Wake-Up Call [Björn's Crew]

[Drusilla Pardieu]

[January 4th, 2523 - 5am]

Dru was up early, which was quite normal. She hung around her room for about an hour before gathering up and going into the common area to finish her task of cleaning her weapons.

She walked into the common area, pausing at the entry way staring a moment at the pilot, Trace. Surely he had a bunk for himself, why was he sleeping here? Dru rolled her eyes and sighed softly, walking over to him.

Standing there just a moment before she shook him a little to try and wake him. It was either wake him now or when she started taking the guns apart. This was probably the nicer way. Shaking him a bit more, "Hey Trace. You got a bedroom, use it yeah?"

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Outfit

[Trace Kennet]

Trace awoke with a jolt and immediately wished he could have stayed asleep. Dru was standing over him, with a handful of weapons, and looking a little pissed off. He jumped to his feet and took a step back, the blanket falling off him as he moved. That was odd, he though, all thoughts of Dru momentarily gone, I didn't get that out. Making a note to investigate that later, he returned his attention to Dru. "What?" he asked, "Oh bunk, umm yeah I do, but I never meant to actually fall asleep here." as he spoke, he picked up the blanket and folded it as best he could, not knowing where it went he set in on the couch and then moved away again. "I, umm," He was looking for something, anything to talk about, "Thanks for the wake up call, I'll just see myself out then." He headed off as fast as he could without running, towards the cockpit. Please, he though, Don't let her follow me.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan walked into the common area practically glowing with delight. The more time she spent away from the ground and the more she moved the more her mood improved. Pulling her hands from her back pockets she smiled. "Good Morning Dru!" Jordan held her smile and moved over to the kitchen area to begin making powdered eggs and whatever else she could throw into them to make them taste real. The whole while she hummed to herself, her mind on grand adventure, being in the air, saving people that needed help, and maybe JUST maybe, being able to aim and actually kill a Reaver some day.

"Would you like coffee or tea?" She asked, her smile yet to fade as she looked over her shoulder at Dru.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru was surprised that Trace awoke so jumpy like, the boy was raw and inexperienced in so many ways. He still acted afraid of her, which of course only amused the mercenary. She only watched as he quickly moved about the room and left, a grin crossed her lips as he did so. So nervous that one. Dru simply nodded at his thanks. Amused indeed.

She began to check over the firearms that had been left out overnight, making sure all were accounted for. She planned on finishing their cleaning today, unless Jordan was interested in more practice. Surprisingly Dru was looking forward to helping the woman learn. It was unusual for her to be fond of someone this quickly.

Speaking of the devil, after some time Jordan entered the common area with a smile on her face, Dru of course smiled in return. "Good morning to you as well Jordan." She was sitting at the table pulling apart one of her other firearms, which would have to be put on hold now since it seemed the mechanic was beginning to work on breakfast. "Coffee would be wonderful, thank you." Dru began to stop pulling the pieces from the gun and instead picked them up to place them back onto the side-table.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan nodded and put the put on the stove to start up the coffee. She hummed a little more, content to be in the air. She didn't realize how much she missed flying around in the black.

Turing back to the task at hand she made a face, she hated powdered eggs, eggs were going to be on her list after she was paid, that much was for sure. It took her several moments before she began mixing them up, still planning the spices out.

"Is there anything you don't enjoy eating, Dru?"

[Lars Engström]

"Is that coffee I smell?" Asked Lars as he walked into the common area, rubbing the sleep and tiredness from the night out of his eyes. "Whatever it is, it smells delicious." He looked around, smiling. "Everybody sleep well?" he walked to the table and sat down, stifling a yawn. He put his elbow on the table, and rested his head in his hand. "Anything interesting happen last night after I left?" He asked with a small laugh, "Did you shoot any more of the boxes in the cargo bay?" He closed his eyes, gathering the last ounces of sleep from the night before.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Jordan caught her attention again with the question, she wasn't used to being asked about trivial things like that. Very considerate, perhaps it had to do with her not having alot of experience being part of a ship. "I'm not picky, normally I just eat whatever is put in front of me. I think you're the only person to ever ask."

Just then Lars walked in, probably got woken up by Trace after he had ran from the common area. Dru wondered how that conversation went. "Slept fine." she replied to him with a short answer, not particularly interested in a conversation with the man at the moment. She was still sore about the whole thief situation.

Despite her mood a grin crossed her lips when he asked about last night, when her and the mechanic had been in the cargo bay. "No, but the pretty lady and I may do some more target practice today. If she's up for it that is." Dru shot Jordan a look and smiled mischievously.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan had returned to cooking, however she stopped in her tracks when Dru said " pretty lady". Seeing the smile across her friends lips she returned it, though the words that escaped her lips caused her to blush. "I'm up for anything as long as your are involved." She stressed the word 'anything' then looked back at her eggs, she placed them carefully in the pan and started scrambling them.

