Dinner! [Bjorn Crew]

[Jordan Maxwell]

[January 11, 2523: Afternoon]

Jordan sat up bowls of food on the table, one for each member of the crew along with water. After setting out spoons she walked to the com and clicked it on. "Hey everyone, Dinner is up!"

She looked at Dru again and sat down near her. "I am draftin' a shoppin' list for the Cap'n I'm going to see if anyone wants anythin' special, or can't eat somethin'." She shrugged. "Pa couldn't eat strawberries."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Jordan had finished her cooking, once she had begun putting the food into bowls Dru decided it was time to not be sitting on the table anymore.

After making the announcement the mechanic came to sit next to her, which wasn't odd and didn't bother her at all. Dru picked up the spoon and stirred the food around a little while they waited for the rest of the crew.

She smiled at Jordan's words, "That's very considerate of you. Shame about the strawberries though, they're wonderful. You won't need to add anything special for me on your list. I do have some shopping of my own to do though when we hit the next planet."

When the other crew entered Dru didn't say anything, just nodded slightly in greeting.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was sitting in his office when he heard Jordan's voice announcing that dinner was ready. He stood up, and stretched his back, rubbing his arm in the process. The doctor had done a grand job, but it still hurt quite a bit. Still healing. He walked out of the office, and into the common area. Taking his seat he spoke, "Well, you certainly can work wonders with rations Jordan," he sniffed the air appreciatively, "Smells delicious." He noticed Dru sitting at the table, and he returned her acknowledging nod.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace wandered into the common area to find Dru, Jordan and the captain already there. He sat down opposite Jordan and Dru, and then looked around. "Well, this looks like it tastes good," he began, "Does it taste as good as it looks and smells?"
Trace didn't really know what to say. Ever since the whole pirate affair, he had felt like he was losing touch with reality. It scared him that he couldn't be his normal happy self anymore, but he was just finding it difficult to connect. He didn't know what was happening, but if it didn't change he was sure he would lose control of his emotions completely. He shook his head, and tried to focus on the here and now. "It isn't poisoned is it?" He asked, trying to make a joke. That was pitiful, he thought, what is going on with me.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan smiled and took a bite of her food. "I added a hint of reaver blood in it so I can convert you all to my cause." She smiled at Trace. They had both been through something and neither one could really figure out how to deal with the situation. She had Dru to speak with however, Trace didn't, she might have to speak with him later. Perhaps the doctor might have something he could give them both to sleep better.

That wasn't the point of the dinner however, they were all togther now and they had other things that needed to be talked about. "After the others get here are you going to tell us about our next mission? I hope it involves a little less shootin."

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff had been working out in the cargobay. The modified weights had worked for the time but he really needed was more time to recover fully. The coms sounded in the middle of his chin lifts. Taking three more lifts to finish his set he grabbed his towel and walked for the common room.

Arriving at the door way Jeff stopped short looking over all the crew checking out their mood. He did not want a repeat of the diner before the pirates. Taking a seat at the far end he sat quietly waiting to be spoken to. He was fiddling with an odd short knife he found on the ship. The only persons to have this type of weapon were ones like him. He started to think that he might have to leave this happy group before he brings the reapers down upon them all.

[Lars Engström]

Lars nodded at Jeff's arrival, and then turned his attention to Jordan. "I hope our next job doesn't require shooting at all." he said, with a smile. "As far as jobs go, though, we are sorta high and dry right now. I did get word from a Duke Rider, and he has requested our assistance in tracking down two of his employees. I'll fill you in with what i know." Lars paused, then he went on. "Apparently two of Rider's workers, a man named Ashdown, and a woman named Disanto, ran off, and he wants us to find them. They were headed to New Canaan, so I talked to the port authority, and found out that they are now on a ship headed to Harvest. I figure our best chance in that is to head towards Harvest, when we have time. As far as other work, well we don't have much."
Lars stopped talking, and took a bite of food. "This is great Jordan, you really are a fantastic cook."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru grinned at Jordan's tease about having added reaver blood to their dinners, the mood on the ship had been a little more bland since the pirates. Two of the people on the ship had been rather innocent in the ways of the 'verse, as far as death and being at the knife's hilt of it. So to speak.

She nodded at Jeff as he came in as well, "Good evening Jeff." It was a simple greeting, but more than the other two men had gotten when they had come in.

Listening quietly to Lars talk about their next job Dru began to eat slowly. Taking in all the information that was being handed out. She knew about Duke Rider, though she'd never worked for him before. The reviews were mixed on the man, depending on who you talked to. As with many of the highly powerful criminal connections though, there were often things you didn't get told.

