Time to Work [Crew]

[Lars Engström]

[[Sihnon Docks, Sihnon, January 27th 2523. 1730 local time]]

The ship touched down, and Lars relaxed. He hadn't done much actual flying for a while, but it had all come back to him as the journey to Sihnon progressed. Trace being out of action was not exactly helpful, but it was what it was, and he would rather have a little extra to do himself than get delayed even longer. Besides, the doctor had said 3 weeks, which wasn't all that bad, and Lars loved flying anyway, something about it, well jhe envied Trace's job sometimes. There had been complications, the job they had been initially contracted for had fallen through, he hadn't recieved all the details, but all that mattered was they had nothing. He had a moment of panic when he couldn't find any work, but lucky for him there was a cargo job, and he had snatched it.

"Ladies and gentlemen," He said into the comm, as he finished with the post landing checks, "Welcome to Sihnon. The local time is 5:30 and we here on the Star would like to be the first to welcome you to yet another rock in space." He replaced the handset and stood up. Stretching as he looked out onto the planet. "Well," He muttered, "It could be worse." He sighed, and headed towards his office, "At least we are getting paid."

He entered his office, and grabbed a couple pairs of working gloves, shoving them into his belt. He also grabbed his pistol, and holstered it. If the last few stops they had made were anything to go by, he was going to be ready. The last thing he needed was to have another crew member injured. He grabbed a couple papers that he might need, and then headed out of his office, and down towards the cargo bay.

As he walked past the common area he found the boy, Seamus was his name, sleeping on the couch. "Wake up." He said, tossing a pair of gloves at the kid, "Time to prove to me it was worth keeping you around." He paused only long enough to pull the blanket off the kid, and then headed out the door. "Get the gloves on and get to the Cargo bay." He said, and headed down the steps.

He made his way down the steps and then over to the door controls, opening them, and being hit by the late afternoon sun, and a rush of noise. He held up a hand to shield his eyes, and saw the man he was looking for.

The man was short, and stood next to a large stack of official crates and boxes. He wore an official looking suit that was about a size too big for him, and a hat that was too small. He came over to Lars as the door opened.

"You're Late." He said, in a rough voice looking at his watch, "I've been here half an hour, looking like a fool." He glared at Lars. "I had half a mind to find someone else."


"Considering I picked up this job at the last minute," Lars said, indifferently, "I would think you would have been happy I came at all." He held the grim look for a moment before his face broke into a smile. "How have you been James?" He asked, clapping the man on the back and then looking down at him. "Still the same aversion to vertical growth i see?" He laughed slightly as the man gave him a rather dirty look.

"Not everyone is a weed like you." He said, making a rude gesture, "It's a wonder you can even find a way to stand up straight in that damn ship of yours." He smiled, slightly, "But all the same, I've been fine. Looks like you haven't been doing too bad yourself?" James lit a cigarette and gestured at the boxes. "Here it is, i hope you got more than just you in there to haul the stuff?"

Lars laughed and shook his head, "No, I have a crew, hold on." He headed back into the ship and grabbed the comm. "All hands to the Cargo bay, we have work to do." He said, and then replaced it on the wall. Then he headed over to where James was now sitting on one of the Crates, "They should be here anytime." He said, and then proceeded to wait.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan was the first down the ramp bouncing a little with a giant grin on her face. She moved over to Lars and wrapped her arms around his “What’s going on Cap’n?” Her smile moved from Lars to James, “Hi! I’m Jordan..” She glanced at her oiled covered hands and decided it best not to offer her his hand. Though she took some kind of glee from being dirty and touching Lars. It wasn’t that she enjoyed making him dirty, well there might be some of that.. No it was just a simple thing she loved her crew and she was touchy with all of them in turn. Though, it was uncomfortable with most of them still.

The mechanic smiled when the man introduced himself to her. “Cap’n I’m going to take a look at the primary buffer panels.” She tried her best to do things like this when they landed, after all it was better for her to keep tinkering with things and checking on them than letting things fall off the ship. After all she didn’t want to hear about the space monkey pulling her ship apart again. Leaning up and kissed his cheek before turning her attention to the ship. She didn’t really wait for him to tell her it was alright, he knew her habits and only telling her no would mean she would sneak around him to try and look at the mechanical thing she felt she needed to.

Bouncing over to the ship she slowly began her climbing to check out the panels.

[Lance Howe]

Trace was recovering on his own and only required the occasional check-up as he sat about killing time until he could get back to full duties. Not only did that mean Trace had nothing to do but Lance was back to having no work too. Luckily he'd gotten his supplies on board and was spending his new found free time building his own pharmacy with homemade distilled drugs and medications. It was time consuming but it was cheap... maybe not entirely safe though.

The doctor reported to the cargo bay as ordered. Jordan was already out and skipping around doing her happy mechanic thing. It seemed she never had an off day even when a reaver was tasting her arm or she was being used as a human shield. With no imminent assignment and the only crew member already present and not busy doing their own thing, Lance took a seat. Orders would come soon enough. If Lars wanted anyone to talk with the contact then it would be Dru, or Jeff, or even their new acquisition Mack, not the doctor.

