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Joe Manning

Qob: Tranquility 4/15/12 - 4/22/12

4/15/12

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: Dressed down, loose fitting overalls. Hair up in a businesslike bun, covered with scarf. ::

Byblos -> ::exits his quarters wondering if he might need some of that human good smell stuff...cologne?::

Joe Manning -> ::Leaves the infirmary and tries to locate the others, possibly already in the docking bay?::

Pher -> Troy. You were awake, sort of, in that meeting?

Byblos -> ::heads to docking ring where hopefully Joe is::

Troy Parson -> ::yawns:: Awake...what? ::looks over sleepily::

William Chocox -> ::wearing black vest, cream shirt, and black pants, waiting to get on the shuttle::

Pher -> :: playfully slaps Troy awake. ::

Troy Parson -> Oi!

Pher -> Oooh, fancy William.

Joe Manning -> ::Runs into Byblos at the airlock:: Don't have your new threads on yet, big man?

Byblos -> ::observes Troy get a slap and chuckles::

Pher -> I'd kind of like you to work the techi end of the low key scouting, if you're willing?

Byblos -> This is one outfit. ::looks around for samus:: He....provided many.

Pher -> :: Admires Byblos's outfit. ::

Joe Manning -> Well, if you should happen to attend any parties over there, I'm sure you'll have a place to dress. We're being given an untraceable line of credit for expenses over there.

William Chocox -> Fancy? This is my everyday outfit. And sure I'll run the techie stuff.

Byblos -> Boss...we're going to need..uh what do humans say....you to pull a rabbit out of hat on this one.

Byblos -> Where is Samus Sir?

Joe Manning -> Making transportation arrangements. ::Steps out of the airlock and looks around the docking bay::

Pher -> Good enough. Thanks, William. Try to keep Troy awake and out of trouble? :: winks ::

Troy Parson -> Me? Get into trouble? Never. ::pops one eye open so that he can see what he's doing enough to light a cigarette::

Shane -> ((Hey everyone, so sorry I'm late))

Byblos -> Okay, FYI..I have Shane's energy blade. It is so customized, I don't think anyone will realize what it is without maiming themselves by activating it

Pher -> :: Has been watching too many 3 stooges previews. :: If he starts to fall asleep again, just do this...

Byblos -> ( S H A N E ! )

Pher -> :: Fakes like she is going to do something, then retreats. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Joins the others at the opposite end of the docking arm:: Samus should be along in just a moment. Pher, a word?

William Chocox -> If I could keep Troy out of trouble I would be running this ship.

Pher -> :: Wanders over to Joe ::

Pher -> Pretend, William.

Byblos -> Hey Troy? Going to smoke some more dead plant material?

Joe Manning -> Byblos, keep the inmates rounded up? ::Motions to the others::

Troy Parson -> They're mostly chemical additives these days, actually. ::smokes::

Troy Parson -> Want one?

Byblos -> wait aren't those like...expensive?

Troy Parson -> ::snorts:: Not like I have much use for a savings account.

Joe Manning -> ::Leans close to Pher and speaks quietly:: Our friend Ethan will be taking a separate shuttle ...

Shane -> ::with his usual loud stomping and mechanically noisy arm, joins the crew at the airlock with a duffle-bag on his real shoulder::

Byblos -> I recall a Nausicaan biker who scrounged off well....never mind.

Byblos -> Uh..My Tusks will.probably rot Troy.

Pher -> :: Resists the temptation to question the word 'friend'. ::

Pher -> OK. What's the thought behind that?

Troy Parson -> Suit yourself. ::puts carton away, closes eyes, smokes::

Byblos -> Shane, What is in the bag. It better not be my friend.

Joe Manning -> We both agreed that he may be better off on his own for this one, using his own means to gather intelligence and dropping anything he finds off in prearranged locations.

William Chocox -> Hey Shane.

Joe Manning -> He's willing to help as long as I'm willing to follow through with that vial. But since he ain't on the crew ... ::Shrugs:: Working with the rest of us may be a shaky prospect for him.

Shane -> (oi...))

William Chocox -> ((William Chocox destroyer of conversations.))

Shane -> ((he he))::nods to Will

Pher -> Shaky both ways, in my opinion, but I think you've already figured that out.

Shane -> ::*

Shane -> ::looks to Byblos, his expression empty:: Tools, Naussy. Your head's in your room.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: Yeah. ::Shrugs:: For my part, he gives us some deniability. He might be able to push riskier buttons to gather some intel, and since he can't be connected to the rest of us ... ::Frowns::

Samus -> ::Approaching the group from one end of the docking ring, holding a small leather case at his side::

Shane -> and if he gets caught, its no skin off our back...

Byblos -> Thanks...::to Shane rather calmly::

Shane -> ::shifts eyes to Samus approaching::

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Shane, who's passing by:: Try not to eavesdrop so obviously, Shane.

Byblos -> ::notes Samus:: Mr. Samuis

Samus -> ::Flashes teeth:: Mr. Byblos. ::Nods to the others:: Friends and comrades.

