A New Path (Open/Recruiting)

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Osiris City, Osiris, Nov 3rd 2522

The Trinity had set down on Osiris a few weeks ago for some needed repairs and to discuss the plans for its upcoming mission for Sabine Wei. It was going to be a challenge and it seemed the crew knew that. Most of the crew had taken the time on Osiris as an opportunity to get out on a real planet and enjoy themselves.

Sidney on the other hand had not left the ship; he intended to see things through. James had told him to get the ship and crew ready for the mission and he had some personal business to attend to. He also told him that by the 6th of the month they were to head out on the mission with or without him. That was only three days away and he had yet to hear word from James about his status. He had seen Kalli and Jamie recently but the two of them seemed to be out and about getting reacquainted with each other since their reunion. Neither of them seemed to interested in the mission though. He figured neither of them would be coming back for the job.

With only three days left till he is to leave Sidney had decided it best to start looking for new crew for the ship as it seemed most weren’t willing to take on the mission. Sidney walked down from the bridge of the ship where he had been waiting for the last few hours, just watching the crowds outside looking over the docks. He made his way down through the ship and toward the cargo bay. With the flip of a leaver he lowered the cargo bay door stepped outside. There were plenty of people around and surely enough to fill a small boat like this with a crew.

[Tari Gasha]

Tari had been stuck on Osiris for nearly a month now. The past week had been her best run yet though, she'd gotten herself a nice little gig. She was able to convince some older gentleman that she was one of his great grandaughters here for a visit. He'd spoiled the hell out of her, it was nearly perfect. Today would have to be the last of it though, the man had mentioned that one of his other grandchildren was due in. Not that Tari minded, she didn't want to accumulate too much stuff that she'd have a hard time getting out.

She'd enjoy what time she had left of course. They were walking arm in arm down the path near the docks. Tari noticed a ship lowering it's cargo bay door, it caught her attention for some reason. She sized up the man who stood in front of it as they walked by him. He didn't look like the normal alliance folk that she'd come across here that were looking for crew. Perhaps this was her chance. If he happened to notice her she'd give him a wink. The grifter was on her way to get a new set of luggage before it was time to make her dissapearing act.

It was about two hours later when Tari made her escape, the old man was taking a nap. Luckily he had total faith in his "great granddaughter" leaving her unattended. She made quick work of packing all her new goodies, along with any cash she could find in the house. Tari pulled two pieces of luggage behind her as she approached the ship she'd spotted earlier. She smiled sweetly at the man, "Nice day to get off this rock ain't it?"

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[Art Doyle]

The amount of days and months he spent on this ship were making Arthur feel old. Ever since striking a friendship with the good Captain James Clark, Art Doyle had been a loyal, and ever-present member of the crew. Of course, except the small, few times he was temporarily distracted by the fairer sex. Aside from that, he was considered something of a de facto First Mate to James - or had been. Now and always, he figured he would be the mechanic to the Trinity. She had seen so many people come and go that Art worried there were tracks of footprints all over her lovely floors. Had he taken too much of a fancy to this ship? In the past - way in the past (Guh, making yourself sound older, Art) - the gentleman had been a scruffy young mechanic, and had enjoyed working maintenance on the ships to come and go from the workshop. After that, he'd never really thought about ever joining a crew. Could end up with a boss as bad as the boss. Not that Art had ever complained or refused a job. Everything asked of him was always done to the best of his abilities.

Now... where was our friendly neighbourhood gentleman killer? Art had finished all the repairs he could for the day. He'd been out buying some parts and mulling over this... mission that James had returned with not too long ago. Sidney had made it apparent how much of a member of this crew he was, and Art admired his moxie to get back into the 'Verse and working. Osiris wasn't the best place to look for good, bartered parts. No one liked to haggle and wares were always expensive. But good condition. So he had a small box with a few parts under his arm as the mechanic returned to his home.