[Jeff Weston]

Half asleep Weston rose from his hamock from under the far wall stairs. The noise of the ramp earlier on only stir his mind into getting around. Now as the Cap boomed on the coms Jeff rubbed his eyes. He was sleeping harder than normal on the recent events.
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Now the work realy begins moving to a hand cart he dragged it behind him. Gruffly he dragged the cart past the Cap and some other one who's offical look was laughable. Still he moved to the stacks and loaded six on to the cart. Taking a deep breath h hauled them back into the ship.

[Seamus Callahan]

When the captain found Seamus, sprawled out all across the couch. One arm draped over his eyes, the blanket half on the floor. Seamus jerked awake with a snort, his already messy curly hair insane from the tossles of sleep. He blinked blearily at Lars, eyeing the work gloves laying on his stomach like they were a dangerous animal about to bite him. He groaned and rubbed at his face (noting dimly that he needed to shave) as Lars stole his blanket away. The captain was gone in a few more seconds.

The musician yawned, pulled himself into an upright position and felt his back pop and creak in protest to his night on the couch. Nevertheless, he swung his long legs off the couch and pulled the gloves on his long fingers.

Making his way down to the cargo hold with dragging steps, Seamus joined the task force still yawning. "Mornin' Jordan, Doc..." He had yet to meet Jeff officially, so he just gave him a smile and nod. Despite his lethargy, Seamus was in good spirits. He soon put his body to work with manual labor - helping Weston load the cart and hoisting a crate on his own to load.

[Lars Engström]

Lars nodded as the crew arrived, and smiled slightly as Jordan clung to him. "Whatever it takes Jordan." He said, with a chuckle, "Keep her in the air." and he returned to the matters at hand.

Seamus had just poked his head in, and was now down on the bay floor, and Lars inclined his head slightly. "Good evening dream warrior" He said, with a wry smile, "I hope you slept well?" He didn't wait for a response, merely gesturing at the crates and moving towards them himself."Alright," he said, nodding at Weston and Lance "Get it all loaded."

Lars moved to help the crew move the crates. "So tell me James," he said, as they hauled the crates in and stacked them orderly, "What is a guy like you doing here?" He grinned, "I thought you had bigger plans." he smiled, grunting slightly as he lifted a crate. "Jeezus," he muttered, "what the hell is in here." He winced, as his foot reminded him of the recent ankle damage.

"Long story," James said, with a growl, as he loaded crates as well. "Maybe I'll tell you sometime." He chuckled and set the crate on the stack. "And as for what this is," he grinned, "It is just medical supplies, and some nutritional supplements." he sighed, "Everyone needs something it seems."

Lars laughed at the jibe, and took another crate. "I guess that will have to do for now." he said, with a shrug. "I'll hold you to that." He set his crate down, and he grabbed some straps as the final crates were set down. "Catch." he said, tossing the end of a couple straps to James and Seamus, and securing them on his side.

[Lance Howe]

Jeff and then their stowaway, Seamus, soon arrived to work. Both looked half-asleep. That was expected from the kid but it was odd to see Jeff, normally fully alert and prepared to kick serious ass, simply trudging along. Everyone hits their limit from time to time and perhaps the recent injury was catching up to him. The man needed a health day more than an assignment to move some heavy crap from place to place.

As ordered, Lance joined the loading operation. If time wasn't an issue he would have preferred to just let Seamus do all the lifting since such tasks were his only job now, fitting payment as well as punishment. The fact that Jeff was also working also hindered any plans for fitting justice since Lance was not about to half-ass it and cause Jeff to suffer as well as the kid.

[Lars Engström]

Lars smiled as they finished up the business of securing the cargo, turning to James, he took off his glove and offered a hand to shake. "Well, looks like we are all set." He said, "Do I need to sign?"

"Yeah, yeah.." Muttered James, with a wry smile. He accepted the hand shake and then offered the clip board he held. "You know the drill." He pulled out some cigarettes, and lit one.

"Beautiful." Lars said, with a mock sigh. "Always more work than it's worth." He chuckled and signed the page, handing it back to James. "We'll catch up some time when you aren't so eager to get rid of me.." he said, with a wink. Then he turned and spoke to the crew. "Alright, if you need anything get it now, cuz we are heading out soon as we can." He returned his gaze to James, and then walked with the man to the door. "Take care of yourself." he said, plainly.

"Sure, sure... I'M the one who is eager to get rid of someone." James growled, with a hint of amusement. He followed the captain out of the ship, and gave a mock salute. "You take care of your own self before you worry about me how about." He said, giving the younger man a gentle shove. "Now get out of here, before i think better of letting you handle my goods."

Lars laughed at his antics, and then nodded. "Alright then." He said, "I'll do that then." He returned the salute, before heading back into the ship, to take care of the last little bits of business. It was good to have something to do.