Shane -> ::snorts a bit at Joe's comment, nods at Samus::

Byblos -> Pher, when you have time for a question..please let me know.

Samus -> ::Motions a hand up and down Byblos:: Looking sharp. I guess that fashion budget is paying dividends for you?

Pher -> :: Considers further evaluation of Ethan's abilities, but decides Joe has already committed him. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods toward the group and rejoins the others::

William Chocox -> Hey Samus.

Byblos -> That will depend if Andus security shoots Nausicaans on sight.

Pher -> Sure, Swimmer.

Byblos -> ::execuse me Mr. Samus I need to speak with my superior briefly..::walks over to Pher..very close to her::

Samus -> ::Holds out a leather case for someone to grab:: These are the codes you'll need to transmit to Gular Flight Control before you dock. They will grant you clearance to the commercial areas of the district -- that's two asteroids, one for goods and services and another for corporate clientele. They will not grant you access to the restricted asteroids. ::Scratches his chin::

Byblos -> ::hushed:: Question about my look.

Joe Manning -> ::Crosses his arms and starts to scowl a bit at that last bit of information::

Pher -> Sure. I think we've switched rolls. I've dressed down. You've dressed up. You willing to associate with low life like me?

Pher -> :: smiles ::

Shane -> ::takes the case from Samus in his bionic, dwarfing it in his claw:: We'l have to work with that...

Byblos -> ::hushed:: I read something in Mr. Samus, box about something called cologne? Humans I guess use it. What would be your opinion...::very hushed:: Of..well me using some

Joe Manning -> I was under the impression that we'd be getting total access?

Samus -> ::Quick nonchalant shrug:: You'll just have to improvise. Be clever. Use that infamous mercenary resourcefullness to open some doors. You all can handle that can't you?

Pher -> :: Considers :: Very lightly in a station. Closed life support. Some scrubber's got to take anything extra out of the air.

Byblos -> ::very hushed:: Some say we smell. my people.

Pher -> You might please the ladies, but annoy the tech.

Byblos -> But the Mark? would he be..annoyed?

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Shane -> ::grunts at Samus's comment, looking the case over::

Samus -> Quiet bunch. ::Claps his hands together:: So. Anything resembling a plan yet?

Troy Parson -> ::usually smells of cigarette smoke and stale almost-coffee, personally::

Pher -> :: Considers :: The Mark? I don't know him that well. Very light touch, I'd suggest.

Byblos -> Thanks Pher.

Pher -> We plan to gather enough information to start making a plan. Repeat as necessary.

Shane -> ::glances at Joe, not quite sure of what to tell::

Pher -> You're welcom, Byblos.

Byblos -> ::straightens up to full height::

Pher -> You in a hurry, Samus?

Joe Manning -> I think a good many of my crew are waiting for old pops to do all the thinking and make all the decisions. Not this time. ::Smiles:: The difficult dangerous stuff I let them handle.

William Chocox -> ((back))

Byblos -> ::Shane probably notices.....Byblos sporting his Energy sword..the pommel...on his belt::

William Chocox -> Great.

Samus -> There's no telling how much time we have to waste. In any event, I obviously won't be joining you. My face shows up in a Gular Consortium security feed, I'll be placed under nonstop watch.

Byblos -> Hey William..honestly..you have the best advantage..

Pher -> We could use you as a distraction. Tie up all their interrogation room personnel.

William Chocox -> Really? How, so.

Samus -> ::Laughs a bit at Pher's joke. Joke, right? Laugh seems genuine, but who knows::

Byblos -> You look like just another Human ::winks::

Shane -> ::to the rest of the group, as he starts to move down the airlock, past Samus:: I say we quit wasting time and get goin" then...

Samus -> I've been interrogated a few times before and just barely escaped with the charming good looks ::Points at his face with both hands:: In tact.

Byblos -> Check that Chief.

Byblos -> Pher I will have your...six.

Samus -> I'll pass on the distraction angle. But I might be able to fish up an employee who's on the Consortium's radar. Just give the call, and I'll have him sent over.

William Chocox -> Just another human? I am freakishly handsome.

Samus -> I like that. ::Grabs Shane by the shoulder as he passes, stopping him::

Samus -> Straight to business.

Byblos -> ::hears William and busts up::

Pher -> Good nuff, Byblos. Not too obviously. I'm not in my high faughtlin gownless evening strap. Girls in dirty coveralls don't generally have bodyguards.

Shane -> ::stops, and looks down at Samus's hand, then back to him, a little annoyed::

William Chocox -> You find that funny Big Ugly?

Byblos -> You leaving Audrey at home?

Pher -> But everyone keeping an eye on each other's back is good.

Samus -> Joe, Pher my dear, you wouldn't mind if I hold this big fellow up until the shuttle makes another pickup? It only holds 6 passengers, I'm afraid.

Joe Manning -> ::Reaches into his vest for his flask of bourbon, eyeing Samus::

Byblos -> ::to William, okay if you get laid on this job William ..I swear I will clean your quarter's head spic and span ::

Shane -> ::turns to look at Joe, a slight frown on his face::

Pher -> I won't cry this time, Samus.

