The Winds of Change }{ [Sojourn Crew]

[Rick Ryder]

Things were definitely getting interesting, whereas he'd come to the coffee shop with no crew, now he was almost being swarmed with potential hires. He'd just managed to get back to his original hiree when he was thrown another curve ball almost right off. No appointments? A Companion in title only? What the feh feh pi goh* is going on there? Ryder thought as he caught himself from spitting out the tea he'd just taken a drink of but, only just.

Swallowing the tea quickly, he wiped his mouth off "Pardon me" he said almost reflexively as he composed himself. "I can understand that I suppose, and I could definitely use a good cook around since I'm not much of one. It shouldn't be a problem as long as you're able to pay your rent. We'll discuss figures later, when you see the shuttle. Welcome aboard Ms. Sian" he stretched out his hand for her to take and gave her a nod. After they shook hands he said "now, you'll hafta excuse me as I have some more hiring to do."

With that he got up and walked over to the pilot and his friend "excuse me, I'm Captain Ryder. I understand you're a pilot" he said looking to the one named Barrett "and that you're looking for work, may I join you?"

[Ceren Aatos]

At Roark's indication and description, Ceren was able to pick out this Ryder guy easily. She gave him the quick once-over, again looking over the possible crew prospects before eventually drawing her gaze back to the table she was at, and glanced to Roark. A new crew already. It can't have been too long, but long enough to be slumming it in various hotels. Doing the odd bit of bodyguard and bouncer work just to keep her in some money, and then drink most of it away. Or use it to pay for damages she might've caused as a result of the drinking part... Ceren was never one to be pushed to anger very quickly. She was always controlled about it. Her little sister, Nola, had to be the only one to get the most reaction out of her. Usually a bad one. But Nola always did know how to get to her. How to annoy or anger her. It was now quite a while since she'd crossed paths with the shorter Aatos sister. Maybe not long enough.

She didn't even notice the extra cup until she peered down, a frown flitting across her face. Another glance to Roark with his usual straight-faced expression, but she didn't call him out on it. It was tea. Ceren tilted her head at it, suspicious. Like it was going to be poison. Instead she lifted it up, blew across the top and then took a sip. Again, anything to do with saying thanks or appreciation was always going to go unspoken, but expected. The pleased expression that managed to melt it's way across her features was another way to tell, too. She might've even 'mmm'd but that could've been her imagination. Yeah, she didn't do that. Nuh uh.

Almost completely distracted by this single cup of delicious tea that wasn't horrible, horrible coffee, Ceren cleared her throat, another glance over her shoulder. Ryder was seeing to other people. She'd introduce herself when he was finished.

"So this sounds like a good gig. I didn't think I had that kind of luck." She gave a small, wry grin. "I take it you comin' over here was your idea? You already put in a good word for me or somethin'?"

Wilder weren't goin' all soft and squishy on her, was he? If Ceren were one to tease in her hungover state, she might have, but let it go this time. He'd bought her tea, after all.

[Roark Wilder]

Roark tried not to be too obvious as he watched for Ceren's reaction to the tea he had procured for her. He couldn't help the grin that flashed across his usually stoic face however, and he had just barely wiped the look away by the time Aatos gave him a glance in turn. He could've sworn his fellow merc had given a short hum of approval as she sipped at the tea, but then again the coffee shop was pretty full at this point, and surrounded with so much activity, Roark couldn't be sure.

"So this sounds like a good gig. I didn't think I had that kind of luck... I take it you comin' over here was your idea? You already put in a good word for me or somethin'?"

Wilder took note of Ceren's wry expression, shrugging in response. "I did in fact. Ryder noticed you when you walked in, asked me if I thought you'd be a good pick for the crew as some sort of test I guess." Roark's dark eyes flicked from one face to the next as he scanned through the crowd, looking for anything that caught his eye, be it something dangerous, out of place, or otherwise noteworthy. He finished off his now lukewarm cup of tea before elaborating. "The Captain gets a little shrink-y sometimes, but he's got an eye for talent," Roark said, thinking back to the interrogation room where he had first met the former cop. He gave a side-to-side shake of his hand when he came to the word "shrink", hinting to his personal skepticism towards the field of psychology.

[Rick Ryder]

Rick smiled "great, I'll see you back at the ship then. Dock 42." He'd just finished speaking to mister Barrett Wright, a veteran soldier and pilot for the Browncoats during the war. He was a good catch from the sound of it. Barrett claimed to have flown a variety of craft during the war, from fighter craft to cruisers. Rick believed him, after studying Mr. Wright during their conversation.

He had all the signals for telling the truth, which could only mean one of two things, either he was a very convincing liar, or he was telling the truth. Time would tell one way or the other, and prove him right, or wrong. Rick didn't feel that he was being lied or exaggerated to either, which could only be good. Either way, another slot in his crew was filled for the time being. Rick ran his fingers through his short dark hair, today was quite a day. He looked around for a moment, trying to decide who to talk to next. He had himself a pilot, a first mate, a cook/companion, and two possible gunhands. All he needed now was a medic.

Rick had spotted a woman earlier as he was talking to Sian. She had greeted a waitress with a hug, so finding that waitress and talking to her about her friend would be his first step in finding out about her and whether she fit the bill. First though, he'd talk to Mikiel I've put him off long enough, time to tell him he's welcome aboard. What's the worst that could happen? Rick thought as he made his way to the bar area. Stepping up behind and to the right of Mikiel he tapped him lightly on the shoulder and said "Hey Mikiel, got a minute? I wanna talk to you for a sec." After that, he walked over to an empty table and sat down.

[bigfeely]

(Befpre Rick wanted to speak to him.)
He had an amazing headache, but a drink is a drink. He was happy that he would get considered to join Rick's crew. It would be amazing to join it. He wasn't just another fighter. He seemed like it. He had guns and knives, but so what, he knew he could bring something new to the crew. He was trained not only as a warrior, but as an assassin and a thief. They didn't know that and he would tell them... eventually. His face grimaced and went to a frown, he started to dread what that day would be like. His headache started again and all of the sudden he remembered something. "Where is Noah and Mike," he whispered to himself. "Hey, Mikiel, you got a minute. I wanna talk to you for a sec,"