Interest was piqued in Art as he spied someone by the ship, possibly just grabbing Sid's attention. Eyes passed up and down her from the back. Mmhmm. This was a lady and no mistake. She was dressed how you'd imagine someone from Osiris to be dressed on their day-to-day. Unless they were unsung labourers working behind the scenes of this picturesque and technological planet. Being the gentleman that he was, Art didn't interrupt, should Sidney strike up conversation, and smoothly walked by with a small, casual salute for the former Browncoat and a charming, broad boyish grin for the nice lady who just might want a ride somewhere. Art could only hope. He doubted that they'd actually find any decent crew on a planet like this - not that the fancy couldn't do good work. Art always managed to dress rather snappy, after all.

"Sid. Ma'am."

[Sidney Bainbridge]

A few hours had passed already and Sidney had made little progress with finding any new crew members. He took stock in the fact that he knew Art was only out gathering that last of the supplies he needed. The Trinity was running pretty smooth these days thanks to all the work he had been doing. At least one of them was making progress. Sidney had already had two prospective crew members come talk to in over the last two ours but he had managed to run them off pretty quick. One didn’t even say a word to him after he had asked him what the hell he was doing in his cargo bay.

The two hour block had been slow and mostly uneventful other then the slow fiery destruction of 16 cigarettes he had managed to sucked down. It seemed though he was about to get a third chance at getting a little something going for the ship as a young lady, in her mid twenties he assumed, approached and began to speak. This was his chance to work on those much needed people skills everyone always talked about. ”Always better off the rocks with the Alliance around.” He stated before he could think the thought through. It not be best to start a conversation with bad mouthing the Alliance he realized. You never know who is with them or at least still sympathetic to them in some way.

He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and looked the women over. He had noticed her here on the docks a few hours earlier with an old man. It seemed as if they were family of some sort but it wasn’t too much his concern really. ”Lookin fer a ride out of here then?” He questioned just as Art passed by.

”Mornin Art, hope you got this thing ready to get going.” He returned as he walked by. Then he turned to face the young lady again and offered up a hand to her. ”Names Sidney.” It was simple and to the point but that was probably best. He couldn’t run her off if he didn’t talk too much. All he could think about is how he wished he wasn’t stuck dealing with new people. Shooting at people, threatening them or just about anything else would be better than this.

[Tari Gasha]

Tari grinned at the man's words about the Alliance, "Isn't that the truth of it. I been stuck in this hole for near a month now." Her instincts had directed her to the right ship, score. It was odd of him though to be so forth coming with his opinion, considering what planet he was on. She did glance around where they were standing to see if anyone took notice of his words. His affiliation with the feds was a concern of the thief anyway, she was sort of glad to have it out of the way without her even having to ask.

It was then that another man approached, he caught Tari's gaze and kept it. She didn't bother to hide it, she stared openly at him. Giving him a nod and a smile when he looked her way, oh yes, she definately chose the right ship. Tari shifted her stance so she could watch the man walk away, "Yes.. yes I am. The sooner the better in fact." Her eyes were on Art while she answered the man who asked her the question. The young thief wasn't sure how long it'd be before the old man noticed his own mistakes and reported her. She wanted to be gone by then, or at least out of sight.

At his introduction she turned her attention away from the handsome piece of man who'd just walked by, taking the hand he'd offered to her, "Nice to meet ya Sidney, name's Tari. I'm not picky as to the destination, I can make do pretty much wherever. Though..the further away the better so long as he'll be on the boat." Her grin grew at the last of her comment as she nodded in the direction that Art had dissapeared to when she spoke of him. Tari was not a shy one and she didn't care what people thought.

[James Clark]

It had been a long hard month for James Clark. He had left his pride and joy in the care of loyal First Mate Arthur Doyle and old friend Sidney Bainbridge. Both men he trusted with his life and he was sure they hadn’t let him down. The reason for his leaving his home and friends was that he had received a distress call from his mentor General Jonathan Pearce. Pearce had requested his assistance as soon as possible. James thought he was being paranoid, he couldn’t be more wrong.

As it turned out the Generals daughter had been kidnapped and he needed James’ help getting her back. Problem was she wasn’t technically kidnapped so there was nothing the Law could do not that Pearce would go to the Feds. Playboy billionaire Maxwell Target had bought her love and affections with the most expensive jewellery and all the money in the ‘Verse but Pearce’s daughter had wanted out in the end.

