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[Adelle Konstanze]

There was no trouble or strife to herald this wayward stray. The young woman had, like many others, been knocking around Persephone for a few days, now. The small well of coin she'd managed to drum up since leaving Athens was almost at it's end. Almost as dry as the deserts on Whitefall, and as disappointing as the local swill people appeared taken with. Adelle wasn't much of a drinker. It usually led to violence and she'd been taunt-- somewhat trained-- to have this calm centre. Usually. Where her ex had been concerned, it hadn't been quite the case. Constant fights coming to blows, bruises on both sides-- the usual in a young couple that rushed things too quickly. Although, with some hidden pride, he'd always come out of the battles worse. Ms. Konstanze had a rather nice skill in hand-to-hand. It was mostly defensive, but she had survived this long, right? Killing-- now that was something yet to colour her world. That last shred of herself that would remain.So where was she now? Adelle had spent some time in the market area around the docks. She'd managed a brief bit of employment helping out with the various stands, serving food and what-not. A small-- very small-- amount of coin to her name now because of it. Loose black combats hung off her, those split-toed shoes she lived and died in making her steps somewhat light and sure. A light grey jacket that had now seen better days in her transit from Athens to here, and a pair of aviators that appeared to be the only thing still kept in the best condition. Dark hair was swept up and away from her face in vain, loose strands falling rebelliously into her vision. Today she was getting off this gorram rock.

How to go about it? Simple. Traipsing down the line of ships big and small, Adelle tried to politely avoid the very obvious barkers and their apparent claims of the junker ships they promoted. A small piece of advice she learned in her travels not to trust the barker, but the ship itself. So that's where she was looking. Some had sloppily written names on their 'necks' and sides. No personal touch of loving paint or logo to show that the vessel was loved. The Captain she'd taken passage with before getting here had taught her all these things in his gruff tone. A romanticised twinkle in the old man's eyes. So that's what brought Adelle before the Raven. One, it was a Firefly. The woman had less of an idea about makes and reliability than most, but she knew a Firefly when she saw one. Captains in seedy little taverns still talked of their under-appreciated talents. The crowd outside proved a certain popularity, and Adelle stayed where she was, just beyond the base of the ramp. She watched on as conversation drifted down and she listened to those that spoke up. The german accent caught her-- and a wash of remembrance came to the girl. Understanding in his words were easy. With a small, sad little smile, she remembered her father. A wash of guilt replaced it. A Shepherd was also an obvious thing to pick out-- another little memory coming to the surface to replace the bad with the image of Grayson. And Bump. A fond thought of the gravelly-voiced holy man and his three-legged dog.

The Captain-- whichever one of them that was-- appeared to have their hands full with all the interest in the fine vessel and it's possible passage, so Adelle remained, waiting quietly and patiently near the base of that ramp. If a glance came her way, a small smile would be offered to anyone. The girl still had manners, no matter the fact she'd cast off her life in favour of this one.

No regrets.

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[Lady Emily Grace Rider]

Emily left her last ship with a bit of a disappointment. She hated flying merchant ships, there was just nothing to it. Though in some ways, she was grateful. Her father to once again pull her butt from the fire and allowed her to walk the worlds once more. Than again, being able to get her frustrations out with a male companion, well, it just turned the tables back around.

The pilot had been searching the cortex for other ships that might need her services when she came across one. A firefly class, even though she had flow thousands of ships, there was something about that type that made the hair on the back of her next stand up. She loved those ships, the feel of them, the look. There was nothing about that ship that she couldn’t love, as long as there was a half awake mechanic that is.

Emily approached from the side, watching as several things began to unfold, first there was, based on his dress, a Sheppard. Someone she would never get along with, then a seemingly interesting fellow, kinda cute in his own way, though she would ignore that for now. A drunken fool followed him, and she was already approaching with the final man joined the picture. ‘Ah yes, a fun mix.’

