the shirt. He did slightly wonder if Vani would want it back or if she would get another pin. As he didn't wish to trouble her in that regard.

With all preparations made. Rook began to make his way to the bridge, reciting in his head on what to do if/once he got up there: Stand nearby to his high ranking officer as part of the squad, act as respectful and collected as he could manage and of coarse, give salute to high ranking officials. Hoping that he was indeed allowed up there. As then all of this preparation would be for nothing.

Otherwise, this is going to be very embarrassing...

@happydeath @Boo Girlie BoomBoom @Quakernuts @Whoever else on the bridge.
 
Eli Muller

Eli made his way to his quarters, moving through the crowds like a snake in the grass. No one really paying him mind, which was ideal in his case. As he preferred it if no one knew where his quarters were. As he wished to be undisturbed from anyone that would pop in unannounced. Be it a curious crew-member that saw him and wanted to introduce themselves in some attempt to make a new friend or gain reputation. Or someone that heard/met of him and wanted to meet up for old time's sake.

And while it would be fun to indulge in such things, he wanted said individuals to be left to think and imagine all sorts of things.

Hell, some of the people on board to act as maintenance and security during the time period in which some of the specialist crew-members made themselves more acquainted with the ship, they even think he'd be the type to not have a room, but instead make residence in a supply closet or a private workshop. Constantly watching camera feeds and keeping tabs on people, or even gathering information for blackmail or for some other foul intent.

He still did some of that, but said things were done in the comfort of his own room. Well, some of them. As part of the agreement of his assignment to this ship, he had to allow the ship's on board A.I to have access to the cameras and whatever footage they collected and the storage device where any recon data would be stored as to make sure he wasn't planning on doing anything mischievous. And said cameras couldn't be placed in the more restricted areas of the ship.

An annoying thing, as the thought of the A.I accessing his cameras and such caused a part of his psyche to cry out in anger. But in order to avoid prison and potentially death, he made an agreement. And he was going to follow the terms to the letter. As much as it pained him to do so.

Speaking of his room.

After making sure no one that knew him was following him, he entered his room. It was mostly barren, save for a terminal where he could access his cameras, review any footage and of coarse check on his drone's systems to make sure it was in perfect working condition. His drone, which laid on the desk, hooked up to said terminal. Currently downloading the mandatory things required for the A.I to access it's cameras and such. A needed thing for when he was performing his duty as a scout in the case of them finding a hospitable planet or new environments, and new information gathered could be relayed to the main forces. It would save him the energy of having to personally relay said information and have to deal with potential inane soldiers. Although if his suspicions about just who was on the ship, were in fact correct, he wouldn't have to worry about those type of soldiers. He could potentially be working with some very talented individuals.

Hopefully.

Aside from that, nothing extra was in the room. Sure there was spare clothes and a few minor items for the body in terms of hygiene. And some entertainment items like a few books he gathered over the years and of coarse whatever the ship had as filler. He would've had his sneaking suits in the room in the closet with the spare clothes, but like the weapons he had. They were put in the armory until they were needed. Another things that caused him to be mildly annoyed, as his gear would be subject to potential tinkering with from an engineer. The one thing that came to mind was the prototype cloaking device he had been issued during his employment in Spectre. Sure, he was to be notified of any involvement of his gear to ensure no one would deprive him of very valuable tech that will help in his task. But at the same time, someone might even be able to upgrade his gear beyond its capabilities. And he wasn't about to turn that down.

After closing the door and activating the lock on it. Eli sat down at the desk, wanting to know how long before his drone was done downloading the "adjustments."

Five minutes.

He would have to find some other way to pass the time before the ship took off and he had to join up with the rest of the crew to do basic medical checkups to ensure the crew were running at their best.

A task that Eli was sure he would have no issue with. Sure he might get a look from his dossier's mention of his natural enhancements. But nothing else beyond that.

Deciding to grab a book to act as his entertainment, Eli went through his collection to find one worthy of this task. He settled on a relatively small and old book. A hundred and some pages. It was written by a long dead author with the initials. "H.P." The rest of the name was missing was the part of the front cover unfortunately was slightly torn from the harshness of time. Which also caused the title to also be missing.

