Trouble on Radar? [Crew]

[Drusilla Pardieu]

[January 16, 2523 - Continuation of the ending events of "Minor Electrical Issue?"]


It had been a couple days since her and Jordan's initial chat. Things were still a bit fuzzy as far as details went, but fuzzy also described Drusilla's knowledge about how relationships actually worked. The mechanic had been staying with her, which was of no mind to her.

Jordan was doing her normal thing, working on various things on the ship. Dru was catching up on cleaning her weapons in the dining area, trying to get it finished up before it was the next meal-time.

When she heard the mechanic's voice over the comm a curious brow raised on the mercenary's face. Jordan was on the bridge..with Trace. While really Dru didn't think much of the man when it came to the fact that he had kissed Jordan, for some reason it worried her when she knew they were around each other. Drusilla had - had no claim over the Jordan at that time, but it didn't calm the fact that she wanted to cause Trace pain over it.

Still Dru waltzed through the hall, making sure before she left the dining area that her guns was safely in their holster sitting on her hips. Never without her guns again on this ship, first-mate or not.

"What's going on?" Dru asked as she came through the entrance, giving a slight smile to the mechanic.

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Outfit

[Trace Kennet]

Trace didn't look up as he heard her voice. he kept his eyes fixed on the sensor readouts, and kept glancing at the ship its self. "We seem to have stumbled across this derelict," He said looking at the screen, "It is a dragonfly class, no info on name or registration and there is nothing on the cortex about any ships that are missing. I was about to hail them, although the engine is down and they seem to have no power i don't know if we will get a response." He glanced back at Dru, "What do you think," He hesitated before saying the words he knew would make waves, serious waves, "We are way too close to the core for it to be reavers.... right?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan was standing at the window, both of her hands laid gently on it. She was looking at the ship, watching it as it floated there, studying it. There was something about it, it was calling to her. She could almost hear the voices inside screaming. As the screams filled her mind, she saw a body floating away from the dragonfly. The way the ship was torn apart, the way it sat there, the feelings she had.

The screams grew louder to her as they got closer, and as they got closer she could almost smell the bodies from her home. The sun baked bodies from when the reavers left them. Jordan's hands pushed against the glass as she leaned against it harder, trying to will herself into the ship. All the signs, the signs she had studyed since she entered the black, they all pointed to the Reavers, and she was going to board that ship, no matter the cost.

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Outfit

[Lars Engström]

"Trace, Go ahead and Hail it," Said Lars as he entered, "There might be survivors." He looked at the others on the bridge, noting Jordan's current location and state. He walked up next to her, and gazed out at the ship, taking in all the details. He looked at Jordan, and his brow furrowed. She was not looking good at all. "Jordan, if you have finished your work up here, I would appreciate if you would go back to your other work, this will only make you upset." Turning to Dru, he gave her a look, and mouthed, "Reavers" Then he looked back at the ship. Reaching out he grabbed the com, "This is the captain, we have come across a ship adrift, Mr. Weston, if you could join us on the bridge, i would appreciate it." Walking over to Dru, he spoke quietly, "We need to get over there, and see if there is anyone, or anything left."

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan didn't respond to Lars, she just looked out the window, her fingertips turning white from the pressure. She closed her eyes. The one thing she never shared with the others, there had been one reaver left on the planet. She had seen him, she had watched him kill the guard from the vault, before the others took him down. They burned his body, but she still could see his face. She could still smell the blood, she could still feel the slimy blood on his body. She had begun to tell Dru about it before, but stopped, she couldn't get through the story, other than there was one on Lilac, when they exited the vault.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru listened as Trace explained about the ship in front of the Bjorn. She glared at the pilot at his mention of reavers, he should know the kind of affect that would have on Jordan. Lars' attempt to get her attention failed as well. The first-mate didn't reply to either of them, instead she walked over to Jordan. She put a hand on her shoulder softly, "Jordan?" Her voice was soft and concerned.

"The lights aren't on, I don't think anyone is home Lars." Dru was trying not to be rude to the man, he had asked her nicely to not disrespect him in front of anyone. She was trying. Though she could never see herself calling him 'captain.'

Her concern at the moment was Jordan's state. Though on the topic of the ship out there, well that was probably just asking for trouble. One way or another something had happened over there and the mercenary had little interest in finding out.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace had been paying very little attention to the the events unfolding around him, focused on the other ship. Finally he spoke, "Captain, I have tried to reach them on all the channels, there is nothing." He shook his head, "They are gone. There is a chance that..." But even as he spoke he saw his hope fall apart. "The shuttle hasn't been used, escape pods haven't been jettisoned, no one got off that ship alive." He looked up and caught sight of Dru, he noted her tone, and how she was looking at Jordan. Something he had never experienced before began to emerge, a feeling he couldn't explain, nor did he want to. Shaking his head to clear it, he returned his gaze to the panels in front of him. "Shall we dock with her Captain?" He asked Lars, "I assume you want to check it out for yourself?" He remained seated, trying to fight off the clawing that was now making his stomach turn about, he kept his eyes away from Jordan and Dru.