Target wasn’t going to let that happen. So James, Pearce and several other former vets went in and rescued her from Target’s moon. One of the very few places in the ‘Verse where the Alliance had no hold or authority because Target owned the world. They barely made it out of there alive however the mission was done and Pearce’s daughter was safe and that was all that mattered.

Pearce dropped him off on Osiris the designated meeting point. He got something to eat from a café called the Skylight Café. A place where you could see any ship landing and sure enough they weren’t wrong he saw Trinity landing a mile off. Making his way there took him a couple of hours and when he finally did arrive. Wearing a shirt with combats and some heavy duty boots with his rucksack hanging to once side eating an apple he saw Art, Sid and a rather attractive women standing by the loading ramp. Stroking his overgrown beard he walked close enough to hear the girls comment about Art.

”His egos big enough already, gorgeous” James took a bite of the apple ”No need for you to inflate it”. Looking up at Sidney and then to Art. He smiled "Sid, Art" the abbreviations of their names did more than any hug or tear ever could. It was a brotherhood. Their brotherhood.

[Art Doyle]

"Sure enough, Sid. She's already in the best of shape. These are just spares for up in the air." The mechanic assured the gun-hand with a half-turn and easy going smile. They always knew the dear Trinity was safe, sound and healthy in his capable hands. As well as it's controls and movement being in the safe hands of their resident pilot, Ms Kingsley. So all in all, James Clark's lovely ship had been well-looked after in his absence, and awaiting his return.

Art had lingered in the cargo bay, checking the supplies he had just to make sure it was all there - Osiris merchants and workshop keepers were rarely ones to short-change you. Bad for business. It was more of an excuse to hang around and make it not look like he was getting a good look at the possible new recruit. For... security reasons! She could very well be trouble after all... Art noticed her peering his way when he looked up, and let fly another of his grins. Yep, definitely trouble. That was about when, lo and behold, their gallant captain returned from the trenches, so to speak. James' quip was well missed by the loyal mechanic and he almost couldn't think of a response from the small surprise. Not like they hadn't arranged to pick him up here. He had been planning to come back, after all. Art just always wondered if people would when there was a dangerous mission involved.

"Hey now." He chided with good humour, even so much as chuckling at the comment. "I was about to welcome you back, too."

The wiley mechanic made a move to turn around and head off with his parts in hand, but paused to spin back on his heel. He'd shoot the newcomer a wink, before giving a nod to James. "Captain."

That was also, just as good as a hug and a hearty handshake.

[Tari Gasha]

Hearing Art speak up she turned and smiled at him, so he hadn't disapeared at all. Perhaps she'd peaked his interest as he did hers?

Tari's attentions changed as yet another man came on board the ship, ready with compliments himself. She smiled at him when he called her gorgeous, but shrugged slightly at the rest of his statement as to say 'can't help it.' He hadn't introduced himself so she wasn't quite sure who he was to the ship, though it was obvious he had a part on it.

She didn't say anything, just stood and listened to them a moment. Then the mechanic headed off again, this time it seemed he was actually leaving. He didn't leave before giving Tari a wink. Score again. She grinned, sort of biting her bottom lip. Then the new man's position was clear to the thief, he was the captain.

"Oh. Well it's nice to meet you Captain, my name's Tari." She gave the man a polite smile to go along with her sweet words. Tari hadn't dropped her mask yet, she was still a young lady of Osiris to everyone. Though her comments to Sidney at the start made it clear that she was no fan of the Alliance herself. No reason yet to tell these people who and what she really is.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Sidney had begun an internal conversation with himself after she had spoken. She wasn’t looking for any destination in general and was just in a rush to get off this rock. He, himself having spent time drifting, knew there was more to this then she was letting on. No one in their right mind from Osiris would leave willingly to go to nowhere. She could end up on some place like Haven or who knows where. Where ever it was it wouldn’t be the type of place someone of her kind would like being.

That is unless she is hiding something. She was one he could tell right then and there he would have to keep an eye on. As his internal thoughts raced he heard a familiar voice. Call out to him and Art. James had made it back in one piece, and a good thing too Sidney wasn’t looking forward to him and Art having to take on the responsibilities of the ship. Sidney had done his fair share of being a leader back in the war with James but those days had long passed and he didn’t look forward to returning to that kind of position anymore.

