Trouble on Radar? [Crew]

[Jeff Weston]

As weston watched the ship get closer he heard the crew and what Trace had said as well. What they did not fully know was that in the gloves of his suit were sensor pick-up that allowed him to hear what was going on as long as he had contact to a area of the ship, like the glass shielding.

Jordan I'll clear the way for you please don't make it harder on everyone. I'll back you up, but let me give the all clear. I went through this before and you all are not ready to repell a boarding like I went through. Just give me five minutes to run the ship then I'll have your back better and you can move about as you like. I ...... I ...... don't want to see some one like....... wel ...um like you get hurt. Your part of my crew after all, and it's my job. You would not want me poking around your engine in a crunch time would you?

Jeff turned to look through the glass to those inside. He may have not have had the family connection as others did but by hell was he going to let others suffer for past mistakes.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan looked to Jeff and nodded to him. She could feel something through that window. She knew he spoke the truth, and she gave into that fact. "I'm going to prep for a hard burn. See you in 6 then." With that, she left them all there and began preping their engines just incase something went south.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru stood by silently as the events unfolded before her, the tension between Jordan and Lars escalated. For some reason he seemed to want to control her, which angered the mercenary a bit. When he gave her the look she returned it with a glare, but had kept quiet. The guy had complained to her recently about how she didn't show him respect in front of the others. Well he hadn't earned it and yelling at his crew wasn't doing him any favors in that department either.

To her it was as though he didn't understand fully on how a ship ran, crew members weren't slaves to do his bidding. They stayed by their own accord usually and would happily leave the ship should they feel the need. If things kept going the way they were she would be considering that very option for herself. Which from what Jordan had told her would include the mechanic leaving as well. Drusilla would welcome her coming along really. Threatening to drug people definitely wasn't the way to treat crew. Even Dru knew that, which partially was why she could never be a captain.

When Jeff appeared outside the ship it did little to phase the mercenary. He had taken the initiative to go out there, to clear the hatch. Which was a very good idea considering the rumors about reavers leaving traps for other ships when they attached to the dead ships.

Dru sighed a little and began to walk off of the bridge a few moments behind Jordan. "Guess I should get some real bullets in case your little ambition to board this ship turns out poorly." She rolled her eyes as she spoke, uncaring anymore about his whole issue with 'respect'.

[Lars Engström]

Lars shook his head at the two women as they left. "Women," He muttered, and then turned to look at Weston. "Mr. Weston, we will wait for your go ahead to board, but i don't think you will find much there." He sighed, and turned to sit in the empty co-pilot station.

Looking up at the doctor, he raised his eyebrows, "Can i help you doctor?" He asked, unsure of why the man was still there. "Do you need something?"

[Lance Howe]

"Yeah, I was hoping maybe there would be some information up here with everyone in the cockpit. Instead I just walked into some angry women, Weston outside the ruttin' ship, and then you lookin' at me like I don't belong on your ship." Lance answered. This was the first time anyone had even acknowledged his presence in the first place. He had no idea what was going on or what he was supposed to do other than that there was a ship and only Jeff had been summoned. Now the captain was dismissing him as if he was expected to storm off with Dru and Jordan. "Maybe the better question would be if you need something from me."

[Lars Engström]

Lars shook his head, "No, I don't mean to say you aren't welcome on the ship." He was rather tired of people getting so touchy over the smallest things. "Hell, I wouldn't mind having someone who isn't mad at me, or busy flying the ship to talk to." He stood up, and held out his hand, "I feel like i never really got the chance to say thank you, or welcome you on board for that matter." He smiled, "I feel especially bad, seeing as you saved my life and all."

He was truly glad to have someone here, someone who, at least for the moment, didn't seem to be upset with him. Even Trace seemed out of it, or at odds over something, Lars felt very much alone. "As far as what you can do for me, you wouldn't happen to know how to keep a girl who is driven to near insanity by the mention of reavers in check, would you?" He smiled, semi joking, although Jordan's emotions seemed to be running particularly hot these days.

[Lance Howe]

The captain apologized... sort of. He certainly had a reason to be a little upset at his crew even if he was directing that frustration to the wrong crew member. Lance shook Lars' offered hand, "No need for thanks. I enjoy what I do and as macabre as it sounds patching your wound was enjoyable." No, Lance was not a typical doctor in the least. Hopefully his statement didn't make Lars think that he was actually hoping for them all to get shot just so he could fix them back up. That would only be half true. He'd want them to make it out okay but injuries weren't necessarily a bad thing.

The question about Jordan was interesting. "Well I can see you already tried talking to her and that didn't work." It was a bit of a joke but also the truth. Talking always was the best option. "Other than that I could giver her varying levels of medication to deal with anxiety or even to just knock her out. I could also just take a gun, lock her door, and shoot anybody that tries to get in." Lance had been talking with his hands and looking around a bit as he listed the choices but then stopped and got a little more serious as he said, "I don't think any of those options are favorable though. It would probably be better to have me backing you up with a gun and as a doctor if we're really going after Reavers."

[Lars Engström]

Lars laughed at the joke, "I would honestly prefer to avoid shooting people," He said with a smile, "And drugs wouldn't be high on my list either, i need her to be able to help us if we have to fix things." He shook his head, and looked at Lance, "Although, If you can handle a Gun i would be more than happy to have you come with us." He gestured at the other ship, "I doubt there will be any reavers there, they usually don't leave anyone or, anything on a ship... especially not a ship they have left in that condition." He shuddered, and looked away. Reavers just weren't his cup of tea.

[Lance Howe]

The news that Lars wasn't seriously considering drugs was a relief. Lance was a bit psychotic but he still didn't like the idea of drugging his crewmates. "What kind of unlicensed doctor would I be if I didn't know my way around a gun?" Lance said with a laugh. He'd been in his share of firefights. He'd even been in the war... kinda. He was no soldier or high quality merc but he was probably up to par with your typical backwater gunhand.