Baby Steps (Jordan &/or crew)

[Jeff Weston]

Time line: Before Persphone.
Location: Cargobay

A soft ticking sound was nearly all that was heard as one Jeff Weston moved through a darkened cargobay. The training he had so many years ago was still well burned within his mind that not even having the lights on was not a hinderance for him.

bizzz pop...bizzzzzt pop snap

Weston's heavy stun sticks were and all too familuar sound by now for most on the Star. The stun sticks were the first weapon he was given as a new recruit. Most of the new recruits did not have power up ones but Jeff was one of those odd people that did not like broken or non-usefull items. Yea it could cave the side of a beings head in if they had the force and the right spot to hit. He thoough wanted them to work. Days of rummaging through the scrap heap at the camp did he finally get all the part he thought would work. Did it work? Heck yea and a bit too well for they pulsed and melted the ends on the first attack by him.

Those days gone and he was still tweeking the blasted things remote activation and alturnate Ohm-ing with gps tracking made him proud to have them. Still he had to rebuild and create new ones every once in a while. As to date he only showed one pair but he did infact have five sets of differant specs. Tonight he was using his helm with a night sensor tracking pair in case that his helm had been compromised.

The ticking was the stunners getting close to solid objects. The faster they ticked the closer, a type of echo location. They were performing beautifully. They had sensed the tin cans he had suspended from the ceiling with his mag boots. They ticked and snap-poped as they touched the cans.

Coming to a slow halt he sighed as to catch his breath he was not yet back to full but he was getting close. The reavers had to do better if they were going to get the better of him next time. From with in his helm he heard the soft foot steps of some one coming. So rushing over to his hamock he layed back nearly flipping over just to make it look like he was resting so that none would be the wiser knowing what he did to he carbo bay and the tin cans that he had collected.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan tried her best to move silently though the ship. After all, the ship was small and it wasn’t people seemingly scattered all around the ship. The mechanic stopped moving for a moment as she listened to the one wound that wasn’t part of her ship. Yes, it was a common sound and one she would normally ignore, but Jordan’ hadn’t been sleeping. Being in Dru’s room had help, but since the latest attack she found herself, less and less willing to sleep in her room. The small woman woke up most nights in a sweat, and almost screaming. Her night mares had gotten only worse in the coming days.

Walking slowly over to Jeff’s hammock she just looked at him, her head tilted to the right ever so slightly. Was he actually sleeping? She had seen him sleeping on several occasions, well more than several. Almost every night she walked through the Cargo bay to get to Dru’s room. Well, not lately.

She took a few steps closer to see Jeff still wearing his helmet, that was strange. Lightly, she tapped the pad of her finger on the top of his helmet, being careful, knowing that it seemed to pick up sound and project it to him. She just stood there looking at him for a moment, then she whispered. “Jeff?” She didn’t want to wake him if he was actually asleep, but there was that chance that he was trying to fool her.. Right?

[Jeff Weston]

Silently Jeff sighed knowing that he was busted. Rising in the hamock he removed the key give-away to his nocturnal activities.

Hiya red. Guess your kinda wondering about the helm. I was testing a new feature on my stunners. You wanna see?


Weston had seen a change since he came aboard the Star with Jordan. To him she needed the thoughts of security and protection. With recent encounter of the reavers everyone need that bit of assurance they were safe or could make themself and what's their safe and whole.

Handing over the new pair of stun sticks to Jordan, Weston moved into the hidden field of hanging cans.

Now come towards me with them in either hand. Don't worry their on static mode now...so you won't hurt yourself or me.

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By the way have you thought of learning a bit of self defence? Surely being round Dru you have picked up a sense of it. If you want I could teach you some basics. Learning to defend yourself does not require you to kill anyone.....just make they wish they were.

[Jordan Maxwell]

“I have thought about it, but… I still… I killed that woman…” She sighed, she still had nightmares about shooting her. If anything was going to crack her resolve a little more it would have been that. Not the woman herself but that fact that woman was with child. She couldn’t bare to think about it to long, a few tears started to form within her eyes. Jordan sighed heavily as she began to do as he asked, moving towards him with the stick, listening at the made a little noise.

The small woman had to admit there was a measure of fun to this. She enjoyed the sticks, she enjoyed moving around like this, there was just something. She pushed that away. “I would like to learn Jeff… Just don’t tell Dru, she… She is trying to keep an eye on me and I know she means for the best, but… I keep getting in the way and it seems like there is almost always something going wrong on this boat.” She let out a little laugh moving around, whirling around slowly listening to the beeping. “I don’t think I could stomach killing another person… you know?... Why were you trying to pretend to sleep anyway?”

She lets out a little squeak when the stick lets out a discharge, however she does manage to stop herself from performing her natural reaction, drop whatever was in her hands that made that made that sound and hope that everything was alright. Instead the young mechanic just froze.