“Good ta have ya back James.” Sidney said. ”Was startin ta wonder if ya would make it back.” He gave him a quick nod like the others in this emotionally stunted brotherhood that should their concerns for each other with simple gestures. He went silent as Tari introduced herself to the captain then began to speak again. ”She’s looking for passage to wherever were heading.” He informed James with a glance that conveyed his suspicions as if to causation him to keep an eye on this one.

Sidney wasn’t the type to outright deny someone access to the ship or help but it didn’t mean he wasn’t smart enough to keep close tabs on people. He had dealt with the underbelly of the verse most his life and to be honest he got along much better with that type of persona anyway.

[James Clark]

"Yeah neither did I" he muttered to himself barely a whisper. It had been a tough old month. James had learned something during his month away. The whole reason for Trinitys existence was still out there but that was something to tell Sid about later. "Is that right? Well the more the merrier I say isn't that right gentlemen" he said heading inside the ship. Dropping his bag on the cargo bay floor it felt amazing to be back home. "Don't suppose we have a decent cook yet?" James asked his quested directed to no one in particular "I'm starving".

OCC: No internet! On my phone.

[Tari Gasha]

Tari was surprised, this man was not like the usual captains she encountered. He seemed quite casual and laid back, she had known others to be overly nosey and demanding; not to mention rude and untrusting. Perhaps it was just due to the fact that he'd apparently been away from the ship for awhile. The thief wasn't concerned though, and her smile widened at his words. That was easier than expected. They hadn't even come to a deal about the price for passage, not that it mattered to her. If none of them noticed or asked for pay it was more money she got to keep.

As the captain walked into the ship he spoke about food, perhaps it was a perfect moment for a distraction. Tari was hungry herself, but she was no cook either. "Well, as a gratitude for taking me on I wouldn't mind going to find a restaurant to bring some meals back for everyone." Her eyes met Sidney's, "If that's alright that is. I'm not much of a cook but I know some good places around here." Tari's smile didn't falter, this man seemed to be the most observant of the bunch. He'd probably already placed the fact that something was off about her because she didn't show concern for her destination. Oh well, she lost a point on that one. "My treat," Tari added.

Though she really intended to use the old man's name and have it billed his way, that sounded a much better option than to spend her hard earned money. Yes, she really earned it, at least to her. Spending a week playing some goody-two-shoes girl, being all nice and sweet? Yeah she'd earned it.

[Art Doyle]

About half-way up the stairs towards the catwalks above, a small nagging feeling had worked its way into the back of Arthur's mind and then gradually reached the front as he came to the top step. Box of bits still in hand, he'd lean on the rail and call back down.

"Apparently I left my manners at the scrap shop. Arthur Doyle. Obviously the ship's mechanic." The boy-next-door smile settled into place as he interrupted, jostling the parts as an extra indication. Manners?

Sidney and James would, by far, always understand the Mechanic's terrible ways, his wandering charm and easily distracted nature when there was a newcomer. Especially if that newcomer happened to be of the fairer sex. Art would probably never learn, but old habits do die hard. Not to mention Art had almost died a few times from those old habits. Of course, it wasn't just the fair of the maidens. Hence the nearly dying. Never so much at the hands of fathers or spouses, than at the hands of the women themselves. Maybe he had a few scars. Maybe he had a few good memories from them.

"And dinner does sound like a good idea. Sadly, no cook, Cap'. I could always give it another go. That's always amusing to see..." Art trailed off, lowering his tone a little with a comedic clear of his throat, "Not so amusing to eat, though..."

The kitchen was simply not his thing. The engine room, however, was. He could fix anything in the kitchen that wasn't expected to be consumed after he was done. That was as far as it went for Arty boy. It was then that Ms Tari offered to go bring in some local cuisine, and Art's stomach almost growled at the prospect. Osiris food! Eyebrows perked up, yet he didn't feel as though she needed to go to all that trouble.

"Generous... tempting suggestion, Tari." Art continued to speak from the balcony above.

"Maybe one of us should go with her, James? Can't expect her to cart all those hearty meals back on her own, right?" Ol' buddy, ol' pal could've very well been a part of that sentence, but the asking in Art's voice was better seen in those almost puppy-dog eyes he was giving the good Captain.