Samus -> Just send someone back here with the shuttle for another pickup, and I promise I'll let him go. ::Looks at Shane:: Just need to discuss some of the work my crews did on the old bird.

Byblos -> Don't toss him Shane...He' looks a bit lighter than me...Hah! ::chortles::

Joe Manning -> ::Sips from the flask and returns it to his vest pocket, still watching Samus::

Joe Manning -> Lead the way, Samus.

Byblos -> ::to William..no I alter the bet...If you get two....ladies hitting on you this job...I will be your personal servant for two weeks

Samus -> I will endeavor to give him no good reason to. ::Grins at Byblos then at Shane, before turning and heading back up the docking ring::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods to Shane::

William Chocox -> ::checks his engineering kit, phaser hidden in vest, and ODRI:: Whatever. I'm ready to go guys.

Shane -> ::lets out a sigh and mumbles to himself as he walks back through the airlock, something about small shuttle designs and retarded monkeys::

Pher -> :: Shifts with the group to the shuttle ::

Byblos -> ::Byblos boards and whatever he is supposed to do::

Samus -> ::Leading the group around the docking ring to a smaller adjacent bay. Looks over at William:: All about business yourself. Must be rubbin' off the fellow with the robot arm.

William Chocox -> ::gets on the shuttle trying to squeeze in::

Pher -> :: Decides that if more than six people crawl in, she'll just have to sit on someone's lap. ::

William Chocox -> ((scratch my last line. Retcon Cannon.))

Samus -> ::Watches the group file onto the shuttle, passes the leather case over to Pher:: Good luck over there. And I'm taking a rain check on that dinner invite.

Pher -> :: Knows that William is looking for ladies... ::

Troy Parson -> ::sleeping on a cargo shelf in the shuttle::

Pher -> :: Accepts the case ::

Byblos -> ::to William:: You know, I am not being fair. If someone on this station wants to ::some shuttle noise covers up his word:: you. I will do whatever task youwish me to do on Qob so long as I do not interfere with other duties

Samus -> Pilot> ::Sitting in the flight seat, a helmet obscuring his head, as he/she waits for the crew to board the shuttle::

William Chocox -> I'm not all about business. Just on missions.

Pher -> Better had. Wouldn't want to waste a visit to Andus.

William Chocox -> ::to Byblos:: Deal.

Byblos -> Deal.

Joe Manning -> ::Stops at the shuttle door and looks over at Samus:: ... and good luck to you. ::Glances back toward Qob's bay::

Shane -> ::enters the bay with the group, hanging off to the back and waiting by the shuttle::

William Chocox -> ((Where's Kaara Soora when I need her?))

Samus -> ::Small mysterious grin::

Pher -> (( The logical place. ))

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head as he steps onto the shuttle and finds a vacant seat::

Byblos -> ::hunched over due to height::

William Chocox -> ::enters the bay and looks at the shuttle:: That's supposed to fit all of us? Maybe if we strap Byblos to the top.

Joe Manning -> Everybody strap in ... just in case we hit a smaller asteroid.

Pher -> We're OK William. We've got Troy in a cargo bin.

Samus -> ::Turns and walks over to where Shane is waiting::

William Chocox -> ::quickly grabs a seat::

Byblos -> Wait he is asleep with one of those rolled up burning dead plant material things?

Samus -> Pilot> ::Closes the shuttle hatch and looks back to see if everyone's ready::

William Chocox -> Good place for him. Less chance that he will do something crazy.

Pher -> :: Settles in and straps down ::

Byblos -> ::looks at Troy Parson::

Shane -> ::watches the shuttle a bit, then turns his stare to Samus as he approaches:: You wanna tell me what this is about? I have a feelin' it ain't about the Qob's repairs.

Troy Parson -> ::opens one eye:: I'm perfectly capable of napping and smoking at the same time, y'know.

Shane -> ::his scarred face and cold grey eyes expressionless::

Samus -> ::Smirks and points to his forehead:: Smart man. But then you'd have to be to make chief engineer on the old bird. ::Motions back to the shuttle:: They should be 10 or 20 minutes before the shuttle's back.

Byblos -> I swear if you set off the fire suppression on this ship....I will...will.....

Samus -> Pilot> ::Takes the shuttle up and through the forcefield protecting the open bay doors::

Shane -> ((lets say I handed the case off to Will before he got on))

Samus -> (( Covered that. Took it back and handed it to Pher ))

Pher -> (( Yep ))

Shane -> ((ah ok then))

Troy Parson -> Ehh. ::smokes::

Shane -> ::nods to Samus, waiting for him to continue::

Samus -> ::Turns and watches the shuttle depart, hand clasped in front of his waist:: How is the old bird doing these days?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Troy and sighs::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks around for the nearest vent to the exterior hull::

Shane -> ::watching the back of Samus's head:: Probably the same as it was several. Held together by spit and bailin' wire.

Shane -> several years ago*

Joe Manning -> ::Finds one and slides the cover open, pushes the little button next to it::

Shane -> But she's held together better than other ships I've been on.