From Eli's reading in the past, the book was mostly centered about a man finding out about the awakening of a sleeping old eldritch god and its consequences.

A decent story in his opinion.

One that was short enough to pass the time.....

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After finally stepping into the lift that had shot him straight up to the bridge level of the ship, throughout the entire ride up to the bridge the silver haired male raised his right hand just slightly so that he could bring his gaze down and stare at his palm. Clenching his hand into a ball to make a fist a few times, he thought back to everything that he went through to end up reaching this spot today. Even being the youngest squad leader of the Special Forces group for the Xeropt, he had his times that he wished that he could also spend his time as a normal person or at the very least as normal as any other ordinary person could live their life.
Of course, Yukito didn't really have much time to ponder on his thoughts since the lift was heading from the hanger bay straight to the bridge it was going to be much quicker than any simple elevator. As the dual metal doors slid open on either side to reveal the massive room which was the bridge of the ship; the male immediately stepped out only to have a guard who was standing by the elevator quickly salute him for his status of Captain. Eyeing his surroundings only to take in the sight of how there were plenty of other crew members already at work on checking all the vital systems of the ship to make sure everything was green before launching. As for the specialists that were picked out for the mission, most of them seemed to already be on the bridge and awaiting to watch the launch from the large frontal display before them of a mass of nothingness but barren land outside.


As expected, the ship was to be launched in such an area to avoid any unnecessary damage to buildings or plants as well as injuries to civilians in case anything were to go wrong during the launch. Eventually after taking in the scenery of his surroundings for another moment or so, Yukito wasted no further time to approach the pilot who appeared to had already been seated before patting the male's shoulder from behind. Last time he had checked this man's name was Daren or was it Warlord. Shaking his head mentally to himself, he'd have to make sure to go back and check his dossier later on. "Mister Daren I presume...? Whenever you're ready. Set us off for launch." Once again patting his shoulder after giving him the green light to launch, Yukito stood behind the seat of the pilot the entire time while his gaze was directed towards the open scenery of the last time they were going to see the surface of planet Earth for a long while. "Close the hanger bay doors! We're ready to launch!" Informing for the other crew members to do so since he had assumed that with no one immediately bringing up any concerns right off the bat that it had meant all the systems were green or at least the most vital ones needed for a proper launch were.

Immediately after receiving the orders to do so, many of the crew who were already seated in their positions quickly began to start the process of shutting the massive hanger bay door. Meanwhile outside, exhaust began to shoot out from the sides of the hanger door as it began to lift upwards to shut anyone from leaving or entering. With the sight of this, even before the order was fully issued to launch many of the security guards had began to order for civilians to evacuate the area completely and the launch from the designated position where it was said to be much safer to watch. With how eager people were to see the launch of the S.S Destiny, many civilians needed no guidance as they rushed towards the designated spot just to begin taking photos as well as recordings of how the ship prepared for lift off.
 
Daren tapped away at the control panel and smiled "All systems check, core is stable, okay Des lets get this party started" As the eager pilot engaged all thrusters on the Destiny he looked out the front viewing window seeing the ship rise vertically. The ship rose for a near mile in the air then Daren stopped it. Holding the Destiny in place. Chuckling Daren grabbed a speaker letting him address the crew using a very stereotypical and joking voice "All passengers of the Destiny this is your pilot speaking please keep all feet, arms, and other extremities inside the vessel. Any breaking of that rule will result in magical occurrences of missing limbs. Please prepare and brace for main engine ignition" Daren chuckled with an unbreakable smile as he tapped away at the panel.

Grabbing the speaker again "Main engine ignition in three.....two.....one" The ship hummed loudly as the main engines started to propel the Destiny forward. Turning the ship's bow up the ship went up into the atmosphere climbing at a consistent rate. Daren tapped and looked at ship statistics telling him almost everything as it neared the lower atmosphere. Humming Daren looked back at the captain "Since this is the first space take off i saw fit to add a ceremonial song as well" Touching his device the bridge was quiet but in the background suddenly High Way to Hell played and Daren nodded to the legendary song. Though it was very old Daren had loved it and to him it felt fitting.