Though there was a pause as the drunken man seemed to back away and walk towards a food stand. She stopped walking and looked over the line of crew, they all seemed to be begging for their places, she would wait. Instead, she walked towards Thomas and leaned against the stand setting down some of her coin to receive a baked good, though she let it sit against the counter while she watched the people at the ramp. “Joining the fun mix, baby?”

She nodded towards the Raven, before her eyes looked down at his gun. Weapons never concerned her, not that she had no reason to fear them. She had been threatened, shot at, and almost killed in her past. However, it wasn’t the firearm that deserved the fear, it was the man holding it, and as far as she could tell she had no reason to fear the man next to her.

[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Fire had watched what happened at the food stand from the corner of his eyes. He had seen the man unwrapping his rifle, but the way he handled it and in his eyes, Fire could see he didn´t mean any harm. But it did gave him another idea though. Since they would both probably be battling over their jobs, he better show off his prides aswell. He walked up to the man and woman, who had suddenly joined him.

"Nice rifle you got there", Fire said honest. "Though I am more into snipers".

He put his case down and unpacked his guns. He started with his sniper rifle. He put it together and showed it to the other guy.
After he had seen the guy taking a look he suddenly raised his rifle and aimed at a tin can about five metres away. He took a breath to steady his arm and pulled the trigger. Just a second after the hard bang the tin can fell on the ground. Fire lowered his rifle again.

"Simple but effective", was all he said.

[Thomas B. Garret]

The scene played out as it usually does with Thomas waiting. This ship must have had fortune smiling upon it this day as people clammored around the ship wanting just that chance to shine and be shiny. Thomas again was mid-stride in eating when a beauty came over and sat down near to him at the food stall.

Joining in the mix?

Was the words he had heard yet he had guessed that many there had seen him as nothing more than a drunk with a gun. It didn't matter for if they had known in the least that he was a tinman from some backwater world then they would have chased him away or at worse let him on and then spaced his body while in high orbit. Nodding his head with a slight wobble still giving that two sheet to the wind look. He had not wanted a seen, he wanted simply a ride to another world, one less like Whitefall. But lady fortune was being harsh with him today, when another body came up.

"Nice rifle you got there", .... "Though I am more into snipers".

With a nice fancy break down model the new gent took aim at a lone tincan and.... plink, it fell as any would if they had that gun too.

A show hmm.... he knew that getting a ride or a job often involved in the testing of skills but unfortunatly for him he was low on cash and amo. Unless some thing happened like an infamous gunman showed he would have to forgo the demo of his skill and save a bullet....probably for himself when all was lost.

A twisted sense of humor fortune must have when another shot rang out and two men came running by. The first he did not know but the later was a small time underlord of a raising gang on Persephone, one Marcus Belldon. Thomas let the first slide by but leveled Marcus with the butt of his gun. Putting a foot on Marcus' neck Thomas turned to catch the first guy turn mid-stride. A unheard cuss came from that ones lips and he drew down on Thomas. Garret was fifty yards away as he brought his rifle mid-chest. With a single sweep he had opened the breach and loaded and fired the second the other man raise his gun to sight down the pistol's barrel.

The longshot made the new commers shot sound like a snap of the fingers as it expled it's shot. Hot and fast the bullet left the rifle. Before the sound was fully gone the bullet hit it's target. Entering the right shoulder and exiting the same area the gunman flipped backwards from the hit. Landing face down the man did not move .....much. Garret looked down at Marcus smiled and said.

Looks like i'll be getting a second helping of steamed buns tonight.

Rolling Marcus over he used Marcus' own belt and tied his hands and stood him up.

Looking at the new gent with the fancy rifle.....smiling.....Now that was fun, simple and effective.

Moving Marcus over the other runner who was now turning over on his back, Garret was checking his shoulder as the port's lawmen came running up behind in persuit. Drawing their guns on the three of them Thomas removed a wallet which held his credentials of being a lawman. Most of the them stood down but one got in his face and barked and howled at Thomas' actions. Thankfully the crowds were now very noisy letting the two of them exchange words with out any of the one by the firefly to over hear.