Samus -> I'm familiar with the old girl in her younger days. ::Glances back at Shane:: Was but 17 when I hired on with a man named Decker, ship's Captain at the time. Made chief engineer myself within two years. My ascent did not stop there.

William Chocox -> ((Come on now Shane. It's mostly duct tape now.))

Shane -> ((He he, its a movie quote from the Rocketeer :P))

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Pher:: I figure I'm gonna find the nearest bar and settle down over whatever swill they're servin'. Maybe I'll hear something.

Pher -> I'm not intending to be much more ambitious. Might share a drink with you to start?

William Chocox -> Any idea where I can find a computer terminal to settle down at?

Pher -> I'm figuring that if I might come back later with the gownless evening strap, I'd best play it really low key now.

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs:: Whatever you think is best, girl

Byblos -> Pher, sounded like you wanted me to buzz off since you are not..in attire...I'll shop. And hopefully I will not get profiled.

Shane -> ::doesn't change his expression:: I knew of Decker. I figure he's not breathin' too well at the moment, is he?

Joe Manning -> ::Grins at William:: I'm sure you can find an electronic catalog to browse. Don't go tryin' to crack their alarm systems just yet, though. Not unless Pher ok's it.

Pher -> Sounds right, Byblos. We talked about a Princess and Bear routine, but this isn't the time for me to play princess.

Pher -> Time might come, though.

William Chocox -> ::sighs:: Fine.

Samus -> ::Grins and looks at Shane:: I'm surprised you've been deep enough into the right circles to know the name Decker. Decker checked out. Peacefully and healthfully. And to my benefit, as I inherited the ship and his syndicate.

Byblos -> Gotcha Pher. William if you hack..into Andus..successfully I will...be at your call for an entire week

William Chocox -> Never underestimate me.

Samus -> Pilot> ::Turns head to the back of the shuttle and calls out in a very deep male voice:: Gonna need those access codes. It's a short trip.

Pher -> :: opens the case :: What you need?

Shane -> Heard the name here and there. How did you lose her? Game of cards?

Shane -> ((switch "her" for "the Qob"))

Samus -> Pilot> Should be a data rod I can plug in. Don't go sharin' that around, by the way, unless you want to get someone in hot water with the Consortium. It's keyed only to your visit to the station.

Pher -> Very much understood. My toy. :: smiles ::

Byblos -> Boss..I did tell you I have a strange desire to off....::hears pilot and shuts up::

Samus -> Sold her. To Joe. ::Shrugs:: It was pretty much past her usefullness to me. We had ships in better repair. Though it sounds like Joe's kept together well enough to get by as a merc.

Pher -> :: considers that she might need to work with Troy and William some after all. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Byblos:: Kennedy? I think that would be another unwise strategy at this phase of the game, Bybs.

Pher -> :: Finds a rod, hopefully the right rod... donates it to the pilot. ::

Joe Manning -> Wouldn't be much more wise at a later stage for that matter.

Byblos -> Not him

Pher -> Would attract attention.

Samus -> Pilot> ::Grabs the data rod and plugs it into a slot in his terminal::

Byblos -> I don't want to disturb the pilot with morbit thoughts guys

Samus -> So ... what's your story, Shane? ::Slips his hands into his pockets:: Why Qob? Why a small-time mercenary ship?

Byblos -> Forget I brought it up

Pher -> :: Looks at the pilot. Suspects someone Samus selected for this job is no virgin. ::

Samus -> ACTION: A cool feminine voice with a British accent comes through the pilot's terminal: "You are cleared to dock in Bay B-20"

Byblos -> ::Byblos thinks of the bastard who ruined the Qob..oddly, he wants to kill the guy. But he wasn't even part of the Boss's crew at the time. Why does he want to kill Duke Redding? ::

Shane -> ::pauses a bit before answering:: Backwater sector. Out of the eyes of certain groups. And Joe doesn't ask too many questions.

William Chocox -> (m) How did a British accent survive this far from Earth?

Byblos -> OH man I am going to lose the bet...William is already on to the controller!

Samus -> Hm. ::Nods slowly, then mutters, almost as an afterthought:: Can't pay all that much either.

Joe Manning -> I been told that I still got a little creole in my voice. I never heard it myself. ::Shrugs::

Byblos -> ::Byblos returns to something Joe Manning said however. What was the deal with killing an Orion Male? ::

William Chocox -> Never know who you might meet Byblos.

Shane -> ::shrugs:: Better than a lot of merchants that would take me. And more interestin'

Byblos -> Indeed William. Indeed.

Byblos -> Do those smokey things make humans sleep? I haven't heard anything from Troy

Samus -> ::Shrugs:: There are certain individuals who'd be willing to pay you far more reliably to do the same sort of work.

Samus -> Pilot> ::Takes the shuttle into the rather crowded bay::

Shane -> ::growing slightly impatient:: You offerin' me a job Mr. Samus?

Byblos -> ::looks out a viewport?::

William Chocox -> ::looking out the window:: Looks like we're threading the needle.