Upon reaching the upper atmosphere the Destiny shook as it experienced it's first atmosphere break. It wasn't as rough as a planetary re-entry but was enough to turn a head or two. But given a few moments every rumble and rattle from the atmosphere went silent as space welcomed the new arrival. Daren set course for the station and turned to his captain "All systems online, ship path is set sir. All around a good and near seamless take off. They built this ship well"
 
Amelia Lockheart

"About time," she mumbled to herself.

Finally, this was the moment she had been waiting for. It had already been far too long on the ground. Almost as though everyone had bee standing around and chatting for an entire month... But Amelia had kept her focus. Gotten her laboratory in order. Supplies and equipment prepared. And then making sure that her room was in order and unpacked her suitcase.

She had made her way to the bridge just as the hanger bay was closing it's huge metal doors. As the ship began ascending, taking off into space on its maiden voyage, there came a horrendous sound. The moment was ruined, the spectacle shattered. Loud music. A distorted guitar accompanied by kick and snare drums. Amelia put both hands up to her ears and covered them, hoping to shield herself. And it worked for the most part.

There she stood, in a muffled silence, watching the ground and then the launch pad and then the buildings and landscape all fall away into the distance. Just tiny specs beneath them now. There came a change in pressure, some small shaking, but the ship handled leaving the atmosphere very well. Amelia watched her beautiful - albeit ruined- home world pull away. Leaving the swirling mass of blue and green behind.

Now it was just the silence of space. And the continuation of classic rock that tried its best to assault Amelia's ears through her shielding hands.
 
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Doctor | Medic | Corpsman
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  • The shudder and groan of the hulk of a vessel rolled its way through his station and he set his palms flat on the desk he sat at. His gaze fell towards the bow of the vessel, almost instinctively as if he were watching the launch with the rest of the deck crew. His attention was diverted for a couple of moments before his gaze fell back to his work, the cadence of the aged rock piece dancing across his ears and he couldn't help but smirk. It brought back memories, most of which unpleasant, but the last time he really heard this song was back in his service days. There, he made friendships and forged brotherhoods. Many of those men and women did not make it past the conflicts but they still held a place in his heart.

    Jordan shook himself of his reverie and resumed his work without much thought. After the song ended, he realized that it was really rather quiet in the room and he looked around once more. The ones helping him sort through the documents had all left to watch the launch and had not returned yet. It was a solemn moment as he realized that he had left everything behind, and everyone else had too. However, they were much more animated about it. That much was obvious as a trickle of staff came back into the room. The ship was still in transit up into the thermosphere and past into the exosphere. He could tell by the reverberations through the ship from the massive drive engines that propelled the many millions of tons of metal and people into space.

    Those that had returned early had tear-stricken faces, some of excitement and some of sadness. He could empathize with their mixed feelings but had work to do and no was not the time nor place to let his emotions get the better of him. The few who had returned early offered Jordan a bittersweet smile and a nod before getting back to work.

    "Do you have any preferences on music? I think we could all use something to help keep our minds on track."

    Jordan asked of them, turning his gaze towards the digital display of the computer and pulled up the music archive.

    "Classical. Classical? Isn't that a little cliche for today? That's why we should listen to it. It will keep us grounded, I feel. I guess. If we are listening to classical music, I would prefer Beethoven. I am a Mozart fan myself. No love for Chopin?..."

    The banter continued for a moment while he sifted through the files and settled upon the Bach segment in the classical music archives and he started it off with Bach's Aria. The room fell silent, save for the singing of the violins and cellos dancing in the air. The office workers resumed their work with muted smiles, some nodding and bobbing their heads to the lulls of the song. For Jordan, it was his favorite piece and he fell into the rhythm of the song with ease. He queued up a selection of all the greatest hits of Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, Debussy, and more. He found it amusing that they were listening to some of Earth's greatest masterpieces on Earth's greatest voyage into the stars. There was a healthy bit of poetic symbolism in it and his mind drifted to all the movies he had seen in the past of similar feats being made with similar tracks being played to what they listened to now.