When the main lawman left he pointed at Thomas and one of the secondary lawmen gave him a pouch of money. Thomas opened it and frowned abit as he noted that the bounty was not as much as he was hoping to get. So as good fortune come so does it go. Now less poor Thomas walked back to the food stall and ordered three steamed meat buns. Tossing the coin on the counter he sighed. Looking over the the lady who had came and sat by him he said....

I'm just glads that I'ma leavin' here, either by joining a crew or as a passanger. This place is getting bad for my health.

[flame3]

Dark eyes watched the preacher, but another voice caught her ear. German. While she was not good at languages, her mind brushed his and picked up the gist. Hm. She arched an eyebrow. "And, Good man? how am I to know that you are the best? What are you the best at?" She liked him. She wasn't sure why, but she did. His snap at a new man, older, and harder, only made her like him more. He could handle himself, but she expected that from a german. It was said her own blood was nordic, or possible welsh, what ever that meant. She eyed the new man. "Garret?" she eyed him. He was older, and harder, and seemed a bit empaired. "Be calm." her gaze was sharp on the german man, and she moved out into the sun, towards them. She glanced at the Shepherd. Well. This was going to be exciting.

Another man, this one hardened by killing came up. She eyed the man with a harsh look. She didn't need to read his mind to know what he was. "And what would you be lookin' for on this ship?" Then two more people arrived. This time two women. The captain felt a bit overwhelmed, but she didn't show it. She eyed the German, than the man who'd walked away with his gun out. Odd. Drunkard with a gun, bad. She moved past the men, and towards the first woman. "Hello there. Lookin' for passage?" she asked, ignoring the men behind her. It was then that she noticed the rather pretty, lyth woman. She nodded to her, then time seemed to slow. Something was happening, must to fast.

Guns were drawn, and shots rang out. The firefly captain swore, and took a step back, eyeing the drunkard, and then the man he'd shot. She'd forgotten how loud a sniper rifle was. She thought about the long barreled rifle in her own bunk. "Well, Mr. Garret, I think you'd better get on Raven. Choose one of the passanger bunks. I'm Captain Hyde. The rest of you? If you need passage, or want to be crew, names, and what your good at please." she said, walking back onto the ship, giving the Shepherd a bemused look, before turning around. "Well? Out with it! Who are you people? And why should I let you fly on Raven?"

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Notes: I go away for three days and you guys FLOOD ME!!!! *laughs* Don't mind her, she was just trying to get her footing. Enjoy.
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[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Suddenly a group of not hostile looking men showed up, while Fire was packing up his gear. Fire was already pulling his gun, when Thomas himself got in action. Fire shrugged and went on packing his stuff, looking at the scene from a distance. The moves Thomas made were quite impressive, Fire could see he was trained and his feelings were proven. When he had finally knocked out those men, he showed them his credentials. Fire looked up and licked his lips. 'This might be a problem', he thought. A lawman and a hitman, was that even going to work?

Anyway he had to hurry, because the captain was getting impatient and Thomas was already in. Fire quickly made his decision and walked up to the captain.

"My name is Fire Owlson, but they call me Hawk", he said. "I am a hitman, on my planet I was the best archer and I am quite good with guns". He paused.
"I will be your gunman, but in exchange I want to 'hire' one of your shuttles. If you want I can pay you some money aswell".

Fire himself didn't know how he was going to work this out. But at least he would have a roof and food now, always staying in hotels got boring after a while.

[Dexter Shield]

Dexter watched as several new faces joined the group of hopefuls, and he gave a soft chuckle at the antics of some. He remained, however, in his seated position inside the ship, preferring to observe rather than join in. The captain had things under control, or so it seemed, and thus he felt content to observe. He took out his bible and began to read silently.

