Home Sweet Home (Con: Osiris)

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan approached the ship, she was a good looking transport. A few minor adjustments and it might be a great one. Then again, that was just her opinion. Putting her foot on the cargo bay door she started to ascend the ramp. Her tool bag in one hand and a duffle bag over her shoulder. Both were heavier then she remembered.

'That's what I get for shopping.' she joked to herself. At the top she set down her took kit and held out her hand to the Captain. "Hello, Sir." She said as she looked up at him. He was far taller then she expected almost dwarfing her 5' frame.

[Lars Engström]

Good lord, thought Lars as the new mechanic approached him. She was tiny, really and truly tiny. "Hello miss," he said shaking the hand she had offered. "Welcome to my humble ship."
He took a slight step back, and looked her over. She definitely would have no problems fitting in to the small cramped spaces of an engine. She looked like a nice enough girl, he smiled.
"It's a pleasure to meet you in person Miss Maxwell, I assume you want to head to the Engine room first? It's right back here." He gestured back behind him. "Feel free to leave your things here in the cargo bay, and we'll make our way back to the engine room."

Lars Put his hands in his pockets, and waited for her to respond.

[Jordan Maxwell]

As her bag touched the ground she picked up her tool box. She didn't know if she was going to need it later or not. "The pleasure is mine Captain, Please though, call me Jordan. Miss Maxwell is my mother." Her head cocked to the left slightly.

Jordan smiled up at him, he seemed like an alright guy, cute, tall, owned a ship. Something her mother would have jumped on almost instantly. "And lead the way?"

[Lars Engström]

"I'd be more than happy to take you there." Lars replied, almost stumbling as he turned around. "Just follow me."


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[Trace Kennet]

Trace was humming to himself as he returned to the Björn's Star. His last night at home had been emotional, but overall it had gone well. As he had expected his mother had been none too keen on the idea of him leaving, but after a long talk with his father she had come around. He had spent most of the night packing, deciding what to take and what to leave behind. He was proud of himself, he had managed to pack all his essentials in one medium sized duffle, a feat his sister had found hard to believe.

When he boarded the ship, he noticed something was different, not only had the door just been left open, there was a bag on the floor of the bay. Hmm, he wondered, wonder who the captain is entertaining now. He heard voices in the engine room and was on his way to investigate, but he thought better of it. Dropping his bag on the floor he sat down and waited.
Let them come to me, he thought.

He hadn't been waiting for too long when the captain left the engine room. Before he could talk to him though, he had gone up the stairs toward his office. Deciding to forget about whatever was happening, Trace left his bag in the Cargo bay and shut the door. Then he made his way to the cockpit, and set about making sure everything was just the way he liked it.