    It made him feel like he was back home for a moment, the nostalgia tearing through him, but he quickly pushed it aside. Now was not the time and he resumed his work with due diligence.



  • Name: Jordan Arnsworth, Holy Man
    Race: Human, North American (Slavic Descent)
    Gender: Male
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    Age: 35
    Height: Six foot, three inches (1.9m)
    Weight: Two hundred, fifty-five pounds (115KG/18Stone)
    Hair: Short, near-jarhead, light brown
    Eyes: Hazel
    Skin: Creame

    • Position: Ship's Doctor/Field Medic
      Ability: None
      Strengths and Talents: Combat Training (Retired, Nine Years), Field Triage (Practicing, Six Years), Emergency Surgery (Practicing, Six Years)
      Neutral: Combat Driving (Nine Years), Hovercycle Driving (Nineteen Years), HazMat Control (Three Years), Culinary Experience
      Weaknesses and Flaws: Xeno Anatomy (Practicing, One Year), Schizoid-Stress Disorder, Neurotic, Mechanical Sciences, High-Functioning Bi-Polar Disorder (Medicated)
      Enhancements: None
      Certifications and Degrees: General Driver Certification, MD in Surgery, BS in Xeno Anatomy, Marksman Certification, Emergency Vehicle Driver Certification, BS in Microbiology, HazMat Certification

    • Jordan maintains an affable personality, allowing others to approach him and bring forth issues regarding orders or situations on the ship with ease. Due to his strained past, he will often try to stay secluded from those he is with, despite his willingness to aid others. In situations of high stress, his entire personality shifts and he becomes cold and efficient. He opts for the path of least resistance to a goal and appears apathetic when dealing with those injured in the field. It is not uncommon for crew members to hear Jordan speaking to himself and having dynamic conversations in a similar manner. Psychological evaluations have hinted that his spouse was among the list of those deceased or lost in one of the many resource wars and his mind conjures her image as a way of working through particularly troubling scenarios.

    • Equipment


      This firearm is a field medic's choice weapon in the event combat is a necessity. The firearm sports the ability to change munitions depending on the need, whether needing to fire lethal munitions to non-lethal, to medicinal components. Light-weight, easy to clean and repair, and durable.

      This All-in-One Medical Supply Kit contains a couple of notable items: a hazardous environmental respirator and a self-sterilizing medical applicator/injector. Housed in a durable case, the kit can carry medical supplies for several field operations to sustain the lives of a dozen soldiers or to perform emergency surgeries on two at any given time before resupply is required.



  • He listened with rapt attention to the words of the two captains, understanding full-well what this operation entailed, and stood idle for a fleeting moment when they both finished their statements.. This mission would likely span years and affect the lives of all one hundred, thirteen thousand, nine hundred and forty members aboard the vessel. Jordan was prepared for this from the very beginning when he received his correspondence about partaking on the expedition. Now, Jordan was the chief medical officer and had scores many more lives to care for than he has ever managed before. Such numbers should unnerve him, but he wasn't worried. He was excited.

    "Be careful, now, dear. You know how you get when you get excited. Take a deep breath and focus."

    Only he would hear the soft voice grace his ears, the murmurs of times past and the sweet melody of the woman he still loves to this day. With a soft smile perched upon his lips, he turned his head back towards her voice and cast his gaze around the hangar and the busy-bodies roaming around.

    "Don't worry, love. I'm as focused as one can be."

    He muttered the words under his breath, uncaring if others heard his one-sided dialogue, as he turned and made his way back towards the medical department. From the central hangar, the journey to the medical offices was a little over three kilometers and he made it at a crisp walk. He still had thousands of files to browse and organize. Even with the assistance of the interns, the work was grueling. When he entered the office, he made rounds with those assisting with the categorization, ensuring that all was being done to his specifications. With the rounds complete, it was his turn to address the group.