[Lars Engström]

Lars shuddered at the pilot's words. "Alright Trace," He said, "Prep for docking." He had known that this was what the result would have been, but he had still hoped. Reavers were not something he liked to get involved with in any way, but the best way to get more information on what they were doing this close to the core was to look for himself, then he could submit a report to the alliance.
He also noticed Jordan's silence, and lack of movement. He silently cursed Dru for moving to comfort her here of all places. "Jordan," He said, turning to face her, his voice serious, "I think you misunderstood me. I wasn't asking you to leave, I was ordering you off my bridge." He cast a look at Dru, that clearly said, "Do not argue" and then retuned to Jordan. Speaking quietly, so as to keep from getting angry, he continued. "Jordan, I do not want you to get involved in this any more than is required. We both know you don't like reavers, but going on that ship will not be good for you." He looked her in the eyes, "You are to stay confined to the engine room until I say otherwise." He turned and walked away from her, towards the pilot's station. "I will hear NO excuses, now where is Weston?"

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan jumped when Dru touched her. She blinked several times and looked up at her. She felt and appeared as though she was coming from a dream. Then she heard Lars. Her eyes looked to him and they narrowed. She glared at him for a moment before she spoke. Though the voice was not her own. It was cold, dark, and flat. "Screw you, Cap'n I'm getting on that boat. No matter your objections.

She touched Dru's hand. Jordan's was ice cold. The first time in years her hands were as ice.

[Lars Engström]

"What was that?" Lars stopped in his tracks. Turning slowly, he looked at Jordan. "I am sorry, Miss Maxwell," he said, emphasizing his use of her last name, "But I don't remember you being the captain. Now, we can do this the easy way, where you do as your captain says." He walked towards her slowly, "Or I can call the doctor up here and he can put you out." Lars hated to be a jerk, especially to Jordan, but he wasn't backing down on this. "So I am going to tell you one more time, Get off my bridge, and stay in the engine room." He walked right up to her, and said quietly, "Or I will be forced to remove you, are we clear?" He remained standing next to her, and then added, "And Jordan, if you think I am letting you off this ship for even one second while we are involved with this mess, you are off your rocker."

[Jeff Weston]

Weston had been checking his evo-combat suit. It was not in the cargo bay nor in his room but it was on the hull of the ship. Before leaving the ship he tied his coms to the ships so that if he was ever needed they could contact him.

His mag boots were clanking and banging on the hull, as he was moving toward the bridge. The coms opened and he heard the call for him to make for the bridge. Lifting his head he spotted the reason for the call. As fast as he could go he made for the bridge from the outside. Coming over the top of the bridge he looked into the bridge and banged on the bridges front viewport.

Hey up here. Don't dock if you have too. If you do lock the hatch till I clear the hatch area. OK?

Jeff wasn't sure if they heard him for they looked very busy calming Jordan. This was not good for them inside if they let a flood of reavers simply pour in. He turned to face the incoming ship. Looking for a hatch to enter through he waited till they were closer to make him move on the dead ship.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace was just about to step in to the conversation and try to persuade Jordan to listen to the captain, when there was a banging on the window. "It's the Gorram reavers."Trace shouted, and fell backward out of his chair, "Gah what the hell was that for?" He said, looking up and seeing Weston outside, then he heard the man speak through the com. "Jeezus Weston, what the hell were you thinking?" Trace jumped back to his feet, and tried to salvage his pride. "Hell, go on the ship first if you want to, Ill wait right here." he looked at the captain, hoping he wouldn't get mad at this decision. "Sorry for not asking first Captain," he added sheepishly.

[Lance Howe]

"Why is Weston outside the ruttin' ship?" the doctor asked having come into the conversation late. He hadn't been specifically called but it seemed there was a crew meeting that everyone else was attending by the amount of voices he'd been hearing from back in the infirmary. Perhaps it was good that one of them was attending the meeting on the other side of the viewport because there really wasn't much more room in the small cockpit.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan just stared at Lars. Her mind needed a moment. Then it came to her. "If you want to know, mechanically what's on that ship I need to be there. There might be parts this boat can use. I am going Cap'n. You might think you can order me about and make me stay here, but I'm going. You can either accept that, and give me a gun or you can deal with me sneaking in on my own." At this moment she wasn't sure she wasn't indeed off her rocker. However, she turned away from him and began walking down the stairs from the cockpit.

Jeff's tapping and words dint faze her. Nor did Lance or Trace. She half expected Lars to order Lance to dope her. Only time will tell what would happen. "Besides Cap'n you need someone to turn that engine on and get the power working so you can have some lights."

[Lars Engström]

Lars was startled slightly by the knocking, but once he saw it was Weston, and Trace seemed to take control of the situation, he returned to Jordan. The mechanic did have a point, as far as mechanical went, but he wasn't sure if he really wanted her going on the ship, he thought for a moment, and was considering asking the doctor to dope her, when he came up with an idea."Jordan," He began, deciding that there was indeed a way to take care of his concern and still allow her to do what she needed on the other ship, "You will stay on the Star, until we have cleared that other ship, and made sure everything is save." He spoke carefully, and his tone left no room for arguing. "Once we have made sure there are no issues, and it is safe, then you can come over and do your bit, salvage parts whatever you need." Lars looked her in the eyes, "You are not to come on that ship, until I give you express permission, understood? You can wait up here by the comm if you want, but you are to stay on the Star."