Qob: Tranquility 3/18/12 - 4/8/12

[Joe Manning 0]

3/18/12

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Byblos -> Big Mark. ::having read the report..:: Very Big Mark.

Joe Manning -> ::Stuffing a couple of complimentary cigars into his vest pocket (cheap though they may be)::

Shane -> ::seated on the couch farthest from the door, bored expression on his face::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quiet, satisfied with the vial outcome::

Joe Manning -> I'm gonna take Qob for a little spin. Who's with me?

Troy Parson -> ::gets up:: Beats staying here.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::stands::

Shane -> ::stands up with his arm whirring and nods to Joe::

Pher -> Hmm. I'm game. How little a spin?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Pher:: I think you'd rather be doing something else ... like meeting with Samus?

Pher -> :: Makes sure she is clear of whirring arms. ::

Shane -> ((whirring sounds))

Pher -> Moi? :: Attempts to look innocent. Fails miserably. ::

William Chocox -> I"ll go.

Byblos -> ::Byblos glances back between Pher and Joe not moving::

Joe Manning -> Ask questions. Share plans. That kind of thing. I'm certain you wouldn't have anything else in mind ...

Pher -> Of course not.

Byblos -> Lifeguard, Id suggest Audrey look for insects.

Byblos -> On Qob...who knows what critters live on Andus..::half grin::

Joe Manning -> And I ain't sending you alone ... you know, just in case you can't think of the right questions to ask.

Pher -> Perhaps, though Samus generally knows what he's doing.

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Pher -> No?

Byblos -> ::stretches his back::

Joe Manning -> He generally knows what he's doing. I like to have at least an idea of what he's doing ... ::Frowns a bit::

Joe Manning -> If anyone wants some of the -good- cigars and booze, you can join Pher.

Joe Manning -> He keeps them in the cabinet next to the fountain. Steal 'em if he doesn't offer 'em.

Pher -> Becides deciding the Lion's den is to hot for him, and volunteering us?

Joe Manning -> Besides that. ::Looks at Shane:: Why don't you start heatin' up the cloak device, Shane?

Pher -> Really good cigars and booze.

Pher -> :: Considers saying more, but... ::

Shane -> ::nods again to Joe and starts stomping off for the door:: On it cap'n...

William Chocox -> ((back))

Byblos -> ::walks over to Pher::

Shane -> ::pauses by the bar and grabs a good bag of coffee beans, stuffing it in his pocket:: Better than Parson's tar...

Joe Manning -> ::Makes sure the cigars are tucked away and heads out of the lounge::

Pher -> :: Smiles ::

Troy Parson -> ::gives Shane a look:: Technically, it's not tar. It's sludge...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::catches Pher as he's going out the door behind Joe, speaks lowly:: For the record: you're no saint.

Shane -> ::over his shoulder:: It's still giving us cancer I'll bet.

Byblos -> You aren't going to the ship or for look at the Mark

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for a moment:: Well, one time, it *was* tar. But that was a mistake...

Pher -> No? :: Laughs at Ethan ::

Byblos -> (that did not come out right)

William Chocox -> ::pockets the PADD:: Well I'm ready.

Shane -> ::stops and narrows his eyes at Troy:: Can I ask why?

Pher -> :: To Byblos :: I'm not?

Joe Manning -> We've actually got a budget now, Troy. Market here's got some decent goods.

Byblos -> Lifeguard you heading to the ship? Or do you need an escort? (disregard my last line bad typing)

Ethan Neufeld -> ::smirks at Pher:: Glad we can agree on something. ::walks on::

Shane -> ((Is this hotel right off the docks?))

Troy Parson -> Why? Well, that should be clear enough...it was a mistake because it was supposed to be coffee. ::raises an eyeborw::

Joe Manning -> (( Fairly close ))

Pher -> No, I've got to establish good relations with a Friendemie. :: To Byblos ::

Shane -> ::continues down the hallway heading for the lifts:: Do you even use real coffee grounds?

William Chocox -> When was the last time you actually brewed "coffee" Troy? ::finger quotes on coffee::

Byblos -> You need a roleplayer?

Joe Manning -> ::Heads down the short ramp to and through the hotel lobby, exits out into the market::

Byblos -> ::to Pher::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brings up the rear behind Joe and party::

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for a moment::

William Chocox -> ::walking with everyone::

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for another moment::

Pher -> Hmm... At least to start.

Troy Parson -> Well, last Tuesday was pretty close...

Joe Manning -> ::Looks around for faces he hopes he doesn't recognize::

Shane -> ((scratch my lifts comment, heading behind Joe))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::eyes out::

Troy Parson -> ::follows into the market::

Pher -> You appreciate good booze?

Byblos -> Unless you prefer to act alone. ::next to Pher:: I do not mind a good drink. No.

William Chocox -> Close only counts in horseshoes, wide spread phaser beams, and proton torpedoes Troy.

Joe Manning -> ::Glances back at Byblos:: She ain't actin' alone.

Pher -> Then come along. :: Sticks out tongue at Joe. ::

Joe Manning -> Nah, I've had enough of me in a room with Samus for this visit.

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher then to Joe:: No..she shouldn't::

Pher -> What do you guys think I am, a saint?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::smirks; no comment::

Shane -> ::laughs once:: Ha!

Joe Manning -> ::Weaves around a couple of people, shady looking associates of Samus' syndicates, the kind who have clearance to do business on his central asteroid::

Shane -> ::does no such weaving as people try their hardest to stay out of the way::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::notices Joe's avoidance maneuvering; observes the associates for a moment::

Pher -> :: Starts off towards Samus's booze cabinet. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Enters the docking ring and leads the group around to Qob's airlock::

William Chocox -> ::accidentally runs into some of the people avoiding shane:: (m) Pardon me, excuse me, so sorry.

Shane -> ((gonna be a bit distracted guys, just got some food))

Joe Manning -> (( Pher and anyone joining her, please grab a @ ))

Samus -> (( Am I interrupting something? ))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::sees the Qob's airlock ahead::

Troy Parson -> ::headed for QoB::

Byblos -> @::looks at Lifeguard:: Me and my big head...::mutters::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at the two guards at the airlock, who seem somewhat surprised to see him:: If you'll excuse me, I feel like takin' her out for a drive.

Joe Manning -> Guards> ::Glance at each other before moving apart, clearing the way::

Pher -> @ Not just your head that can get big.

Byblos -> @::with Pher::

William Chocox -> ::walks towards Qob::

Pher -> @ Any questions or snide comments?

Byblos -> @::I suggest you create an operational name for me ma`am::

Joe Manning -> ::Walks down the short docking arm, tilting his head a bit:: You'd think the new help would've been briefed about me.

Byblos -> @Just not Ugly okay..please it gets tiring after a while.

Pher -> @ Hmm... Swimmer? :: winks :: I'm open to other suggestions.

Joe Manning -> ::Glances back at the others:: Where the hell is Sal? He went with Pher? I need a pilot.

William Chocox -> You can never get good help this days it seems.

Byblos -> @That's fine...I am certain you are going to save my arse sooner or later.

Pher -> @ Ugly. No. That would get old fast.

Pher -> @ And vice versa.

Shane -> ::heads for the engine room after exiting the airlock, stops and looks at Will:: Didn't you say something about piloting?

Troy Parson -> I can pilot, if you don't mind crashing a bit here and there.

Pher -> @ The few times we've got in hot action we suited each other well.

Troy Parson -> Or more than a bit, on a bad day.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly following::

Joe Manning -> Crashing? Andus'll hit us with a lawsuit so big, we'd have to spy on the Federation Council to get a big enough payday.

Byblos -> @I will follow you, but...if I need the appropriate attire..for our date we do need to shop.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::mildly smirking here and there::

Troy Parson -> Ah. Someone else should fly, then.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks from Shane to William::

Pher -> @ Hmm... :: Looks him over. ::

William Chocox -> I can be serviceable pilot.

Shane -> ::tp Joe:: There ya go. ::heads off to the engine room::

Pher -> @ Likely should we end up crossing the station. For Samus, you'll do as you are.

Joe Manning -> Grab the stick, then, William. Ah ... you know our guidance computer ain't in the best of shapes at the moment? Stay well clear of the asteroids. And take our wingspan into account.