    Jordan cleared his throat and shifted his gaze around those in the office where he worked, "Attention, please. I have an address to make to all of our medical professionals and aides. That means you, too."

    He pulled out his PDA and flicked through some notes on a file before pocketing it and activating his ear piece with a broadcast to all medical workers. The broadcast was transmitted on the ship's intercommunications system and would be easily accessible to anyone interested in listening in on it.

    "Esteemed colleagues and aides. We are about to embark on a journey the likes the which Humanity has never experienced. We are the pioneers, the explorers, the first contact. We will have many long days and many more sleepless nights ahead of us; but, that is why we need to work together, support one another, and reach out to someone if it is needed. We are in charge of the lives of over one hundred thousand people. It is up to us to ensure that all medical procedures are being followed to the letter, that each prescription is verified and logged so we know where and what products are being moved, and the list goes on." Jordan takes a breath for a moment and looks around those assembled before continuing, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he did so.

    "We are arguably the most important people on this ship, much to the protests of the ship's engineers, I am sure."

    A series of chuckles come from the gathered aides and colleagues as he continued from his joke, "We are in charge of keeping everyone healthy and disease in the depths of space. We are slated to depart in mere minutes, now. I urge all of you to put a pin in what you are working on and make your way to the nearest view port. This is the biggest step in your lives, and it would be a waste not to watch it. Once we are cleared from planetary orbit and enter slip, return to your work. That is all."

    He would watch the launch later from the news reels and the various crew's eye views that would likely pop up on the ship's network. He had a lot of work to do, and not enough time to finish it. After migrating to where he set himself up at, he sent an inquest to Mandy from his desk's terminal.

    >>Mandy, please inform everyone in Administration that they will be receiving an itinerary once we enter slip for their inoculations and physicals. I have no doubt they have already passed their tests before launch, but I like to make sure these things are done right and by my book. Please, and thank you.<<

    Jordan takes in a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling before back down to his work and pulling out his PDA to check his notes, using them to guide him to where he left off on his work from earlier.
 
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Sullivan Aston

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Sullivan was quiet as he watched the ship lift off and quickly rise through the air, breaching the atmosphere as easily as a whale would surface from the depths of the sea. Even as the music in the background played, a timeless song that had survived centuries to be played in this very auspicious moment, he could only hear the "Rocket Rider's Prayer". It was a song that was little known, but like so much of the old world's music, had been preserved through electronic means. The catchy little tune played in the back of his mind, backed up by the mediocre singing of the song's own writers. He thought the lyrics of the song, which included pleas to pagan and christian gods for a safe trip as the occupants of some rocket blasted off the surface of a planet, were very fitting to this very moment. He watched on, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he watched all of the planet below disappear. He had no family, no ties holding him back. He didn't have many friends, and those he did have he rarely spoke to, but he still felt an overwhelming sadness as he watched any potential ties he might have had disappear. He turned and left the deck after taking his fill of the image of Earth. A breathtaking sight, but one that somehow brought on a sense of homesickness despite them not having even left the orbit of the planet yet.

When he got back down to the engineering bay, the rest of the members of his team were slowly trickling back in, finding their places and returning to the jobs they had been assigned. Some, much like Sullivan, had tears in their eyes, others looked excited, and a few looked impassive. No one had to say what they felt. Most of them had come to this job for the same reason that Sullivan had, very few ties to the planet they were leaving behind. As he sat down at his console, Sullivan rubbed his eyes, wiping away the moisture that had threatened to build up and spill out. He looked at the liquid and smiled sadly. "Looks like i'm just as soft as ever, ain't I?" Still, Sullivan turned to his work. A few issues had popped up on his screen already, small error codes that could be addressed quickly and easily enough. A minor recalibration of engines here, a bit of tinkering with the sensors there, and the ship would be ready to go. Typically he could just assign an engineer in his team to it, but he decided to instead go take a look himself. Better to do a bit of work himself.