[Lars Engström]

This brought Lars out of his pseudo sleeping state with a bump. Lifting his head he cast meaningful looks at all the parties concerned. "Setting aside how wrong that is on many, many levels," he paused, letting his brain catch up, "I would like to remind you two that one of you is in charge of keeping the ship in one piece. I don't want anything going on between you that is going to distract her from that." He cast a slightly playful glare at Jordan. "Is the engine room clean yet? Cuz there won't be any shooting lessons until it is. Work first, then play... maybe."
He returned his head to it's resting place on his had, he lapsed back into silence. One of these days, he thought, one of these days he was going to understand women.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru was highly amused, she was even smiling in general at Jordan's response. She had noticed the blush on her cheeks, raising a questioning brow in her direction at that.

She couldn't help but laugh at Lars' first comment, but didn't say anything as he spoke. Dru found herself wondering what Lars was really thinking about the situation. Of course they were only teasing him, at least as far as she was aware.

"How does that relate to me then? My work and play are the same thing.' Dru glanced at Jordan again, grinning, 'Usually anyway."

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan laughed softly and started scooping the eggs onto plates. "I'm not sure how that would apply," she said holding her smile. After the eggs were safe on their plates, she slid the bread off the toaster and she buttered some toast then gave Dru and Lars their plates of food followed by some coffee, and finally she put two different flavors of jam on the table.

Taking a third plate she excused herself just log enough to run it into Trace, with another cup of her coffee. Finally the young girl was able to sit herself down with her cooling breakfast. As Dru and Lars spoke.

[Lars Engström]

"Just making it clear that work is first, then you can flounce around naked for all I care, so long as I don't see you." Lars said jokingly. The he turned to Dru, "So we should be getting to St. Albans this afternoon. Then We can see about fixing things up for the folk who need our help." He paused, choosing his words carefully. Dru was much more experienced in this type of thing, and she knew it. Lars wanted her thoughts on the matter, but he didn't want to come across as helpless. "I figured we might try to reason with the ones who are causing the trouble, although I doubt it will help." He stopped again, then went on. "If I were a pirate, what would I be doing?" His voice trailed off, as he thought. He hoped he could lead her into this conversation, even if she knew what was happening.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru rolled her eyes at Lars' comment about them flouncing around naked and scoffed at him saying as long as he didn't see. She knew full well that was a lie, men were more than happy to watch naked women at anytime.

A grin crossed her lips as he began to bring up the job though. She'd expected him needing help on it really. First time as a captain, first job as said captain. He was in charge now..more or less. Now he had to learn how to handle it. "You don't reason with pirates." She said it flat out and straight-faced. "You shoot them until they run away scared for their lives and then you keep shooting.' A dark look came into her face as she continued, 'because if you don't get rid of them all Lars, they'll come back. And won't be us they take their revenge out on. It'll be your precious miners out on St. Albans."

Dru leaned back in her chair now, watching Lars' reaction to what she said. It was all truth, at least in her mind. If they were decent folks they wouldn't be doing what they were doing. Not that she was far off on the scale of morality from them though. She did her jobs, got her blood money, she had limits though. Honor, loyalty. A code of her own. There were jobs the mercenary refused.

Lars would have to learn much on his own, doing things his own way though. She knew that too. "If you want to try and talk to them though, best of luck. I'll be surprised if they even let you attempt any kind of negotiations."

[Lars Engström]

Dru's words were true, whether he liked it or not. He remained silent as he thought about what she had said. These men were not going to be like him, they wouldn't care if they were killed, they were almost like reavers. He shuddered at the the thought. But they weren't reavers, they were still somewhat human, or at least he hoped so. "It isn't right to start a fight without at least trying to talk to them." he said, in a quiet voice, "Regardless of whether they are going to be reasoned with, it aint right to not give them the chance."
He knew what he must sound like, sitting there talking about treating pirates fairly, but he didn't care. They were still men, if only just, and he planned to do his best to treat them like it. "Now I don't think we are going to get out of this without a fight, but if there is any chance to avoid any sort of fighting, I aim to take it."
He sat at the table, thinking about his options. He knew there would be killing, but he was not eager to admit it. "I don't expect you to understand me," He said to Dru, "But I hope you will at least try."

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan had been sitting silently, but a question had arisen while they spoke of the coming attraction. "Ain't their ships gonna have guns?" She asked with a raised brow, she didn't like the idea of going in there with her baby, let alone giving someone who Dru thought might try to kill them instead of talk. After all, she didn't want to put her ship at risk.