Pher -> @ Have you ever tried to mingle with the haught alphas?

Byblos -> @::has a leather type long pants...belt and somewhat casual shirt..much better then he did before::

William Chocox -> Will do. ::moves to the control seat::

Joe Manning -> ::Follows William onto the Bridge::

Byblos -> @ I worked for one for a while.

Pher -> @ What you think of living pretentious?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::bringing up rear behind Joe::

Shane -> ::stands at the main console in engineering, startings up the impulse engines::

Joe Manning -> ::Immediately takes up a position behind William, so as to look over his shoulder of course::

Byblos -> @pretentious..okay...where is my universal translator when I need it...oh that's right I don't have one. Gonna have to use a easier BASIC word for me. You see Nausicaans once they are thrown out of the house around 13..that's the most educaation we get..

Ethan Neufeld -> ::takes a spot at the rear of the bridge, keeping out of the way for the moment::

Troy Parson -> ::settles in at his usual place behind the bridge railing, next to the coffee machine::

William Chocox -> ::looks at the reading:: Engines are on. ::notices Joe right behind him:: Let's get going. ::lifts the ship off the landing pad::

Samus -> @Dmitri> ::Emerges from the entrance of the Q-Pid's Retreat club in the market, moves toward Pher and Byblos::

Pher -> @ Pretentious. Dressing fancy. Talking fancy. Pretending one's farts don't stink.

Pher -> @ Using big words when you don't have to. :: Smiles ::

Byblos -> @I'll learn. ::glances to Dmitri::

Pher -> @ :: Smiles at Dmitri ::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks around at the group on the Bridge:: What we'll be doing here is a good old fashioned stakeout. Though I ain't sure what we're stakin' out for yet.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::mildly smiles::

Pher -> @ :: Starts working her hips just a little more than necessary. ::

Samus -> @Dmitri> Madam Pher. ::Nods. Then nods to Byblos::

William Chocox -> ::glancing back at Joe:: Where is this stakeout going to happen?

Byblos -> @::stands tall as if shadowing Pher as if she needed security...yeah Byblos thinks she'd probably whoop this guys arse allright.

Joe Manning -> Gular Central. We'll cloak, move in, park outside their asteroids and watch.

Pher -> @ Good day, Dmitri. Might I present my man, Byblos.

Pher -> @ :: Gestures towards Swimmer. ::

Samus -> @Dmitri> Mr. Byblos. ::Nods again:: Samus is aware of your intentions to meet him. Please, follow me.

Byblos -> @Greetings...::a curtious nod of the head::

Samus -> @Dmitri> ::Quickly turns and leads them toward the club::

Troy Parson -> Ooh, watching. I like watching.

William Chocox -> +Shane+ Do we have an operational cloak Shane?

Pher -> @ What? I suppose he also heard Joe's invitation to be free with the booze?

Pher -> @ :: smiles ::

Shane -> ::double checks the power grids stability:: +William+ Everythings a green light.

Byblos -> @::grins::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::waiting::

Joe Manning -> @Dmitri> Of that I am not certain. ::Guides them through the doors into the club, which is not very active at this time of day. A couple of people drink at the bar::

Pher -> @ :: follows ::

Joe Manning -> Troy, what's our scanning capability look like at this point? Everything's been up and down with our computer.

William Chocox -> ::activates the cloak:: Ready when you say so Captain.

Byblos -> @::doing an normal eye sweep of things as he goes, noting Lifeguard must have Audrey Muted::

Troy Parson -> ::presses some buttons on the sensor console:: Well, don't expect any sort of computed analysis...basic detection is functional, though.

Joe Manning -> ::Notifies the asteroid's port authority that they'll be disengaging::

Samus -> @Dmitri> ::Heads up a spiraling flight of stairs in the back and through sliding double doors into a sitting room beyond::

Joe Manning -> Good enough for now. Anything you can do to enhance that.

Byblos -> @::follows Pher a few feet behind..not crowding::

Pher -> @ So, keeping busy, Dmitri?

Joe Manning -> ::Feels the docking clamps release. Taps William on the shoulder:: Good to go.

Samus -> @Dmitri> Managing a club that's frequented by mercenaries by night? Dealing with threats to my employer's safety by day? Always.

Troy Parson -> ::nods:: Right.

Samus -> @Dmitri> ::Turns to look at Pher:: You are vouching for your friend, yes? ::Looks at Byblos::

Pher -> @ Yes.

William Chocox -> And we are gone. ::moves the Qob from the arm engaging the cloak::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: Just remember, we can't go launching anything out of the cloaking field.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::approaches Joe as the Qob moves off::

William Chocox -> ((disregard the cloak comment from a little bit ago.))

Pher -> @ Byblos... is Samus's sort of people, if you believe that's a recommendation.

Byblos -> @ ::stops pleasantly trying to make a nice face, which with tusks many do not think is nice::

Samus -> @Dmitri> ::Nods swiftly:: Good. ::Turns again and moves to the buzzer beside the doors to Samus' office. Presses the button:: Pher and Byblos to see you.

Ethan Neufeld -> Joe, you gotta minute to talk? In private?

Pher -> @ :: Smiles first at Dmitri, then Samus. Makes a bit of an entrance. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Watching William's management of the flight console closely. Glances back at Ethan:: Troy? Mind keepin' an eye on William? Play wing man until we get there?

Troy Parson -> Can do.

Byblos -> @::enters:: Mr. Samus. ::courtious bow of the chin::

Samus -> @::Standing in front of his desk, grinning as Pher enters:: Ah, my green beauty arrives at last.

William Chocox -> ::inputs the commands to get the ship to Gular Central::

Shane -> ::watchig the readings on the main console, tapping his fingers on the panel absently::

Joe Manning -> ::Steps away from the flight station and toward the Bridge exit:: Ethan

Ethan Neufeld -> ::follows Joe::

Pher -> @ :: Makes a courtsy :: I hope you have not found the waiting too dire.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Qob dives right into the depths of the Web. It must maneuver around the umbilicals connecting all the asteroid substations

Samus -> @I had a stirring chat with your Captain that engaged a good deal of the time. So you can draw your own conclusions.

Byblos -> @::stops and waits aside from Dimitri unless summoned::

Troy Parson -> ::sees all of the umbilicals on the viewscreen and looks at William:: Oh, my. Probably best if we don't crash into those.

Samus -> @And it's nice to meet the mighty one. The guys have been talking about you. ::Turns to smile at Byblos and extends a hand::

Pher -> @ :: with a great effort, takes a half step out of the limelight and turns to Byblos ::

Byblos -> @ I wouldn't call myself Mighty..but a pleasure ::extends hand as well to Samus for a shake::

William Chocox -> ::sees what he has to navigate:: Oh my word. ::starts trying to maneveur the Qob around the umbilicals::

Joe Manning -> ::Taps the panel next to the door leading to his quarters. Motions Ethan inside:: This is private enough. Unless Pher's got bugs hidden somewhere.

Pher -> ((( Moi? )))

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Ships navigating between the asteroids add an extra complication ... particularly as they don't notice the Bird of Prey

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises in a mixture of consternation and amusement; enters::

Samus -> @::Grasps Byblos' hand as tightly as he can, shaking:: I hope this isn't an indication you find my own security lacking, Pher. ::Looks at Pher:: You know I supply myself only the best.

Byblos -> @::retreats back to a Dimitri's position so Pher could be the focus...he doesn't want the attention::

Joe Manning -> ::Follows him in and closes the door shut behind him::

William Chocox -> Crap, crap, crap. ::sends the Qob in an increasingly complex set of manuvers to avoid the ships::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::once the door closes:: I realize you didn't do it for me, but I appreciate that you backed me up on the vial back there. It seems like we're working in the same direction here, and I'd like to return the favor. But I have a condition.

Pher -> @ Oh, he isn't here to protect you. I think Joe has some notion that I'm going to prance over to Gular on my own and try to seduce somebody.

Pher -> @ He's here for my own good, I'm sure. :: Bats eyelids at Byblos ::

Joe Manning -> Weren't backin' anyone up, Ethan. Just tellin' it like it is. But let me hear what you've got. ::Leans against his private desk, next to the door::

Samus -> @Ah ... and why, exactly, is the old man taking the ship out? I'm rather surprised. I'd arranged for transportation.