William Chocox -> They tend to keep the mouth occupied.

Samus -> I'm always on the lookout for fresh talent, for people who can get things done. Who are willing to get things, the right way. ::Grins at him::

Troy Parson -> ::sleeping on the cargo shelf with extinguished cigarette still in mouth::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

 

4/22/12

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

William Chocox -> ::sitting in his smallish processing room snoozing::

Joe Manning -> ::Seated in one of the chairs in the processing area, an uncomfortable assembly of thin steel and plastic::

Byblos -> ::looks at the Gular facility noting more humans than bolians::

Troy Parson -> ::perched on the back of one of the waiting room chairs, smoking::

STSF_Nickles -> :: sitting in the corner watching over everyone.. watching for any trouble. ::

Joe Manning -> I wonder if this kind of a wait is standard? Or if they're busier than usual with the mysterious reception.

Joe Manning -> The Consortium has a reputation for being efficient. But also bureaucratic.

William Chocox -> ((wait, are we alone? Or in general population?))

STSF_Nickles -> My guess would be standard.. to make you say nevermind and leave.

Pher -> Bureaucratic is right. You get big, you get overhead.

Shane -> ::enters the processing area through the sliding door, having just arrived from the shuttle bay, stomping on the metal flooring loudly with his bionic whining and wirring::::

Joe Manning -> (( General population must be visible. Windows :) ))

Joe Manning -> (( Or a balcony overlooking a common area ))

Byblos -> The Nausicaan remains standing despite the length of time to keep a look on things. Being unfamiliar with the place, he is concerned about Guardians showing up.

Joe Manning -> ::Recognizes the sound and glances over his shoulder at Shane::

Shane -> ::grey eyes wander around the room, expressionless::

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks up at Shane entering:: At least you made it

Byblos -> ::definitely notes Shane's presence then resumes his glacing with his eyes not his head for Law Enforcement::

Shane -> ::grunts a reply at Chris and takes a seat in a chair that is obviously too small for him, his arm giving a hiss::

Troy Parson -> ::glances over at Shane, then looks away::

William Chocox -> ::gets woken up by Shane's whirring:: Wha... What? ::sighs:: Why do you have to be so loud?

Byblos -> Pher, being wanted and tall occasionally is not a good thing. So many people here..

Pher -> Hmm. I don't know that you should worry too much. The Guardians and Gular aren't entirely on the same page.

Shane -> ::makes brief eye contact Joe, but breaks away to look at Will beside him:: Grow a metal appendage and see how you sound you jyke...

William Chocox -> I'm fine with my natural appendages thank you.

Pher -> But I haven't really played with the Guardians that much. I was only on Tranquility a few years, and stayed out of their way.

Shane -> ::scowls and looks to the windows:: Arse.

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks between Will and Shane:: Wont you two ever get along?

Byblos -> I just don't know, ::to Pher:: How strong of presence they are in the cluster..off of Tranquility.

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Byblos:: Any Guardians show up, the people runnin' the station are notified immediately. They don't allow anyone aboard on Guardian business without puttin' them through a screening process.

Pher -> Depends on the planet. Here, where one corporation is running this area, their own security will be handling things.

William Chocox -> We'll get along when we feel like it.

Shane -> ::glares at Nickles and growls:: I didn't know it was a requirement.

Pher -> I don't know that Gular would want em wandering around without a good cause.

Byblos -> Good to here Boss. I just see so many eyes. Standing in a spaceport processing center is not something I'd like to do all day. ::to Pher:: The Consortium though wants to buy them off though right? ::then back to Joe:: A bidding war between them and the Brothers?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks through the windows and sees a man in a solid black jumpsuit approaching the processing room::

Byblos -> ::shuts up::

William Chocox -> They didn't want us poking around whenever they landed on Tranquility either.

STSF_Nickles -> ::crosses his arms and shakes his head::

William Chocox -> ((that was to Pher))

Joe Manning -> ::Nods in Byblos' direction:: That's the rumor.

Pher -> Who wants anyone poking around?

Joe Manning -> Guardians and Gulars do ample business with each other, but they aren't buddies.

Joe Manning -> ::Taps Pher on the arm and points at the window:: You're up, Pher.

Shane -> ::watching the black-clad man approach the room::

Pher -> Up? OK.

Byblos -> Nonetheless, I don't want a stray Guardian catching a Nausiciaan standing around. Sorry Boss, I think they profile my people.

Joe Manning -> Customs Officer> ::Opens the sliding door and steps through into the processing room. A handsome man in his early 20's, clean shaven, hair neatly combed. A slight smile on his face as he addresses the group::

Pher -> :: Stands, wanders towards the entrance wearing a well worn shipsuit, definitely dressed down. ::

Pher -> :: Relatively little extra hip movement, for Pher. Scarf covering a good deal of her hair. ::

Joe Manning -> Customs Officer> Good day to you all. I apologize for the delay. ::Bows slightly to Pher::

Pher -> :: Stands short of the Officer ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks to the man entering but remain sitting were he is::

Pher -> :: Smiles ::

Byblos -> ::looks to Troy:: Did you say those rolled up dead plant leaves actually make a person relax when they enhale the vapor?