His attention was snatched away from his reading by the sound of gunshots, and he raised himself from his seat, and saw a man shot. He was slightly worried and confused, but then lawmen arrived in force, and seemed to sort the situation out, so he said a blessing for all involved, and merely returned to his reading. He noticed the appearance of the two women, and took a moment to get an idea of who they were. One looked like she was used to being in trouble, and had the appearance of someone who didn't like being told what to do.

Her eyes met his for a moment, and he saw troubles that went straight through to her core. He also saw what looked like fear, or even disgust, and realized she probably wouldn't be talking to him on her own. He sighed, and decided that in this case, he might have to break his rule of listening first, she looked like the type who needed help.

The other woman was less easy to read, she simply was, and he admired her lack of any visible problems or needs. Other than the look of one who has been many places, she seemed normal. Then there were the men. If what had just transpired was going to be the indication of what the rest of the journey would be like, Shield couldn't help but smile as he thought of all the adventures. Preachers can have a little fun every now and then. Seeing that his presence would probably only hinder the progress from this point, he stood and leaned on his stick.

"If you need me captain," He said, loud enough for her to hear, but still in a soft and calming voice. "I'll be in my quarters." He gave one last glance to the crowd of new arrivals, and then headed off to his new home within a home. If anyone needed home, they would find him, he was sure of it. He walked into his quarters, and looked at the space, he had always loved the look of these places, fresh, no matter what.

He then began the process of unpacking. Leaning his stick against the wall in a corner, he opened his bag. His few belongings were quickly stowed, and he carefully folded his larger bag, and slid it under the bed. He then took a seat, and closed his eyes, waiting for the knocks on his door that would inevitably come. He smiled a peaceful smile, "This is certain to be a grand adventure if there ever was one." He said to himself, "And so we begin."

[Friedrich Hoffman]

The man accusing Friedrich of being drunk backed off but more job applicants soon arrived behind him. Friedrich paid them little attention. That is until there was some gun-play when the man from earlier dropped a pair of men with a precision rifle. Hoffman had drawn his pistol at the sound of the shots but holstered nearly as quickly once it was apparent that the matter was being resolved. The man seemed to have it good with the lawmen and got off shooting them like that. Even if the two deserved it, it was hard to believe the local feds would be happy with a man firing a high-powered rifle in a crowded area where a bullet could have done plenty of damage after dropping the intended target. Friedrich wasn't sure he's be comfortable on a ship where a man didn't think his actions all the way through like that.

"Friedrich Hoffman, Kapitän. I haf fur zree years in ze Rosenthal Maschinenwerkstatt, six in ze Beaumonde Shipyard, and four years as ship mechanic verked. Betveen zose I was fur two years in ze war. Zen van year I built a mid-class transport wie ze Firefly from scrap und two veeks pay fur special components." Friedrich proudly presented his resume. "I am a machinist. If it doesn't verk I can replace it. If somesing is missing I can build it." It was best to get that out there first. He was not the wiz type mechanic that could magically repair an engine with a paper clip and chewing gum. He was the type that would completely overhaul the machine and make it just as new rather than a patch job. If he couldn't repair it then he'd fashion a new piece himself. Given the right raw materials there was almost nothing he couldn't fabricate.

Other than the brief mention of being in the war, something he learned should be brought up sooner rather than later, he didn't mention his combat skills. It would probably pale in comparison to the trigger happy men showing off their rifles but his military service and even recent experience with gun-play was considerable. Yet he was looking to be brought on to do his work not to lounge around and wait for someone to shoot.

(Kapitän = Captain
Maschinenwerkstatt = Machine shop
Wie = Like/as (in this usage)
"I have for three years in the Rosenthal Machine Shop, six in thee Beaumonde Shipyard, and four years as ship mechanic worked. Between those I was for two years in the war. Then one year I built a mid-class transport like the Firefly from scrap and two weeks pay for special components... I am a machinist. If it doesn't work I can replace it. If something is missing I can build it.")