Troy Parson -> ::watches William piloting:: Fancy a smoke? I find it calms the nerves a bit.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods, having pointed out that he realized that:: Please don't share this with your crew until absolutely necessary. Some of them apparently don't share your decision-making paradigm and I can't risk this information getting out.

Byblos -> @::looks down at Lifeguard with a one eye wink then back to Samus and what he just said::

William Chocox -> No think you. I prefer freaking the hell out in these situations. Keeps my wits sharp.

Pher -> @ You don't think he told me anything in advance, do you, or his reasons behind it? I mean, I'm just his XO, why would I need to know anything?

Ethan Neufeld -> You wanted to know the name of the client that originally hired me for this job.

Pher -> @ And he wonders why his crew has this tendency to act on their own without telling anyone anything. :: Smiles ::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: They're good people. Mostly. But I see your point exactly. Some of them were emergency hires. ::Listens::

William Chocox -> ((thank*))

Samus -> @::Extends a hand to Pher with a smile:: I would never treat you that way, you know that. Byblos, help yourself, please. ::Motions to the bar with his other hand::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::expresses understanding at 'emergency hires' and a sign of appreciation::

Byblos -> @Thank you Mr. Samus...::nods at Lifeguard as well:: Dimitri I have a question for you if you wouldnt mind answering.

Pher -> @ Oh, no. You're not at all the secretive tricksy type. :: /irony ::

Samus -> @Dmitri> Da? ::Looks at Byblos, then quickly back to Samus. Not sure if he should be talking with the guests::

Pher -> @ :: Looks to Dimitri ::

Ethan Neufeld -> The clients' in a bad position. I went dark and continued this misison on my own not only to protect the intel I was gathering, but also to protect her.

Ethan Neufeld -> She's a Rainmaker.

Samus -> @::Guides Pher over to a chair behind the desk and turns it around for her:: So, you've been briefed on the job. What do you think?

Byblos -> @::heads to the Bar, I wanted to compliment you on your tailor. A fine outfit. I am in need of a tailor's services. I was wondering if you could recommend one here on Andus.

Joe Manning -> ::Sits against his desk a bit, his face dropping only a little bit. Looks down and reaches inside his vest::

Pher -> @ I think I need to think a lot more. Sounds like something somebody's got to do. So far, we're just nibbling around the edges of the problem. Don't have a clean vector yet to get it done.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The seven asteroids that make up the Gular Consortium district of the station are clustered not far from the station's center, just up ahead

Ethan Neufeld -> Not what you're thinking. ::interjects:: She started out in the group as a kid, before Minos. She's an objector.

William Chocox -> ::continues throwing the Qob into complex maneuvers:: I am not paid nearly enough for this crap.

Joe Manning -> One of the ... uh ... peaceful protestors, you mean? ::Pulls out his flask of bourbon:: I've heard of those. Dyin' breed in the cult, so I hear.

Pher -> @ I don't suppose you've got a small stash of miracles we can borrow?

Byblos -> @::notes Dimitri's discomfort:: I am sorry if I broke your protocol upon speaking with guests.

Samus -> @And I can't give you much of one. But I can get you onto the station. Certain anonymous contacts that can't be linked to me can make sure your name ends up on the clearance list.

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Byblos -> @I shall disturb you know further..::to Dimitri::

Pher -> @ :: nods ::

Samus -> @Dmitri> Ah ... I do not do my own shopping. It is not my thing. We have a woman who does this.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods:: She wants to return the Rainmakers to peaceful protesting. She heard about the Motoroils showing up in the cult and wanted me to investigate.

Byblos -> @Really? ::grabs his obviously out of date Data PADD:: could you ..give me a name. Or is she off station?

Ethan Neufeld -> Don't think I need to tell you what will happen if her people or the Guardians find out she was involved.

Samus -> @Dmitri> This is Debbie, her name. I don't know about stores on Andus. We get suits. Shipments sometimes.

Ethan Neufeld -> Far cry from a black and white situation.

Samus -> @::Looks up at Dmitri sharply:: One of the many arms of our business, of course. Completely legit.

William Chocox -> ((back))

Pher -> @ :: Subtly bites her lip. ::

Joe Manning -> And your means of investigating ... ::Sips from the flask::

Byblos -> @Mr. Samus, forgive me. As a person who does some of what Dimitri does here I noticed his fine attire, and given my unusal height have found it difficult to look.....more....respectable.

Samus -> @How about ... ::Motions an arm toward Byblos and grins:: I set you up, big man?

Pher -> @ :: Smiles, pleased with the idea of Samus setting Byblos up. ::

Byblos -> @That would be greatly appreciated. Pher can definitely give me some tips as well. Forgive me..you have business. I shall sit at the bar.

William Chocox -> ::comes up to the Gular district:: +Joe+ We're here.

Samus -> @I won't hear of it. ::Motions to the seat next to Pher's:: Join us. I'd love to hear your input.

Ethan Neufeld -> Survelliance first. Then I directly infiltrated a cell. Operated inside for a few months until I got a lead that pointed at Zoalus. After I extracted, she's been my blind source of continuing intel inside the cult.

Byblos -> @::a courtious bow to Samus as you wish. ::walks and takes a seat next to Pher::

Pher -> @ Some tips, but not to many. Some elegance would do you well, Byblos, but you'd still want to be you.

Pher -> @ :: Turns to Samus ::

Samus -> @I'll get in touch with my secretary, and make sure she puts in an order for a big and tall suit set just to your measurements. I think a dark green jacket would suit you perfectly.

Joe Manning -> ::Silences his ODRI:: So you were inside a Rainmaker cell?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods::

Byblos -> @It is greatly appreciated. Some days I would like to experience some more sophisticated entertainment. My superior here is an expert hence I value her opinion as do I value yours.

Pher -> @ Seriously, we have though only of preliminaries. I'm guessing Joe is doing some scouting now. I suspect I'll wander through in a preliminary trip too, either under your own cover or my own name. Still, we haven't got a real end game.

Joe Manning -> ::Taps the ODRI:: +William+ Give the station some breathing room, William, but close enough for Troy to start takin' some scans.

Byblos -> @::remains quiet::

Joe Manning -> ::Silences the ODRI again and looks at Ethan:: I think I'll want to hear a rundown of this from beginning to end. It's tough to swallow in small doses.

Pher -> @ Slip a bug on an inner point of their network? Grab somebody? Get someone dust addled? All seem a bit desperate. We've not enough info to start any of them with confidence.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

 

4/1/12

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Joe Manning -> ::Re-enters the Bridge after his chat with Ethan in his quarters::

Pher -> @ :: got her own drink ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::goes somewhere useful, probably engineering?::

Byblos -> @::seated in Chair, not used to this discussion with high profile clients thing..trying to follow Pher's lead ::

Samus -> @Debbie> ::A pretty little secretary wearing the obligatory skirt and high heels. Enters Samus' office:: You asked for me, sir?

Shane -> ::stomps into the Engine Room through the doors, a cup of joe held delicately in his massive bionic claw::

Samus -> @Debbie. My guests here would like you to provide directions to our ... er ... private tailor?

Ethan Neufeld -> (nice oxymoron)

Joe Manning -> We reached the Gular District yet, Troy? ::Glances at William at the flight controls as he takes his chair::

Pher -> @ :: Briefly evaluates Debbie. Raises an eyebrow at Samus. Really??? ::

Shane -> ::takes a sip, grimaces in disgust before tapping on his ODRI::

Shane -> ((Ethan, are you in ENG yet?)

Joe Manning -> ::Reaches into his vest pocket to retrieve his bourbon flask::

Ethan Neufeld -> (uh, sure)

Troy Parson -> ::checks the chart:: Be there in...45 seconds.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::enters ENG::

Byblos -> @::turns while seated and notes "debbie" No weapons...seen...::

Samus -> @Debbie> Oh ... Mr. Aygok? ::Frowns a bit:: I'll retrieve those for you ::Looks at Pher and Byblos:: If you would follow me?

Byblos -> @::mind clicks Dimitri's Tailor::

Pher -> @ Certainly.

