On The Run (Kara)

[zeekela]

John sat at the Cortex, chewing his lip in thought. He needed to get onto a ship. Planetside was overrated, he thought. There was really nothing like the freedom of space; the hum of engines, the creak of bulkheads, that subtle clench in your gut when the kinetic stabilizers engaged. He grinned, preparing to send out a wave.

"Alright, this is John Roebuck. I'm an engineer looking for work, and mainly for passage. The where isn't so important, so long as the journey and the ship are interesting. Ideally, you would have a shuttle for rent, but if not, I'll make due on board the main ship."

He paused, scratching the side of his head.

"As long as you aren't military Alliance, that's good. I don't mind if you support the Alliance or whatnot, but those official-types make me antsy. So. Yeah."

Another pause.

"I hate these gorram things. Never know what to say. Anyway, if you have a ship and you need an engineer or general mechanic, I'm willing to fly anywhere, so long as I get a ship to stay on and interesting times. I guess that about covers it."

Sending the wave out, John leaned back in his chair, sighing. Hopefully he'd be able to find some fun, maybe some nice ships to salvage. He could use the money, anyway. Besides, if he managed to get a shuttle to rent, maybe he could...you know, fix it up a bit. Maybe even put a gun on it. He grinned, nodding to himself. Could be worth the wait.

[Kara Monroe]

After another long morning of repairs and cleaning Kara entered her office. She tossed her lunch plate on the desk before walking around it. She hated this part, the constant worrying, the repairs, it was all very annoying to her. Add to that children on her ship... She had just sat down and picked up a cube of protein, when she saw the light blinking on her screen.

She reached out and tapped it twice and watches as the lights turned on and a small video was waiting. Kara raised a brow and played the recorded message. A mechanic, well an engineer really, but they needed a mechanic that much was for sure. A smoke crept across her lips and she tapped what she needed to wave him.

She had only missed his first message by a matter of moments, perhaps he was still around.

"Hey, this is Kara the Captain of the Rayya." She sat back in her seat as she spoke she hated these blasted things. "we are not an Alliance ship, nor do we plan on ever becoming one, no need to fret about that, but we are in need of a mechanic. After all ones that like flying and adventure," she stressed the word adventure. She had no plans on just flying around through space. No, she was going to carve a piece of this space out and make it a home. Though first, she needed a crew, then she needed jobs. Though for Kara jobs required adventure. She was trained and use to such things, why change it now? "though for the moment we are still in the middle of repairs, if you can get to Paquin we will be a week or so." she didn't know where he was. Well the Wave might beable to tell her but she was still getting use to the thing.

[zeekela]

John leaned back in his chair, looking around at the others using the public cortex. He still had some time before his session expired, he thought, leaning back to look at the ceiling, jumping in surprise and falling backwards as his console beeped.

"Ow, gorram chairs."

He picked his chair up, glaring at the people who were now watching him as he hit the button to view the wave.

"What're you lookin' at?"

Hm, Paquin wasn't too terribly far. He could probably stow away on a ship headed that way if he had to. Repairs would keep them there a week? Grinning, he began a quick reply.

"I can be there in a couple days. Repairs shouldn't take more than three days. You got yourself a deal, captain. And a mechanic."

Nodding to himself, he sent the wave. The Rayya, huh? Nice ring to it.

[Kara Monroe]

A mechanic, that had a nice ring to it, and was bond to put a smile on her sister's face. Kara ran her fingers through her black hair and just looked at the man for a second. Yes, this would work out after all. If he was planning on coming to her...

She paused the thought to take a sip of her drink. If he was coming to her then there was a good chance that she wouldn't have to pay those local mechanics more of her hard earned money. Well, it wasn't that hard to earn it, she cheated at poker to get this money. No that anyone else needed to know that fact. Her fingers ran over her screen, and she tapped the button.

"I look forward to seeing you then, Dock B, Slot 6." She always felt like she was playing some crude game when she called out things like B-6, she didn't really know where that thought came from, perhaps something further back in her childhood, but she couldn't recall. All she could remember was the training, the one thing she longed to forget like her sister had. "First payments for the crew is after our first assignment that I have lined up. See you when you get here." She sent the wave, it was short, and to the point, but she didn't know how else to be at the moment. She hated looking for a crew, but more than that, she hated that her ship wasn't running. She felt like a sitting duck, well, only time would tell.

[zeekela]

John grinned. That was easy. He hadn't expected to find a ship so quickly, not that he was complaining. He quickly logged off of the Cortex, grinning to himself. Now how was he going to get off this rock? The walk back to his apartment went quickly, most of it spent planning his jump off the planet to Paquin. Getting onto a ship shouldn't be too difficult, he thought, packing his equipment and tools.

Honestly, these trading ships needed to up their security protocols, he thought, sorting through his duffel bag as he relaxed in the crawlspace. These Knorr class ships had a ton of little hidey-holes. Which he loved, really. They were always good to stow certain....items away. Laying back, he sighed quietly to himself. Now to wait until Paquin. Things were looking up.