[Adelle Konstanze]

"Hello-- and yes. That's about the size of it." A half-smirk graced her expression at the first address. Apparently this woman was the Captain. Made sense somehow. Quickly, she was obviously trying to sort through everyone and make some headway in getting the ship ready to leave. Sorting the crew from the passengers.

Awful lot of commotion for this ship. As if the trouble just seemed to gravitate around it. There was the gathering, the small altercation and now shots. Not the few small bullets from a six-shooter or handgun. Nothing like the staccato of Alliance-issue suppression. Powerful rounds from a powerful weapon. Adelle had ducked down a touch, thinking of safety and not wanting to get caught in any crossfire. However, the man with his weapon out for all the world to see had been away from the ramp, and therefore not near enough to get these people roped in. Some had gone for their own weapons in defence, yet it all seemed to resolve so quickly. Guns made her somewhat edgy and unsettled. It wasn't fear, just this outright unease from their presence. A small voice was whispering get used to it, and she shifted the pack on her shoulder as the Captain offered the gunman a clear passage aboard. Adelle made sure to step to one side, peering over those remaining as the preacher was set to go inside and the apparent genius machinist was giving his resume, as well as the Hitman looking to be a gun and use a shuttle. Adelle shuffled quietly up to the plate as it were, and listened to the Captain's shout. When it came to her turn, she gave a simple explanation.

"My name's Konstanze, ma'am-- er. Captain. Passage to anywhere. Doesn't bother me. I'm pretty good in a kitchen and can take care of myself. Will not make myself a burden or a nuisance. If my money can't cover passage I can work it off however I can." Adelle was pretty hard at working, and didn't mind chores of any form. Working in bars and restaurants had taught her to deal with a lot, and her time training with Lim had taught her to tolerate just about anything.

She'd step aside and wait for the next person to speak their name and profession. Helping make the Captain's job easier should she wave her on inside or tell her to take a hike. The presence of a Shepherd made things seem a little more peaceful with all these chaotic sorts looking to find their way. Hopefully Adelle could add to the 'oasis of normalcy'.

[flame3]

She was thankful when people started to fall into line. Thank god. She nodded as the hitman spoke. She wasn't so sure about the shuttle. "I'd like to take you on Hawk, but the only shuttle I'm willing to rent out is reserved." which was only a half truth. The shuttle was hopefully going to a companion. She wanted the other one for her crew, to use for jobs. She wasn't exactly sad to say that, she just was trying to be diplomatic.

She nodded at the Shepherd, just as the german man got her attention. She nodded, filtering through his mind what he meant. "Of course. She's in need of a mechanic. If you'll wait here in the cargo bay, I can get the rest of these people sorted, and then we can all have a quick chat about the rules of Raven." she said motioning behind her. He was a soldier. He'd be able to take orders. She liked that. Hell she liked him, but her attention was taken up by the woman.

"Well, a cook then? How'd you like to stay perminantly on the Raven? I don't expect you to cook all the time, there will be plenty of other things to do, but either way, Welcome to the Raven." She said quickly, with a half smile. "Wait in the cargo bay, I'll be in shortly." she had decided to not have her crew tromping around and causing trouble, at least until she'd gotten them settled. It was her ship after all.

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[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

Fire nodded as he heard the captain's words. No for shuttle then... He took a deep breath. "Reserved?", he repeated. "But not yet rented out?", he asked.

He really needed a ship and fast. A life as a Bounty Hunter without one wasn't going to work out. Though now he also had a second way out. He could give that life up and begin a new life as gunman on this ship, but he wasn't so sure about this. He liked being independent and working on his own, a Bounty Hunter job fitted him perfectly. And now he was standing on the brink of giving up a huge part of his independence. He thought about saying his thanks and turning around, but the other side of the line didn't have any better prospects. His last job had involved eliminating a couple of people from a small minor gang on Santo and it hadn't brought him much money either. Now he had been stuck on Persephone for two days without any more succes. Fire sighed. He hoped the Captain would change her mind.