Shane -> When is that jykin' scientist gonna stop experimentin' with the coffee..::hears the doors slide open behind him and turns::

Joe Manning -> What's your take on this job, Troy? You've usually got a bright idea or two bouncin' around in your brain.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::pauses aside from doorway and returns Shane's look::

Shane -> ::eyes narrowed slightly:: Yeah, what do you want?

Samus -> @Debbie> ::Turns and leads the two out of Samus' office::

Byblos -> @::looks to Samus:: Sir if you need to discuss things with my superior, I am quite confident in your tailor's ability to find a respectable look for me.

Samus -> @And Pher ... if you're still here on my asteroid tonight ... dinner?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::shrugs:: Don't want anything. Came to see if you could use another body.

Byblos -> @::hears Samus say that and inside...major relief::

Pher -> @ Dinner? :: smiles :: Certainly.

Troy Parson -> ::sips "coffee":: Hm. Honestly?

Samus -> @Mr. Byblos, you're the type to command respect at a glance, I must say. ::Grins::

Joe Manning -> Honesty is all I ever ask for. ::Sips from the flask::

Byblos -> @ ::not used to that comment at all:: Uh..Yes Thanks sir.

Samus -> @I'll make reservations for 1900. It's up to you to pry yourself away from the old man.

Samus -> @Debbie> ::Waits beyond the doorway for Byblos and Pher::

Shane -> ::considers the offer for a moment, then shrugs with grunt:: Whatever. What are you good at?

Pher -> I think I can manage, somehow, depending on how much trouble he manages to get himself in to.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::faintly smirks:: Following directions.

Joe Manning -> William, circle around to the far side of the Gular District. Give us some time to collect scans.

Byblos -> @::approaches Debbie..I was impressed with Mr. Dimitri's attire and inquired, who he hired, since I am in need of a more buisness like Suit.

Samus -> @Then I've got something to look forward to. ::Tips his head and gives a slight saluting gesture to Byblos and Pher. Takes his seat behind his desk::

Byblos -> @ ::to Debbie:: Dimitri dropped your name.

Troy Parson -> ::Thinks for a moment:: We don't know very much about why we're really on this job, do we?

Samus -> @Debbie> Well, that's Mr. Aygok. Quite an unusual fellow. ::Walks over to the receptionist's desk in the waiting area outside Samus' office::

Pher -> @ :: Manages a tiny curtsy to Samus, and takes up a tailing position behind Byblos and Debbie. ::

Shane -> ::turns to head towards the main console, taking another sip of "coffee" again:: Grab a kit then and head over there. ::indicates an open panel across the large room:: We'll try and tune the port-side power flow.

Joe Manning -> With Samus, there could be any untold number of ulterior motives. I trust him not to send us into the fire without good reason though. ::Shrugs:: He thinks Gular is planning something big and he wants to know what.

Shane -> ::coughs slightly at the coffee, looking at it with suspicion::

Byblos -> @::realizes he should be behind Pher:: Pher, I didn't expect such hospitality, I apologize if Plans were disrupted.

Samus -> @Debbie> ::Steps behind the desk and taps at the computer terminal to one side of it:: Let's see if I can find that contact info.

Pher -> @ No problem. I'm at loose ends until Dinner tonight. If you don't mind, I

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods; looks for and grabs a kit::

Shane -> Crap tastes like bath now...

Shane -> bath soap*

Pher -> @ I'll tag along and kibbitz your fashion transformation.

Samus -> @Debbie> ::Looks up from the terminal just long enough to give Pher a somewhat nasty lookover::

Pher -> @ :: smiles at Debbit ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::approaches open panel::

Pher -> (( Was that a typo? Hmm.... ))

Joe Manning -> ::Eyes roaming over the front viewport, taking in everything he can see, particularly any notable traffic::

Byblos -> @ Honestly, your opinion would be beyond valued..::hushed tone::more like a necessity I'm not used to this.

Shane -> ::tapps at the main console, bringing port-side EPS junctions on-screen::

Pher -> @ Perhaps you undervalue yourself. Anyway, think of it as another part of your arsenal. Opens a few new job market slots.

Joe Manning -> Seems busier than usual even for Andus. But then I don't know the Gular District too well.

Byblos -> @Gotcha Pher. ::turns and smiles at Debbie..but the tusks just dont work with the smilie thing::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::looks over the port-side EPS; meters flow::

Samus -> @Debbie> ::Tugs a small data card out of a slot in the desk and holds it out to Byblos. It contains small print with the address of Aygok and directions from Samus' office::

Shane -> ::speaks over to Ethan:: Alright, use the hydrospanner to adjust Regulator B, starting at 0.005% increments.

Byblos -> @::accepts card:: Grattitude Ma`am.

Shane -> I'll tell you when to stop.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: Pher thinks a gentle touch is the way to go here. At least as one facet of the job. We've got a few smooth talkers on the crew, and you're one of them.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::looks through tool kit and pulls out hydrospanner; starts on Reg B at .005% increments:: Roger.

Samus -> @Debbie> It's right here on the central asteroid. Mr. Aygok answers to Samus of course.

Shane -> ::watching the flows vary slightly:: Good, keep tunin'.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::still tuning::

Samus -> @Debbie> You'll find him in the portside warehouse area. His business isn't open to the public, you see.

Shane -> ::looks up at the back of Ethan's head, eyes narrowing slightly again:: Say Neufeld, I ain't never heard where you come from.

Pher -> @ :: nods ::

Byblos -> @Please do pass my grattitude along to Mr. Samus of course. ::tries to do a bow for the woman...and know doubt he realized he probably made Pher laugh::

Byblos -> @Understood Ms. Debbie

Pher -> @ :: Not laughing. Would discourage future attempts ::

Ethan Neufeld -> That's because I never said.

Samus -> @Debbie> Oh! ::Does a small curtsy and flashes her sparkling white teeth at Byblos::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::doesn't look up, concentrating on tuning::

Byblos -> @::realizes with her smile...maybe someone bleaches tusks on this station too::

Joe Manning -> If your mind is somewhere else, Troy, I'll be happy to leave you alone. ::Smirks::

Byblos -> @Alright, Pher shall we..::hands over directional card to Pher::

Pher -> @ Certainly.

Shane -> ::keeping an eye on the flows, keeps talking:: I'd have to venture an ex-Feddie. You've got the look of one.

Pher -> @ :: A final nod to Debbit, a quick glance at the directions, and they're off. ::

Troy Parson -> ((Sorry, moden freaked out))

Pher -> (( The t and y keys are next to each other. Really. They are! ))

Byblos -> @::walks behind Pher:: is the card compatable with Audrey at all? Print is a bit small..and I do not think we want to get lost here.

Samus -> (( The e key isn't ;) ))

Pher -> @ Oh, on this side of the station we're likely OK.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::attention still on tuning; with no discernable delay:: Guilty.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: Pher thinks a gentle touch is the way to go here. At least as one facet of the job. We've got a few smooth talkers on the crew, and you're one of them.

Pher -> @ :: Feeds the card to audrey, then returns it to Byblos ::

Ethan Neufeld -> (was gonna say: think it's spelled debbie, not debby)

Shane -> Hold there. ::tapps at the screen:: Back it off 0.007%, we over-shot by a bit.

Byblos -> @At least we can get a bit more acclimated to this station, if plans proceed.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::does as instructed::

Troy Parson -> Well, all else being equal, talking tends to be safer than shooting.

Byblos -> @::puts card in fornt shirt pocket::

Samus -> @ACTION: Workers are cleaning the lounge area of the Q-Pid's Retreat, prepping it for the nighttime crowd as the hour grows later

Pher -> @ At least the general flow of stationness. Other parts of the station have different feels.

Shane -> ::pauses a bit before venturing to the big question:: You fight in the War?

Pher -> @ :: Decides that getting too specific outside of Samus's office might not be prudent. ::

Byblos -> @Lifeguard, did you ever have a client take you offworld? Was that allowed on New Risa?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::backs up from EPS, subtly exhales:: Yeah.

Joe Manning -> I plan to avoid shooting as long as it's possible. Still, I'd like to have our less talkative specialists working other angles while we talk.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::replaces hydrospanner in kit::

Byblos -> ::walks down hall surveying things..noting an occasional security cam::

Joe Manning -> I don't think Pher or anyone else on the crew is going to convince anyone to hand over the information we need. But they might provide distractions from key areas that we can target.