Pher -> :: Glances at Nickles briefly with a wink ::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Byblos:: Never said it, but I guess they do.

Joe Manning -> Custom Officer> I am Emil Senz, a representative of the Gular Consortium here on Andus Station. Before I can complete your admission to the Gular District, I must process all of you into our local database.

STSF_Nickles -> :;smiles and nods::

William Chocox -> ::smiles and nods::

Shane -> ::mumbles something about delays and crushing black-clad teenagers::

Shane -> ::under his breath of course::

Byblos -> ::wonders what would of happened if a female officer had greeted them::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::To Pher:: I take it you are the leader or spokesperson of this group?

Byblos -> ::Byblos grins at Joe::

Joe Manning -> ::Slumps into his chair a bit, idly fishing around in his vest pocket::

Pher -> Well, I'll do.

Pher -> :: Attention fully on Senz ::

Joe Manning -> Senz> Then let us begin with you. ::Raises his right arm and taps at the attached ODRI:: Your name, please?

Pher -> Pher.

Pher -> :: Fishes out Samus's ID. ::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Continues tapping:: You all arrived under a single pass. Do you all share a common purpose on the station or will you be proceeding on separate ways?

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Glances up at the ID and waves it away briefly:: Oh, not necessary. That was handled through flight control.

Pher -> Depends on the work allotments. We hope to be assigned as a team, but hopes are just hopes.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Am I to understand that you have come here seeking employment?

Pher -> Yes.

Shane -> ::sighs and idly tapps on the seat beside him, wear his bionic rests::

Pher -> Rumors say things are busy here?

Byblos -> ::keeps his mouth shut, What was that human phrase...Silence is Gold Pressed Latinum?

STSF_Nickles -> ::listening to Senz carefully::

Joe Manning -> Senz> Things are always quite busy in Gular Consortium sectors. At the moment, we are hosting a bit more traffic than usual, but that is a very brief occurence. ::Tapping at the ODRI, quickly continues:: Where did you all work previously? Together?

Pher -> Tranquility.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Doing what?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks around at the others to see if they're doing anything while they wait::

Pher -> Spaceport stuff. Repair. Longshorman. Engineering.

Byblos -> ::thinks oh Killing Guardians then playing hide and go seek for myself..from such Guardians::

William Chocox -> ::tries not to look like a former Guardian/Starfleet enlisted man::

Joe Manning -> Senz> And you were in the employ of ... ::Pauses a moment as he taps:: The Guardians? Taurus Brothers? Or something more private?

Shane -> ::glances at Will and notices him acting weird. Rolls his eyes::

STSF_Nickles -> ::hopes they dont look to close at his hands as they wold be able to tell hes not the hard working type::

Shane -> ::whispers aside to Will:: Calm down ya jyking idiot, you look nervous.

Joe Manning -> ::Whispers in the direction of Shane and Troy:: Why don't you try taking some scans of the area? See what happens?

Pher -> An engineering group at the airport. I think they were affiliated with something associated with the Taurus bunch, be we never saw any of the Bullstuff.

Pher -> They were looking for repairs, not chicanery.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Just one moment, please. ::Taps and waves his ODRI arm up and down in front of Pher::

William Chocox -> ::trys to calm down::

Pher -> :: Holds arm out ::

Byblos -> Notes Pher just handling the situation with....apparent ease. ::impressed::

Shane -> ::looks to and nods to Joe, holding his bionic in front of him as he brings the holo-screen to life on the ODRI attached to it::

Pher -> :: He might pick up some small parts in her lower abdomen ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: glances at the other hoping they dont draw the wrong type on attention::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Ignoring the arm, turns 90 degrees and steps back:: You may proceed, Pher. ::Smiles:: Have a pleasant stay in our Plaza District.

Pher -> Thank you. :: Resists the temptation to give him a peck, picks up bags and moves on ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: stands and goes to Follow Pher::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Turns again, blocking NIckles::

Troy Parson -> ::watching::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Grins at Nickles:: Your name, sir?

STSF_Nickles -> Im going with my gal

Byblos -> ::has a luggage cart for his bags, somewhat ridiculous looking::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Holds his non-ODRI arm up, hand open:: I'm sorry, sir, but you must go through processing first.

Pher -> :: Steps through to find a vantage point, looking around while waiting for the others ::

Shane -> ::brings up the scanner on the ODRI, starts a passive scan of the area::

STSF_Nickles -> Fine Nickles

Byblos -> Joe, ::mutters under breath:: What are the odds of the Gular having access to the Guardian Criminal Database?

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow at Nickles, mutters to himself::

Joe Manning -> We're gonna be here a while. ::Turns to Troy and whispers:: You go next. Tell Pher to scope out the area, find out if there's a good place to stay.

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Joe Manning -> Senz> Just Nickles?

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Taps his ODRI and waves it in front of him::

Troy Parson -> ::puts out his cigarette:: Wish me luck.