Then his eyes shifted across to Sidney, "Whadda you say, Sid? You've been hard at work trying to recruit the majority of those miserable souls out there. Could use a nice meal."

A thought struck Art, like a lightbulb, and saved him from his selfish thoughts of accompanying the good lady recruit.

"Or we could all go out and eat? I'm sure Dani's around somewhere and wouldn't mind a meal? And whoever else!" The mechanic had a soft spot for a nice meal in a nice restaurant. It had been a part of his life for a while. Probably one of the few, small things he had missed.

[James Clark]

James chuckled at Arts remarks. He was on the prowl again and had found his latest hunt! He decided this would be a great opportunity for him and Sid to talk. "Tari thats a lovely offer, Art why don't you help her" he suggested casually "I need to talk to Sid about our old friend". Really he wanted to talk about the upcoming job and their game plan for it but he didn't know if he could trust Tari right now. Yawning he couldn't help but be tired he had rushed to get back here on time "Excuse me" he apologized to their new passenger.

[beckthegun]

Beck wandered through the streets of Osiris. He was uncomfortable being so close to the center of the Alliance's power, his father's death - murder he corrected himself silently - still fresh in his mind. Now, it was time to get off the damn planet. He had only a rough plan; to sign upl with a ship, preferably one not too friendly with the Alliance, and get out of there. If he was lucky, he would find a ship run by browncoats. Perhaps traveling with them would allow him to understand better his own father's decisions in life, decisions that had inevitably led to his death at the hands of Alliance assassins.

He wandered into the spaceport, his eyes wandering from ship to ship, eyeing them curiously. One after another he dismissed them - the crew looked too shady. The ship was too nice - must be an Alliance vessel. Too many crew members. Too much attitude in the crew. He felt uncomfortable at the thought of traveling with these kinds of people.

Then he found a ship that seemed to fit him perfectly. There were four people standing by the cargo ramp, talking. One was a woman, another looked like a mechanic. The other two, Beck figured, had to be the captain and second in command. His duffel bag containing what little possessions he had, slung over his shoulder, and his father's old Webley-Green revolver in a rawhide holster on his right hip, he approached them slowly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. My name's Beck. I'm looking for work and a way off this planet. I've never worked on a spaceship before, but I'm a hard worker and a quick learner. I know a bit about repairs, and I'm a pretty decent cook. Also, I'm a pretty good marksman. I grew up on a farm in the outer planets, and my father insisted on my being able to defend myself." He looked from person to person, unsure of who to direct his request at.

"Please. I know I may look young, but I need the work." He added with a pleading frown on his forehead. "Give me a chance, and I'll prove my worth."

[Sidney Bainbridge]

It didn't take but a matter of seconds for Art to fall for the young ladies charm, no surprise, and be at her becon call. The captain as well seemed to be blind to any chance that this young lady had an odd request by asking to join them for their next flight. The captain was distracted and not his normal self. This mission they were planning had the possiblity to be a one way trip for the crew. Sidney had yet to have a clear reason to protest her boarding the ship and the food had won her favor so for now he would let it slide.

"It's a mighty fine offer Tari, I think everyone here could use a good meal not cooked by Art." Sidney stated. "I'll be here when you both get back." Sidney light a cigarette as he waited for Art to make is way down to Tari and leave. As Art walked down by him Sidney pointed his hand at Art as he got ready to speak and before he could Art placed the box of parts in his arms. Sidney was taken back and froze up for a second. "Let's try to keep it quick though with James back I am hoping we can make an early departure."

Sidney watched as the two walked off. It was time he made sure everything on the ship was locked down and out of reach he wasn't looking to have another Belle incident on the ship and another missing weapon. Sidney walked over to the captain but before he had the chance to talk a young man began to speak with him. He listend carefully as the young man talked but didn't say a word for a few minutes after he finished. "The trinity is indead in need of crew. You seem eager and I don't think the captain will mind one more, just know that if it doesn't work out on the trial run then you won't be boarding the ship again after our first stop." Sidney told the young mand dismissively.

His patients for talking to people had faded at this point not that it was the kids fault, it had been a long day and he was ready to get the ship back in the skies.