Pher -> @ Not quite formally forbidden, but, no, I only got off world the once... and have stayed off.

Shane -> ::watches Ethan replace the hydrospanner closely, eyes still narrowed in deep thought:: You a Marine?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances up as he closes the kit:: No.

Pher -> @ Evenstar liked to keep a monopoly on the type of service offered, and tried to keep the girls on the beach.

Pher -> @ But... the clients occasionally made offers that are too tempting to turn down.

Shane -> ((wrong button >.>))

Ethan Neufeld -> (wb. Answer was No.)

Byblos -> @You seem to have adapted well. I still feel like what do the humans say..a bit of a fish out of water. My prior employer, well, we were not an interstellar company.

Pher -> @ In my case, sorta like Chris, one of the clients got himself hooked and needed someone to bring him down.

Joe Manning -> ::Stands up and walks over to the flight station and the front viewport beyond. Takes a closer look at some of the ships outside the docking bays:: Busy enough that they're lined up outside?

Pher -> @ I gathered that.

Byblos -> @That obvious huh. ::looking around slightly behind and to Pher's right::

Pher -> @ I'm thinking you may be a bit humble though, or prudent. You've done a few jobs where your skills and leadership might come useful.

Joe Manning -> Let's see if we can slip between some of these ships and pick up any interesting communication streams.

Shane -> Huh. ::delibrating avoiding the question of sides, looks back down at the console:: Looks good. Maybe that'll last till our over-haul. Doubt it.

Pher -> @ I'd kind of like to see you jump into planning sessions a bit more.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::doesn't have a response to that; picks up kit and approaches Shane::

Ethan Neufeld -> What's next?

Byblos -> @I'm not sure my standing with the crew is at that juncture yet. I am what I am right now...muscle. As for planning, yes I did plan some jobs on Tranquility.

Byblos -> @::notes people walking about, Andorians...Humans..Bolians an occasional Orion Male which instantly recalls something Joe said::

Samus -> @ACTION: The market area of Samus' private asteroid is still relatively empty, only the usual crowd of mercenaries and hired thugs loitering around or moving between shops

Pher -> @ Your standing could be what you want it to be... but if you want to stay muscle till you know the ropes better, makes sense. I likely should have done more of the same. I'm more than a little over my head at this point.

Pher -> @ :: Looks over the ususal crowd as if she knows what she is looking for... ::

Byblos -> @ I don't see that, you are talking with our current client. And he seems to enjoy talking to you. As for my previous line of work, I hade personnel working with me that made the jobs work.

Shane -> I was gonna check our situation on the bridge. Can't make too many more adjustments with out riskin' the cloak. Damn thing's sensitive. ::heads for the doors to the cooridor.

Samus -> @ACTION: Closer to the port, the faces change to those of manual labor, dockworkers moving crates to and from the docking bay and the warehouses

Byblos -> @::notes the decor change as they walk::

Pher -> @ :: Following Audrey's direction. ::

Pher -> @ Not all glamor and intregue, no?

Troy Parson -> (( test ))

Pher -> @ A little additional glamor might be nice, though.

Samus -> @ACTION: The dockworkers give Pher and Byblos plenty of room, likely assuming the pair to be more mercs in Samus' employ

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods and puts kit away, following Shane::

Pher -> @ :: struts a bit, sorta trying to earn the extra room, not that she really needs it. ::

Byblos -> @Basically Pher, I had the layout of every facitlity involved in a job provided to me by one of my crew...gosh I miss that guy. As a result the jobs were planned ahead executed well. The Boss..our Boss does things differently.

Shane -> Plannin' on stayin' with us long? ::stomping down the stairs::

Samus -> @ACTION: While a few of the dockworkers eye Pher, they mostly assume she's the usual Samus female merc -- pretty face, but extremely dangerous

Pher -> @ Yah. New Risa was different too. Every girl for herself, but you still didn't do anything to really hurt one of your sisters.

Pher -> @ (Dangerous? Who? Me???)

Byblos -> @::Gives the look if anyone messes with Pher..you'll have to deal with me...not that Pher needs the help ::

Joe Manning -> William, make a couple more passes, then we'll head back to Samus' place. Assuming we don't pick up any useful chit chat.

Ethan Neufeld -> Haven't made plans. See how things turn out.

Pher -> @ Things were ugly enough without turning on each other.

Samus -> @ACTION: As Samus indicated, Aygok's place is really a warehouse, dark and forboding on the inside. There are no dockworkers in sight of it

Byblos -> @Haven't seen any Nausicaans...no Klingons thank goodness. Pher, in your line of business..wouldn't that hurt business if one of your coworkers was displined to a point?

Shane -> Hm. ::enters the bridge and tries to finish his coffee, without success::

Pher -> @ The real world has been a relevation. You have to back stabe or betray the other guy really quick before they get you. Don't know how to deal with that.

Pher -> @ :: Looks about ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly enters bridge behind Shane; studies screen::

Byblos -> @::Byblos slows his walk a bit:: Different neighborhood we are in now, someone elses' turf Lifeguard..

Shane -> Jykin' qoh, Parson, why can't your joe taste normal at least once a week?

Joe Manning -> There! ::Points to the forward viewer, specifically at a small Ferengi craft pulling close to one of the nearby docking bays:: Position us between the station and that ship.

Byblos -> @::is aware of his Sword that Shane surprised him with just in case::

Pher -> @ This is supposed to be the place. Not like the gift shops on Risa. :: Grins ::

Shane -> ::focuses on the screen, watching their approach::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Joe and then the Ferengi ship::

Byblos -> @ Indeed I was expecting a holo boutique..::looks around::

Pher -> @ Nah.

Joe Manning -> Troy, open up the sensor arrays ... passive only. They're sure to get in touch with Gular flight control.

Samus -> @ACTION: There are stacked crates just inside the entrance to the dark warehouse

Pher -> @ :: starts glancing at the labeling on the crates. Figures that will draw an attendant. ::

Troy Parson -> ::presses buttons, nods::

Shane -> ((brb))

Pher -> @ :: Moves on to the entrance ::

Samus -> @ACTION: The labels display the insignias of many different Bull's Head corporations

Byblos -> @Okay Aygok, you clearly don't want the everyday scum around here making a place dark like this. ::notes Pher and keeps an eye on her six::

Byblos -> (not your butt...watching your back..lol)

Samus -> @ACTION: Hearing the voices, a Gorn in a red three piece suit and wielding a very large hatchet steps around the crates and into view

Pher -> @ (( Are said corporations in the attire business? ))

Samus -> (( Not all of them ))

Pher -> @ :: Grins at the Gorn. :: Nice complexion.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back at Shane and Ethan:: Doing a little spying in the Gular's neighborhood.

STSF_Nickles -> ((Magic Edit)) ::comes up behind Pher and Byblos on the Astoriod::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly glances at Joe; no comment::

Byblos -> @Oh.... I see...::notes the hatchet and is somewhat impressed::

Samus -> @Aygok> Blar! What you want?! ::Waves the hatchet a bit::

Pher -> @ Samus sent us.

Samus -> (( This is TOS Godzilla Gorn, btw, not the silly Enterprise raptor Gorn ))

STSF_Nickles -> :: watches the gorn not saying anything::

Byblos -> (welcome Nickles)

Pher -> @ My friend here needs to put together his trousseau.

Ethan Neufeld -> (No idea on the difference.)

Samus -> @Aygok> ::Looks Byblos up and down and hisses, then looks at Pher:: You the one that dress him?

Ethan Neufeld -> ((::googles again: :)

Shane -> (never watched much Enterprise))

Samus -> (( Just that it looks cooler ;) ))

Pher -> @ Not this outfit, no.

Pher -> @ This :: gestures :: is his own idea. I'd like to see him with more class.

STSF_Nickles -> @::chuckles slightly at that comment::

Byblos -> @ Yes as you see, height is the issue. And no she doesn't. Mr Samus wanted an improvement...an excellent improvement.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: We get anything, pipe it through to the Bridge speakers

Byblos -> @ I grow weary of looking at Oversized Klingon attire displays.

Samus -> @Aygok> You come to right place! ::Leers at Pher:: I do many things for Samus. I provide clothes. I solve problems. I make good butcher. I do these things for his friends if he want.

