Fitting In with a Tool's Help.

[Byblos 0]

Byblos was a perplexed mercenary. It was becoming obvious that "The Lady" had not asked for Captain Calestrom's assistance in her personal quest to rid the Cartel of slavers. The Captain had not approached him for days. As a result, Byblos was a bit lost on what to do.

 

There were some things he knew he had to do, and that was stay in shape. The Marine facilities aboard the Comanche Creek provided him with the means to do it. However, they were not built for a being of his specifications.

 

Lt Wrench had heard of the Nausicaan's difficulties in the range and modified a weapons test stall for his size. He also made available materials for target boards that the Marines hadn't the need for, Mainly Byblos's powerful Plasma Gun...and his assortment of throwing blades.

 

Those throwing blades were drawing the Marines attention, let alone some inquiries to try using them. Byblos declined citing cultural reasons. Nausicaans did not part with their blades, save only in combat. He didn't feel comfortable explaining it.

 

He just wasn't very comfortable at all with many of the crew on board save Lt Wrench who was constantly tinkering with things to accomidate the Nausicaan's physical challenges..such as a chair in the mess for his 7'4" frame. Wrench, made a habit of having lunch with Byblos even when Byblos was a bit hesitant on talking to anyone at length. But the human engineer had been a tremendous help to him just getting adapted to everyday life on the ship.

 

"So I hear the Marines want to play with your toys?" Wrench commented chewing on some bacon across from Byblos and the newly modified table to keep him more comfortable.

 

"Yes, they don't understand only I can use them." Byblos replied then blinked. "Weapons are not Toys."

 

 

Wrench laughed. "There you go big guy! If the entire universe understood Weapons were not Toys people would not be shooting eachother up around this galaxy as much. We'd have some peace!"

 

Byblos thought a moment and replied. "Of course if that were true I would be out of a job."

 

Wrench put on a more serious tone as he looked at his sandwich briefly then back to the Nausicaan. "Yeah I forgot you specialize in ..well...combat"

 

"I do other things besides combat." Byblos took a huge pull from the pitcher of water on the table.

 

"Such as?" Wrench prodded. "Can you fix things?"

 

"Yes, I am skilled in tools. But not the ones here." Byblos wiped his chin dry with his sleeve.

 

"Oh I can help you on that." Wrench chortled

 

"Good my Gun needs more Plasma and some adjustments."

 

I am no Marine, but I did think about that at the rate you are practicing at the range you will deplete your weapons power supply. I have been working on a substitute form of plasma. The one type use is quite common, requisitioning it should not be to troublesome. As for your batteries...

 

"Yes I know, I need some sort of charging device on this ship. Had one back home."

 

"I'll get it fixed. In the mean time Byblos...I would suggest.." Another sandwich bite. "more activities for you on board. You got to start talking to more people if you are going to be on board the Creek a while." Wrench suggested.

 

"Hmm, frankly I do not have a job on this ship. I thought I did. I was mistaken."

 

"You could ask the Captain for a Field Commission to work with the Marines, have you thought about that?"

 

"I work alone." Byblos quickly replied.

 

"Can you fly?" Wrench quickly responded.

 

"Yes, but the craft I have seen on the Flight Deck cannot accomidate me."

 

Wrench frowned. "Hmm. Another size adaptation issue. This will take some work beyond my scope of skills...uh....what kind of craft did you fly as a Mercenary?"

 

"Usually Transports just to get me to my job. Sometimes Armed Orion built craft if a client wanted to really get a message across."

 

"Okay I get what you mean...tell you what. The Captain will talk to you. And by the way visit the bridge will you? They are not going to shoot you. Just stand in back and watch things..the Captain and Commander will talk to you. Just ask them you want a job while you wait for..uhmm.."The Lady" to come calling. I think you would enjoy being in Space, instead of moping around so much. This ship has many craft to offer. Heck Maybe she might even let you name your own plane!" Hah!

 

"I highly doubt that.....But I will talk to Calestorm."

 

"Good for you! " Wrench smiled. "Now toss me the Mayo without killing me."