[Thomas B. Garret]

Garret heard his name and stood looking toward the Captian. Passanger....well it's at least some thing to get away from this rock. Digging into the pouch he removed a large hand full of credits and pocketed them. Searching the bag carefully, he made sure no credit higher than he had in his pocket was left in the bag. Cinching it up he tossed the credits on the food cart and asked for five more steamed meat buns before grabbing his gear and walking over to the ramp. Nodding as he boarded he moved into the ship and made his way to the passanger rooms.

Most felt more like holding cells than rooms but he would make due. Dumping his half bag in a corner he unrolled his quilt and gently removed the two rifles the one everyone saw the longshot and the one not, a new tech winchester with a modifed tigger leaver. The openess of the circle leaver made for a very quick cocking and activating the auto reloader. Both gave him the upper hand when in a extended gun battle. Normal rifles like this held twelve to fifteen rounds his held forty easily.

Flipping the rifle end over end it cocked and spun an empty clip the last thing he liked was an empty gun. Yet it could not be helped times were tough for him hopefully the next planet would be better off for a tinman like him. Standing the gun up next to his half bag he grabbed his longshot and layed down. The bed was better the last one he was forced to sleep on. Maybe he could get some good sleep......not likely not since his world ended with the loss of his entire family. Closing his eyes the nightmare that was that day came back to him as fresh as if it was that day all over.

[flame3]

The slim woman eyed the blonde man. "Not yet. How much you willin' to pay?" she was decided. And if she didn't like him, she could force him off. It was her ship, and her shuttle. He was just renting. The dark eyes borred into him.

Her gaze slide over everyone. It seemed they were almost ready to go. She had a shepherd (didn't think about that), a mechanic, now all she needed was a Pilot, and maybe a medic, then she could get off this gorram rock, and out into space.

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[Adelle Konstanze]

The offer threw her off balance slightly. All this travelling and Adelle hadn't thought about trying to join a ship-- join a crew. It was probably due to this lack of important skills. Adelle couldn't pilot a ship, or fix it up, and definitely disliked holding a gun-- let alone firing it. Of course, not all ships were the same. That reputation that came with ship captains these days wasn't true for everyone. They didn't look like pirates or slavers. Sure, they had some firepower, but nothing out of the ordinary for those she'd seen out on the Rim in her time there. The cook stammered for but a moment, hurriedly making up her mind in a spur of the moment she rarely gave in to.

"Um-- Sure. Yeah. That sounds-- great." Ms Konstanze was still trying to think that one through, but instead just moved herself into the ship. The Raven. It had that charm of a mid-bulk transport that most ships she'd seen in her youth had lacked. Adelle almost did a full spin, head angled up as she just stared at the inside of the cargo bay. Last ship she'd travelled on to get here had been a passenger liner. Big, ugly and packed to the brim with Border folk and livestock.

A look passed over towards those gathering inside as well, waiting for the Captain to finish her duties and get everyone sorted. A nod was given to the man with the german accent. A look giving in passing to the gunman who'd been instructed towards the passenger rooms. His shooting earlier had made her a little wary, but Adelle doubted he'd be waving the weapon around on board.

"Nice ship..." She entoned softly, mostly to herself.

[Fire (Hawk) Owlson]

John grinned as he heard her giving in, maybe he could still stick to his plan A.

"500 credits", he said quickly. He had gotten 600 credits for his last job and wanted to keep at least some money to pay for his meals. He hoped the captain would agree, even though he knew 500 credits and a gunman was enough for a shuttle like this.

While they were negociating another female turned up. She strode confidently directly towards the captain and told her exactly what she wanted in just a couple of words. Straight foward and businesslike. Fire liked her already.

He turned back to the captain. "Agreed?"