STSF_Nickles -> But they do so much for you. ::snickers:

Shane -> ::listening closely, hoping the cloak doesn't glitch::

Pher -> @ Good. For the moment, I need a tailor. Shall we?

STSF_Nickles -> @

Joe Manning -> ::Returns to his chair:: How we doin' Shane?

Byblos -> Oh he was insistent upon his desire I upgrade my attire, very insistent.

Pher -> @ :: Ignores / accepts the leer as her just due. ::

Samus -> @Aygok> Raah! Follow. ::Turns and guides them through the maze of crates::

Ethan Neufeld -> (::couldn't help chuckling at "I make good butcher": :)

Pher -> @ :: follows ::

Samus -> @ACTION: As they get deeper into the warehouse, a strange sickly smell meets the group

Ethan Neufeld -> ("I to be the butchering of the animals, yes.")

STSF_Nickles -> @ ::follows:: Hey Byblos, lets hope its good looking stuff

Shane -> Power flows are about as reliable as they'll ever be without the main core like it is. Just don't do nothing fancy like in manuverin'.

Samus -> (( 'Animals?' Oh, right, of course ... animals ... ))

STSF_Nickles -> @And hope it hasnt taken up THAT Smell

Byblos -> @ You got some Vole trouble here Mr. Aygok? Reminds me of a place I worked around before we finished them off.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Shane, evidently understanding the bare minimum of what he said; enough to function::

Joe Manning -> We won't be here much longer. We've already scoped the place out for the most part. It -seems- busy, but I never been to this neck of the woods. The station, that is.

Shane -> ((with* not without))

Samus -> @Aygok> ::Leads the group to a wide open and well-lit area between the stacks of crates. Two nasty looking mercs are closing up a couple of plastic bags::

Byblos -> @::notes Nickles reaction, the medic might have a better idea of what the smell is..rotting flesh? or Dung::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::Joe:: Couldn't hurt to set up site intelligence inside, too.

STSF_Nickles -> @ What are they doing? ::Point sto the two::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The Ferengi open a comm channel to the station

Byblos -> @::snickers slightly:: Look like Guardian Forensics officers after one of my crews works.

Joe Manning -> That'll be next. We've got Samus' passes for that. ::Glances over his shoulder:: You volunteering, Ethan?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::mildly surprised look:: Guess I am.

Shane -> ::to everyone:: We could peg Troy's creeper probe to one of the smaller vessels before that.

STSF_Nickles -> @My thoughts exactly

Samus -> @Aygok> ::Waves the hatchet at the two mercs and yells:: Mikel! Bring the new clothes shipments here, now! We have customer.

Ethan Neufeld -> (magic edit: ::mildly surprised and/or contemplative look::^)

Byblos -> @Aygok, I must confess you are the only guy affiliated with a tailor that uses a hatchet..I imagine you cut a lot of threads.

Shane -> Give us a better idea of the docking bay itself.

Joe Manning -> Something tells me I could do a lot worse.

Joe Manning -> Think you could slip something onto that ship undetected, Troy?

Byblos -> @::Byblos would say limbs but figures his word of choice will do::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::rock of head and a mild smirk mixed with a possible look of agreement for Joe::

Samus -> @Aygok> ::Rumbling laugh:: Yes, Aygok cuts many threads for Samus.

Troy Parson -> Depends on what they've got for sensors that we don't know about...but, tentatively, yes.

STSF_Nickles -> @::wonders what he meant by that and knows its not clothing threads::

Byblos -> @Hah! ::Byblos' typical chorttle:: Excellent. We've come to the right place then.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::listening to the plan to stick one of Troy's creeper probes in the bay::

Pher -> @ :: Settles back to kibbitz ::

Joe Manning -> Com Message> "This is the Hard Bargain to Gular Flight Control, carrying ambassador Sudot here for the Anniversary Gala"

Troy Parson -> ::has the passive sensors set to relay messages to the bridge speakers automatically::

Samus -> @Aygok> ::The two men roll a rack of clothes into the open area:: Ah. We see if we have something big for you, yes? Take look at selection.

Shane -> Hm, party goin' on. Great distraction for an entry.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::passive expression, gaze changes as comms activate::

STSF_Nickles -> @ There you go Byblos....

Joe Manning -> ::Furrows his brow at the message and rubs his chin::

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for a moment:: Sounds like someone's throwing a party...

STSF_Nickles -> @;;looks at the rack:: Not bad

Byblos -> @::Byblos moves to point:: Excellent no Klingon whatsoever.

Samus -> @Mikel> ::Smirks at Byblos:: This was a nice haul. Cargo ship with this ::Motions to the rack of clothes:: Fine liquor from Aldebaran. And a couple of expensive paintings for some Hyades big shot.

Samus -> @Mikel> Captain didn't even put up a fight. Instant surrender.

Joe Manning -> We'll have to make inquiries. Samus didn't mention anything about this, but ... yeah, could be a nice opportunity for us.

Byblos -> @Did you give him one just for fun nonetheless ::turns to Mikel with that response::

Samus -> @Aygok> ::Smacks Mikel on the head with the flat side of the hatchet:: Quiet, stupid! Go back to stashing meat.

Ethan Neufeld -> Mission for Jane Bond? ::asks dryly::

Troy Parson -> By any chance, when you say "make inquiries", you don't mean "crash the party", do you?

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

 

4/8/12

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

William Chocox -> ::sitting in the Engineering Department of Qob::

Samus -> ::Seated in the Captain's Chair on the Bridge, in a very relaxed posture, dazily staring at the front viewport::

Pher -> :: Just loves coming aboard ship with a bunch of crates of cloths coming along behind. Alas, most of it is for Byblos. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Waiting for arriving crew at the airlock. Notices Pher and her crates::

Byblos -> ::is in utter disbelief Samus did this for....a Nausicaan?:::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::sitting quietly on the bridge::

Pher -> :: Hits a pose for Joe ::

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head:: Pher, I thought you were going to get a suit for Byblos.

Pher -> You know me. Why stop at one?

Byblos -> Quarters are mostly empty Pher, I'll transfer my new gear to quarters...with your permission Boss? ::looks to Joe::

Joe Manning -> Exactly how clear did Samus make it to you that all of this would be put on his credit account?

Pher -> Most of it is for Byblos, anyway. You ought to know better to let me near a shop if you thought it would all be for Byblos.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly scrutinizing Samus sitting in the Captain's Chair::

Byblos -> Sir, he was insistent on handling the issue.

Pher -> :: Looks innocent. Tries to look innocent. Not her strong point. ::

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Samus -> Hmm. ::Lazily rubs at his chin and slowly looks around the Bridge::

Troy Parson -> ::sitting at the science terminal of the bridge, smoking a cigar "liberated" from Samus' waiting area::

Joe Manning -> Is anyone left on the station? ::Motions through the airlock::

Byblos -> No sir. Chris was with us. Shane I presume remained onboard.

Joe Manning -> Then all aboard. ::Steps aside to let them pass:: Just put that somewhere in the hold that no one'll trip over it.

Byblos -> But..someone else is aboard. ::a blatant reference to Samus::

Pher -> But I want him getting used to the concept of elegant.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Byblos:: If you mean Samus, I invited him aboard.

Pher -> Does this me we've got to send a broad to seduce him, rather him us?

Byblos -> Okay Boss. ::turns to Pher:: Let me know when you wish to train, I need to unpack things.

William Chocox -> ((back))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly glances at Troy and his cigar::

Pher -> Time enough to train when we're in vacuum. We'll see. Joe doesn't have that laze about look in his eye just now.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods and hits the control panel next to the airlock when everything is through:: We're transferring to another part of the station

William Chocox -> ::starts working an EPS conduit:: What is up with this conduit? It shouldn't be this hard. ::smacks conduit with a tool::

Pher -> :: Wraps herself around a bridge station chair in an interesting way. ::

Pher -> :: waits for it. ::

Samus -> ::Hears a beep from a tiny device he has attached to his wrist and gives it a glance:: Ah. Troy, why don't you be a gent and grab the flight controls?

Byblos -> ::bows to Joe and retreats to his quarters to to store the items acquired..making Byblos small quarters bery tight.