STSF_Nickles -> Christopher Nickles

Pher -> :: Looking to see if the big shots get anywhere near this area. Half expect they have a separate VIP area. ::

STSF_Nickles -> Doctor if you want to be specific.

Joe Manning -> Senz> What was your role on Tranquility? You worked with the others, correct?

STSF_Nickles -> yes

Joe Manning -> Senz> What was the purpose of your relocation to Andus Station?

STSF_Nickles -> :;watching Pher move on::

Byblos -> ::decides he is not going to dare ask Joe Manning that question again in a whisper::

STSF_Nickles -> Didnt She answer that alrready? we are here looking for work

Joe Manning -> ::To Byblos:: Slim. But I wouldn't know for sure. You're only wanted on Tranquility, right?

Pher -> :: Looks for a map console, phamplets, advertising for hotels, any similar information ::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Glances up at Nickles' face::

Byblos -> Yup. ::quick reply::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looking back down at the ODRI:: Where are you from originally?

Pher -> (( Give him time, JOe. :) ))

STSF_Nickles -> Earth

STSF_Nickles -> ::sticking to short answers::

Joe Manning -> Well, as long as you ain't the Rainmaker type, blowin' crap up and raiding supply lines all over Bull's Head, I'm sure the Guardians haven't shown your face to every group in town.

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looks up and assesses Nickles face briefly:: Starfleet?

STSF_Nickles -> That was a LONG time ago I dont have anything to do with them now

Byblos -> Copy Joe. ::does not say Boss since it was made clear...by Pher she was the boss in this scheme::

Joe Manning -> Senz> So you -were- in Starfleet? ::Looks back down at the ODRI and continues tapping. Before Nickles can answer, he turns and steps back:: You may proceed. Have a pleasant stay, Mr. Nickles.

Troy Parson -> ::stands up, preparing to go next::

STSF_Nickles -> :: starts to reply in a negative way but stops an walks thru:: Thanks!

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane:: Curious, this guy does his job with confidence. See anything that would back him up to such a point? ::looks at the Large Cyborg::

Joe Manning -> You really oughta not be lookin' over your shoulder everywhere we go, Bybs. Do Nausicaans get ulcers?

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Turns again and grins at Troy:: Your name, sir?

Shane -> ::looks to Byblos:: How about a whole jykin' asteroid?

Troy Parson -> ::no hesitation:: Morris. Phillip Morris.

STSF_Nickles -> :: moves further into the facility::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Taps the ODRI and waves it in front of Troy:: Your place of origin?

Pher -> :: Finds what looks like a fairly inexpensive dive, someplace workers would stay rather than tourists. ::

Troy Parson -> Europa. That's in Sol.

Byblos -> Ulcers...yes. Still geting my space legs in the cluster. Thanks for the point.

Troy Parson -> Ever been?

Joe Manning -> Senz> Not my place to say, sir. Were you in Starfleet as well?

Troy Parson -> Oh, no. ::slight chuckle:: I'm not that great on starships, really.

William Chocox -> ((back))

Joe Manning -> ::Blinks. Couldn't tell if Byblos was saying yes Nausicaans get ulcers or yes he gets them::

Joe Manning -> Senz> Have you known Mr. Nickles since you were both living in Sol?

Byblos -> ::Byblos ponders what an ulcer is::

Troy Parson -> Oh, heavens, no. We met on Tranquility.

STSF_Nickles -> :: step aside out of sight waiting for the others:: Hopefully that wont cause us to much attentioin. Damn Starfleet

Joe Manning -> Senz> You were a port engineer on Tranquility, then? Or did you also have a different role?

Troy Parson -> Actually, I tagged along with them at the last moment...

Troy Parson -> Worked with machines before, but was trying to be a gardener at the time. ::wry smile:: Turns out plants hate me.

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looks up at Troy's face suddenly:: ... I see. Are you also seeking employment here?

Troy Parson -> If I can find it. ::frowns::

Byblos -> ::Byblos does look a bit nervous to the experienced eye...dealing with authority is not something he is used to::

Joe Manning -> Senz> Why did you depart Tranquility?

Troy Parson -> There aren't that many jobs for failed tobacco-growers. Well that, and there was all that commotion a while back with those terrorists...

Joe Manning -> Senz> Who did you work for on Tranquility? ::Looks down and continues tapping:: You mentioned machines?

Troy Parson -> I've tinkered a bit. It's not what I'd do by choice, and I don't have formal training, but...::shrugs:: At least they don't die on me the way my plants do.

Troy Parson -> Mostly.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Independently employed, then?

Troy Parson -> ::sad smile:: That's a really nice way of putting it.

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Turns and steps back:: You may proceed, Mr. Morris.

Troy Parson -> Thanks! ::heads out::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Turns and waits for the next person::

Shane -> ::stands up and stomps over to Senz::

Joe Manning -> ::Goes fishing around in his vest pocket again::

Byblos -> ::moves up with luggage cart::

Byblos -> ::towers over Senz::

Troy Parson -> ::looking for Pher and Nickles on the other side of the checkpoint::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looks up. Immediately looks over at Shane's arm. Raises his ODRI arm and begins waving it:: Your name, sir?