"Find them alive, or find them and end them?" Dru's voice was level and steady, Lars had left that important bit of information out in his explanation. While he did say he hoped the job didn't require shooting, well guns weren't the only way to kill a man.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was slightly surprised by Dru's question. "He wants them alive, sorry if I missed that part of the explanation." Lars took another bite of dinner, before continuing. "Rider said that he wanted us to find them, and bring them to him alive and preferably unharmed. He also said something about not talking to them, but I don't see how we can exactly capture them without talking." Lars paused, "I don't really see what he means to gain by not allowing us to talk to them, from what I was told, they aren't dangerous." Lars stopped talking and leaned back in his chair. He was thinking, but he didn't feel the need to enlighten the others just yet. "Anyone have thoughts on the matter? Dru? Jeff?"

[Jeff Weston]

A flare, a magnet and a shadow.

Jeff spoke up quickly this type of work was what he was known for, the snatch and grab. Jeff had stalked his targets by himself but it was much easier to place or have another to take the focus from the true shadower.

It's easy have either yourself or the pilot or your mechanic be the flare to draw their attention. Then have Dru or me move in to confirm their uneasy fear then I or Dru walk up and tag them with a stunner or a sleepy time liquid. no talking and no shootin', except for any tin man in the area. Which can be remedied with a smoke bomb in a market place by whoever is left over.

Jeff stopped talking and spooned a large mouthful and started to eat. His pain had lessen in his shoulder and his appetite was coming back. He was ready for a mission like this most quick snatch and grabs came with a cost of either low pay or having a shoot-out none the less.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"Kidnappin'? Can't we jus get them on the ship? See if we can't transport them somewheres?" Judging by what she assumed was a strange look from the other people she sighed. "I suppose I can draw attention, I seem to be less threaten' then the lot of you."

She didn't know how else to say it, but most people didn't expect anything from a five foot woman who by all rights, couldn't offer them much of a fight if they wished to flee. "As long as we ain't gonna be hurtin folks."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru only nodded at Lars' reply, about the pair having to be taken alive. That always adds a bit of complication to things, taking targets alive. She would have turned down the job really, on that fact alone; unless it was a big enough pay-day of course. Sometimes trouble can be worth it, if there's enough coin.

She grinned as Jeff explained his idea on the job, at least plan-wise. Though the thought of Jordan getting involved was a little concerning. Just because they didn't plan on any gunfire taking place didn't mean it wouldn't happen anyway. "It's not my usual tactics, though I don't usually take prisoners either, but I like your idea Jeff. Sounds rather quick and easy."

The mercenary took a spoonful of food and finished it before continuing. "As far as the not talking to them bit, probably he doesn't want them knowing where they're being carted off to. Or he's worried they'll be able to convince us to let them go or some such." Not that there was much of a chance on that part, at least not from Dru.

[Lars Engström]

"Well," Said Lars, "We have some time to think about how exactly to go about catching them." He paused to take a bite of food. "But the real problem is how we are going to find them." He had been thinking a lot on this exact topic, and he hoped for some ideas from the others. "All I know, is that they were on a ship called Jade princess en route to Harvest. Now, whether that is actually where they are going, I have no idea. And as far as catching them there, i doubt it will work, because by the time we get there they could have easily left again." He looked around the table, and then he continued. "Anyone have an Idea? I was thinking maybe try and organize a meeting with them on the ship, under the guise of some job, or as helpers. If they are running, maybe we could find a way to get them on the ship, thinking it was taking them where they really want to go?"

[Lance Howe]

Lance was a bit late to dinner. He was still getting settled into his new home and trying to make do with the minimal infirmary on board the small ship. The whole experience was completely foreign to him. The doctor had never been off-world before and now suddenly he was a part of the nomadic shipboard lifestyle.

Though he arrived after the others, he still managed to catch the briefing and comments about it. The assurances that they weren't supposed to kill anyone and the targets were nonviolent prevented the doctor from immediately regretting his new career choice. It seemed more like an employer who was just trying to catch up on employees who had skipped out yet still owed him a debt. Lance had enough experience collecting debts on St. Albans and there were a few others he knew who had trouble from time to time with indentures.

"Do you have this 'sleepy time liquid' or would that be where I enter the plan?" Lance asked, stepping into the room and then taking a seat. The task of coming up with a suitable drug was exactly the kind of work he was hoping for.

[Jordan Maxwell]

"You're the only one with the know how Doctor." She smiled big at him and stood up getting him a bowl of food. She at him sit and then began to prepare something else for them to eat, she was feeling the need for sweets.

"After alls, we might hurt someone, so what would you suggest Doc?" She asked softly as her hands ran over different flavors, trying to decide what she wanted to make.