Pher -> (( Samus giving orders now? ))

Troy Parson -> ::nods:: I hope you like crashing. ::starts to move towards the flight console::

Joe Manning -> ::Taps his ODRI:: +Eng+ William, cloak still green?

Ethan Neufeld -> ((It's Samus.))

Joe Manning -> (( Apparently so ... ))

Byblos -> ::puts things quickly in place and makes a note for Pher to do a security sweep once she is free of Samus::

William Chocox -> ::looks over at the computer board:: +Joe+ We're good. Don't go too hard on the ship though.

Pher -> (( Joe woun't be so cruel and abusive as to demand Troy act like a gentleman. ;) ))

Samus -> ::Contacts the stations port authority and instructs them to release the docking clamps:: You were always were a good chap, Parson. Entirely out of place on this wreck.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Heh, sounded like plausible Samus flippancy to me.))

Troy Parson -> ::smokes stolen cigar:: With you there, but it's not like my other options turned out any better.

Samus -> Speaking of which. ::Turns to look at Pher:: I hope you purchased a nice revealing red dress for this evening?

Byblos -> ::ponders if everything purchased at the Andorian's shop has been deposited in the cargo bay, yet something odd about Samus being onboard Qob makes him want to be watching things rather than forging a blade::

Joe Manning -> ::Proceeds up the neck of the ship toward the Bridge::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::sitting at some unmanned, possibly unused station on the bridge::

Pher -> Not nice. I went for naughty. Not red. Went for black. Do I need to go shopping again?

Byblos -> ::returns to Bridge with an actual decent working outfit on and takes a guard position by the bridge door::

Samus -> ::Smiles:: As long as it shows off all your best assets, I won't mind the color too much.

Pher -> :: staying vaguely near Samus, under the trust but verify theory of security. ::

Pher -> Of course. :: smiles ::

Pher -> :: besides, one always rewards flattery. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Enters the Bridge and looks immediately toward Samus::

Byblos -> ::straightens up upon the BOSS entering the bridge::

Joe Manning -> Get the hell out of my chair, you little snot.

Pher -> There a dress up occaions coming up?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::blankly watches exchanges between Pher/Samus, Samus/Joe::

Pher -> * occasion

Samus -> ::Ignores Joe and glances up at Pher:: Uh oh, sounds like the death of the party has arrived.

Pher -> He doesn't look good in a dress anyway.

Byblos -> ::smells something and then looks to Troy Parson with a Cigar:: Hey Troy, why do humans like to enhale dead vegetation fumes?

Pher -> :: Smiles at Joe ::

Joe Manning -> ::Taps Byblos on the shoulder, then points at Samus::

Byblos -> ::nods to Joe and then proceeds to walk down the Captain's Chair ..occupied by Samus...who Joe no longer wants there::

Samus -> ::Blinks at the sudden shadow and looks up at Byblos::

Byblos -> Mr. Samus, the Captain requests you relinquish the chair immediately.

Troy Parson -> ::stops smoking for a second, looking at the cigar as he contemplates Byblos' question, shrugs, resumes::

William Chocox -> ::continues working on the conduit whistling::

Pher -> Joe's getting prickly about this sort of thing. Insecurity, you understand. (To Samus)

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watches Byblos handle Samus::

Samus -> ::Small nod:: The Captain is an insufferable ass. But as I am a guest, I'll comply. ::Gets up slowly:: While reminding you that I was the Captain of this ship before Mr. Manning.

Pher -> Oh, I remember.

Byblos -> ::looks to Samus:: Really? ::notes Samus is leaving the chair..and is greatful no force was necessary::

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head at Byblos:: I'm fairly certain I ain't payin' you to be a public relations director, Byblos. I'm payin' you to toss people on their asses.

Pher -> Samus buys him better outfits.

Samus -> ::Finds a clear tall bulkhead to lean against::

Joe Manning -> Troy, I don't know what the hell you're doing at the helm, but as long as you're there, let's get ready for departure.

Troy Parson -> ::nods, starts tentatively pecking at the helm console with the tip of one finger::

Pher -> :: Settles down in her usual place ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::hint of surprise at Troy's method of helming::

Samus -> Actually, the docking clamps have already been released. ::Taps at his small wrist device, sending some coordinates to Troy:: We'll be docking with Asteroid K-14

Byblos -> ::pursues Samus to his new position and stands next to the much shorter human:: Why the heck did a person like you hire an individual like Duke Redding. Does not make sense.

Pher -> :: More conventional in arranging herself in the chair than usual. ::

Troy Parson -> K-14...got it. ::searches for the button to make the ship move, and then presses it::

Joe Manning -> ::Walks over to his chair with a snap in Samus' direction:: Just keep quiet until you're called on. I give the orders 'round here boy.

Troy Parson -> ::looks over at Joe:: We *are* going to K-14, though?

Samus -> ::Finishes tapping his wrist device and grins at Byblos:: Now, what do you mean by 'person like you?'

Joe Manning -> ::Sits and nods at Troy:: That's right ...

Byblos -> Your employee clearly has my Boss to say the least..upset.

Pher -> :: Wonders if she should focus on the mission, whatever it is, Joe being as sharing as usual, or watch the group dynamics. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Raises his ODRI arm:: +Qob+ All hands, we're headed out into the open under cloak. Keep communications face to face from here on in.

Troy Parson -> ::turns back to the console, muttering to himself:: I don't get any more or less likely to crash based on who tells me to fly, you know...

Pher -> Audrey, lock down comm functions.

Samus -> True ... but that's there business, not mine. Duke get results. That's all I need from him. ::Shrugs::

Byblos -> You look like the type of guy that does not hire a person like him. I mean what he did to My Boss, that kind of ::Nausicaan word for crap:: would not be tolerated say the least. On Tranquility my boss would of shot him dead.

Byblos -> My former...boss.

Samus -> Your boss sounds like a rather unforgiving sort. Not sure what line of business he's in, but in my line of business, shooting people dead is bad for business.

William Chocox -> ::hearing the comm:: Man, I was just about to have a witty response about the pilot's inability to take off properly. ::since nothing else seems to be working whacks the conduit again::

Byblos -> Biker Gang, Tranquility City. He did not tolerate insuboridination at all.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Pher:: We're headed to a private docking bay owned by some small-time tritanium magnate ...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::given his radio still hasn't been returned to him and doesn't have access to the Qob's, not likely he'll be a comm problem::

Troy Parson -> ::steering the ship in the general direction of K-14 smoothly enough, but in a way that demonstrates complete obliviousness of the concept of a "margin of safety" when it comes to avoiding other objects::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::apparently listening to Joe::

Pher -> :: Nods :: Social visit, or do we need tritanium?

Joe Manning -> We're transferring to a shuttle. Wouldn't be wise for the Gular boys to see us leaving Samus' station. This magnate has no connection to Samus ... that anyone is aware of.

Pher -> :: Checks the proximity of K 14 and the Gular complex. ::

Pher -> :: nods ::

Byblos -> By the way, your muscle at the Tailor shop. Not very bright disposing of individuals just when we arrived. Unless the tailor wanted me to see his ability with an axe.

Samus -> Well, naturally, I have no idea what you're talking about. ::Looks sidelong at Byblos:: Weren't disatisfied with his selection, I hope?

Pher -> Does this imply that somebody has a plan?

Byblos -> No. I never thought a Gorn as a tailor. But many people make the same mistake with my Species. There are some very ..very intelligent Nausicaans believe it or not. Yet we still average only 30 year life span.

Joe Manning -> ::Watches the asteroids pass the ship (or the ship pass the asteroids) on the front viewer:: We're going to need to work on our cover story, but for now the plan is to scout around, like Ethan suggested.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Joe at the mention of his name::

William Chocox -> ((Plans? When has a plan of ours worked? When plan, we show up, all hell breaks loose.))

Samus -> You sound like an intelligent fellow yourself, Byblos. What drew you to the starship life?

Pher -> Ah. On foot for a while? I hope you don't want me to play inconspicuous. Samus would be so dissapointed.

Byblos -> I am old for a Nausicaan. Do you really want to hear my story?

William Chocox -> ((We plan*))

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Samus and Byblos and narrows his eyes a bit:: Drawing some attention might help us learn who's who over there, who you might be able to work over to get us to the places we need to go.