Byblos -> (my bad)

Shane -> ((no prob :P))

Shane -> ::growls, looking down at the man:: Shane Green

STSF_Nickles -> ::motions to him as he passes:: I see ya got through

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looks down at the ODRI display, not affected in the least by the growling:: And your profession?

Shane -> Engineering, security.

Troy Parson -> Mhm.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Did you come here from Tranquility?

Byblos -> ::amazed by the guy's lack of intimidation::

Shane -> Aye.

Joe Manning -> Senz> Who did you work for there?

STSF_Nickles -> Pher went down that way. My guess is she will return when she finds someplace for us.

Shane -> Frieghter.

Troy Parson -> ::nods:: Sounds like a plan.

Pher -> :: Looks up and spots a few of the others ::

Pher -> :: Starts back towards Troy and Chris ::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looks up at Shane:: You worked aboard a freighter?

Shane -> Aye, as an engineer.

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Taps at the ODRI:: So you did not work at Tranquility's spaceport?

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks back to where Pher had gone:: Speaking of there she is.

Shane -> Tried to get a job there, but I met these guys before I heard back.

Pher -> :: wanders up ::

Joe Manning -> Senz> I see.

Joe Manning -> Senz> To whom did the freighter belong?

STSF_Nickles -> Find anything doll?

Shane -> Turgel Yap

Pher -> Something cheap, yes. I figure you're not looking for a vacation spa on this rock?

STSF_Nickles -> nope

Pher -> We might swap up when we find employment, but I figured we'd best start humble.

Troy Parson -> So long as it's got a nice sofa and not too many fire alarms.

Joe Manning -> Senz> And that individual is ... ? Affiliated with any local corporations? The Guardians?

Pher -> They didn't actually post an alarm count on the ad.

Shane -> Independent owner.::getting even more annoyed::

Byblos -> ::blinks when the word Guardians is always said::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Without looking up:: In what line of business?

STSF_Nickles -> Where do we go looking for jobs?

Joe Manning -> ::Rubs his chin, watching Senz and Shane's exchange::

Shane -> Frieghtin', ya jyke, like I said! We took whatever we could find!

Byblos -> ::Bylos stands with his luggage cart behind Shane::

Pher -> There seems to be net access ports off the lobby. Might want to start there.

William Chocox -> ::due to the time starts dozing again::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Glances up briefly at Shane:: Scavenger ship, then? ::Turns and steps back:: Proceed, please.

Shane -> ::stomps past Senz, mumbling angrily to himself::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Somehow starting to look more serious than he did at the start of this process::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Again turns and looks at Byblos:: Your name?

Byblos -> ::pulls up with Luggage Rack::

Pher -> (( What? Shane not as pretty as Pher? ))

Byblos -> Byblos. ::looking down at Senz::

Shane -> ((Suppose not))

STSF_Nickles -> :: moves to the access port she just pointed out and begins typing::

Joe Manning -> Senz> And are you part of the group that worked with Ms. Pher on Tranquility? ::Waves his ODRI in front of Byblos::

Byblos -> Yes, I was recently hired by Ms. Pher on Tranquility.

Joe Manning -> Senz> You worked for Pher then? ::Looks up at Byblos::

Troy Parson -> ::looking over Nickles' shoulder::

Byblos -> I do now. I am a new hire. I used to be an exterminator.

STSF_Nickles -> :: wondering whats going to come back::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Figures it's not even worth bothering at this point. Turns and steps back:: Proceed.

Byblos -> Good Day. ::wheels by with luggage rack::

Joe Manning -> ::Nudges William with his elbow::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Waves his ODRI arm in William's direction::

Shane -> ::stomps up behind Pher, Chris and Troy, mumbles to himself still::

Shane -> mumbling*

William Chocox -> ::wakes up:: I'm up, I'm up. ::walks towards Senz::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Then waves his ODRI arm in Joe's direction::

Pher -> :: Looks to Shane :: Didn't feel a need to squish him in half?

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::To William:: Name please?

Byblos -> ::rolls his luggage rack towards the plaza looking for the group...spots the huge cyborg..and rolls over to him at the rest with Pher::

William Chocox -> William Chocox

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Pulls the arm back and taps at the ODRI:: Please proceed.

Shane -> ::glares at Pher:: What do you think Captain Obvious?

William Chocox -> That's all?

STSF_Nickles -> ::turns hearing the others waiting for a return on what he entered::

Joe Manning -> Senz> ::Looking and sounding somewhat bemused:: That is all, sir. Have a pleasant stay in the Gular District.

William Chocox -> ::walks through:: Goodbye then.

Byblos -> Okay Boss ::looks to Pher. I am your new hire, and I follow your commands.

STSF_Nickles -> Wheres Joe?

Joe Manning -> ::Again rubs his chin and looks up at the customs officer, thinking the group may have already put themselves on the Consortium's map::

Shane -> ::indicates over his shoulder to the customs room::

Pher -> No commands at the moment. Let's wait for Joe and wander to a low level dive.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

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