Joe Manning -> But for now, our strategy could be as simple as making an appointment with one of their executives in a few days, then gathering as much info as we can.

Pher -> Leaking them expendable Rainmaker info still on the list of possibilities?

Samus -> I didn't ask for your story, Byblos, I asked for your motivation. Why this ship? You could probably be doing so much more ... earning so much more.

Byblos -> You like Guardians Samus?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Pher, hint of a momentary jump in thoughts::

Joe Manning -> Not right away. We float that out at once, we probably won't have much time to move about beneath their notice.

Pher -> Good thought.

Samus -> ::Small shrug:: If they can serve a useful purpose to me. If they try to get in my way, I don't like them at all. But I work hard to keep them out of my way.

Joe Manning -> You suggested you had some ideas of your own?

William Chocox -> ::looking over at the console to check the cloak:: That could get interesting at some point. ::frowns walks over and goes more detailed:: Will need to go to the bridge soon to tell Joe.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::faint sign of agreement with Joe::

William Chocox -> ((::frowns and walks*))

Troy Parson -> ((I need chatroom-glue ::sighs: :))

Byblos -> On Tranquilty I ran a job, that got a lot of Guardians mad. Needless to say, it was extremely unwise for me to remain on Tranquility. This ship arrived, depleted of crew thanks to your employee Redding, I got a lift of Tranquility and her Guardian hounds.

Pher -> Nothing I'm really ready to push. While we're wandering around cloaked, at some point we might want to drop som comm sensors.

Pher -> But snooping around the fringes before committing to an end came seems prudent.

Byblos -> Motivation was survival Samus. simple as that.

Pher -> * game

Joe Manning -> Right now we just need a cover story to get us onto the station. They're going to ask about our business on the station ...

Joe Manning -> Buying a ship or two is the simplest approach, but that might get us treated like commoners, stashed away in some hotel with our station access restricted.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::speaks up unexpectedly:: We like a good party?

Samus -> And you really think you have a good chance of surviving long on this -- ::Cuts himself short and rethinks:: Vessel?

Troy Parson -> ::looks up from the helm:: We could always try and buy more than one or two...

Pher -> We'd have to pass for someone who could afford it.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Ethan:: An invitation to that party wouldn't be unwelcome. And I doubt their common starship buyers are the types to get invites.

Ethan Neufeld -> Mm ::agrees:: Socialites.

Joe Manning -> I think we need to intrigue them without giving them too much reason to keep us all under close watch.

Pher -> What's this about a party? Really?

Byblos -> I have a better chance here than continuing to avoid Guardians in their captial city. Two years on the run, my best friend who helped me to get free from my ex employter disappeared...I had nothing left. Just the clothes and what services I could provide.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: Buying a small fleet would raise eyebrows, especially if we imply that we aim to be players in the region. And it might clash with the plans of whoever they're selling ships to in the Rimward Territories.

Joe Manning -> Could put us in contact with exactly the right kinds of people.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly agrees::

Troy Parson -> Well, personally, I've always rather wanted a fleet.

Samus -> You realize that it's not unprecedented for the Guardians to be ... bribed? By the right people, especially.

Joe Manning -> They're having some sort of anniversary gala in a few days. Ships are already arriving with guests.

William Chocox -> ::transfers the readout to his ODRI and starts walking towards the bridge::

Pher -> Ah. :: considers ::

Pher -> We have anything like a guest list?

Joe Manning -> Not yet. We don't even know what it's celebrating.

Byblos -> ::looks to Samus:: I have been..and still am accused of murdering 15 Guardians. A Sheriff and a Deputy. You kill a sheriff on Tranquilty no matter how stupid he is..you are made a mark for sure. Plus somebody altered my record to make me sound more of a butcher.

Ethan Neufeld -> It'd be handy. Look into posing as some of the 'poorer' guests.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::shrugs like he's not entirely sold on his own suggestion::

Pher -> I might possibly know a few of the richer ones, if they've visited New Risa.

Byblos -> I had no coin, and I sure could not match the bounty on my head with a bribe.

Ethan Neufeld -> (A list would be handy.^)

Samus -> ::Shrugs and laughs just a little bit:: Byblos ... do you really think the Guardians care about murdered members? Any more than other mercenary bands would? They make a big show of being some tight-knit fraternity with a mind to spread peace and prosperity throughout Bull's Head ...

Samus -> Truth is, they're just money-making individuals with badges.

Ethan Neufeld -> Richer guests might also be more intimate with the host.

Joe Manning -> We'll make a guest list one of the targets of our scouting.

William Chocox -> ((scratch my last line))

Joe Manning -> Pher, I'm going to make you the mouth-piece for this. You'll act as our leader. I'm putting this stage of the mission largely in your hands ...

Pher -> :: Raises an eyebrow ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::isn't surprised::

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs at her:: Classic maneuver. You're the pretty face. You'll have these corporate exec types eating out of your hands.

Byblos -> ::to Samus:: Tranquilty is different. There is enough...Federation mentality in that city, that allows a Marshall to get some cooperation with citizens and her Guardians. Sure some are scum. The bastard Sheriff who replaced the one I alledgedly killed rallied his men well....and made my life a living hell for two years. There are some Guardians that do not fit the mold of corruption in Bull's Head...especially the ex feddie type.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::wears a look that says he can't disagree::

Joe Manning -> Meanwhile, our brains will look for ways to infiltrate whatever setup they've got going.

Ethan Neufeld -> (can't disagree with Joe's assessment^)

William Chocox -> ::looking at the readout for the cloak:: Why is the power to the cloak fading? Is there anything I can take power from to increase power to the cloak? Weapons probably, maybe enviromental in some of the unused areas. ::starts working to see if either of these solutions is reasonable::

Pher -> Sometimes they like to boast and talk. Sometimes they don't. That sort of fishing would be a full time job, though.

Samus -> I'll admit I don't know as much about the way things work on Tranquility as the rest of Bull's Head. The city isn't as important as the Taurus Brothers try to make it out to be. Andus is the real heart of the Hyades Cluster ...

Samus -> Still, I think a well-placed bribe here or there could get certain people off your backs. You'd just need a patron with the resources and the willingness to cover you.

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at William, then looks at Troy:: Better boost the engines and get us into the docking bay, Troy.

Ethan Neufeld -> Sounds like you'll be paid full time, at any rate. ::quips to Pher::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back at William:: I was under the impression that Shane had these issues straightened out?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::to Joe:: We worked on it. That doesn't mean it'd stay fixed.

Troy Parson -> Erm...right. ::stares at the control panel for a second, then presses a button to boost the engines::

Pher -> Oh, no. One wouldn't ask to be paid. I'd expect gifts, though. :: Smiles ::

William Chocox -> ((I'm still in engineering Joe. I retconned the walking to the bridge line.))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises briefly at Pher::

Byblos -> The Boss ::glances at Joe:: has a lot of leverage on my head. And I have no desire to return to Tranquility. If he needs a quick ...I haven't checked the bounty of my head on recently..sum of money. He'll sell me out. But he needs the crew..after your boy Redding jykied him.

Joe Manning -> (( Ah. Okay. Forget those last two lines ))

William Chocox -> ((Why, yes I do talk to myself.))

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Forgets like magic.))

William Chocox -> ::seeing that the cargo bay isn't inhabited starts to take power from the enviromental controls and shunting it to the cloak::

Samus -> Like I said Byblos ... you'd just need the right patron. ::Grins at him::

Pher -> Are the guests all going to be staying in the Gular complex? If there is to be overflow, where would they stay?

Joe Manning -> They've got seven asteroids. That's a lot of room. Details beyond that. ::Shrugs:: We just heard about the party while we were intercepting comms an hour ago.

Pher -> I suspect quite a few folk wouldn't want to be too deeply imbeded in Gular turf.

Byblos -> This ship still needs more hands. The Boss knows that. Redding dug him into this hole..he is trying to get back into the game on an even keel. But you mentioned the ship's condition...that is another reason why he's not going to sell me out. He needs this ship rebuilt to a point where he can do his business on a stable footing. ::looks to Samus:: you don't know me..offering me a job would be foolish. Joe knows what I am worth..I think...so he's got leverage

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM