St. Riley's [Riley Crew, Jaclyn, Trevor]

[radegrasan]

[OOC: For those of you that have just tuned in, this is the aftermath of Target Practice. Rade is bringing in Jaclyn and Trevor for medical examination, but other crewmembers feel free to come meet them.]

Rade was relieved to see that the little stir him and his two new friends caused didn't got through to the docks. As usual there was no sight of any authority figures, and the docks were bustling with the usual merchants, criminals, sailors, drifters and husslers.

The Riley wasn't docked very far, and it didn't take the three long to get to it. Rade wondered how Faye was going to react if he brought two people that she didn't know back to the boat for medical treatment, and certainly hoped she shared his sense of altruïsm in this matter. If not, he most certainly was in for it... again.
Rade also hoped Faye would give him permission to shoot Nico, since he was pretty much convinced Nico was the one who took the bullets out of his gun.

"Wait here." Rade said. "Gonna see if the captain's okay with you two coming onboard first. Oh, and if you see a tall black guy walking in or out, do me a favor and shoot him."

Rade walked into the cargobay of the Riley, to see if Faye or Brian were around.

"Faye? Brian? Anyone around?" Rade yelled, hoping one of them would show up.

[jops]

Figures, there had to be a but or an if!
"With my ruttin luck, i bet he won't like strangers on his boat!" Trevor stated with a glimpse of annoyance, ignoring that the captain of the Riley is actually a she. Not that the captain's gender really mattered in keeping up his hopes of getting medical treatment soon.

With all the troubles he went trough to get here, however, it may just aswell be worth waiting five more minutes for an official NO. So he sat on a large metal trunk and started looking around for a water fountain or the like. After the trip trough the sewers, a bit of cleaning up wouldn't hurt.

[deia]

Jac was miserable. Her feet were soaked through, as were her pants up to her knees. There was grime smudged on her cheek and forehead, and caught in her hair, from a few misguided attempts to brush strands out of her face during their trudge through the sewers. The bump on her head had settled into a steady throb, like a toothache that refuses to fade. And now she was standing at the docks, one of her least favorite parts of town, trying her best to be inconspicuous and failing miserably.

She waited willingly enough with Trevor, but made no attempt to make conversation. All she wanted was to see the medic, take a shower, and sleep, preferably in that order. Oh, and spend some of her newly acquired cash - the sole bright spot in the whole affair.

[faye]

"No, no, Del," Faye was just saying to her sister as they sat in the common area of the ship, leaning over a book full of history. History had always been the one place where Faye had always shined in her studies back on McKinleigh; otherwise, she was an average student. "They didn't have those kinds of things in World War Two."

"Why did they call it that?" Delilah questioned with a curious tilt of her crimson-haired head.

"Because there was another war just before it, World War One."

"But--"

"Faye? Brian? Anyone around?"

The call came up faded from the distance of the cargo bay, but Faye heard it loud and clear. She gave Delilah the book and told her she'd be back in a few minutes. As she made her way down to the cargo bay, Faye couldn't help but ponder on the lack of discipline shown on her ship as of late--then again, she was former military and thus held standards a bit higher than most.

"It would behoove you, Mr. Grasan," she said, her voice dripping with acidity as she walked down the stairs and onto the floor of the cargo bay where the young man stood, "to address me as 'Captain Murphy' or simply 'Captain.' We're not that friendly, y'see."

She paused, looked the boy up and down. "Now what's your worry?"

[radegrasan]

"It would behoove you, Mr. Grasan," she said, her voice dripping with acidity as she walked down the stairs and onto the floor of the cargo bay where Rade stood, "to address me as 'Captain Murphy' or simply 'Captain.' We're not that friendly, y'see."

"Right. Had it been Brian calling you by your first name you would've given him a rub over his curly head and fed him a freakin' cookie!" Rade thought in himself.

Before Whitefall Rade had heard Brian call Faye by her first name. Sounded an awful lot like favoritism to him.
But he was never going to be insubordinate. Faye had given him a job and a home but as much as he disliked her lecturing him, he was never going to show it. He just wished she would finally get over the whole gorram bucket of bolts thing.

"Right captain. I'll take note of it for the future." Rade said respectfully. He sure as hell hoped what he was about to tell her next wasn't going to anger her again.

"Now what's your worry?" Faye asked.

"Ran into some trouble back in the city." Rade said. "A bunch of Fenix' goons tried to jump me."

Rade then pointed with his right thumb over his shoulder, toward Jaclyn and Trevor, who were still waiting at the entrance.

"These two people helped me out, but they got banged up pretty good. I promised them some medical help. Seems like the least I could do."

Rade took a few more steps toward Faye, he didn't want Jaclyn and Trevor to overhear what he was about to say next.

"Captain, see the girl?" Rade asked. "She's a real sharpshooter. Got some bonafide eagle eyes in her sockets. She might be worth talking to. She could be that first mate we need."

Rade then looked over his shoulder at Trevor.

"As for the guy, I don't know about him, cap." Rade continued. "I don't know exactly what he does, but he does complain and whine a lot, so I'm guessin' he's a politician or something."

Rade sure as hell hoped Faye shared his sense of altruïsm in this matter. It usually wasn't like him to bring home people he just met, but to him both Jaclyn and Trevor seemed good people. Especially Jaclyn seemed to have proven herself.

"So how about it cap?" Rade asked. "Can I let them come aboard or do you want me to send them away?"

[faye]

"Ran into some trouble back in the city. A bunch of Fenix' goons tried to jump me."

Faye furrowed her brow. Well, I doubt he actually sent them; what would he be willin' to gain? she thought. No, odds are they were just lookin' to fight for the sake of fightin'.

"These two people helped me out, but they got banged up pretty good. I promised them some medical help. Seems like the least I could do."

He gestured toward the two people which Faye now noticed were standing behind him. They looked like they'd been through something fierce, and no mistake. She looked back to Rade and nodded. "Only makes sense," she said as he stepped a bit closer to her.

"Captain, see the girl? She's a real sharpshooter. Got some bonafide eagle eyes in her sockets. She might be worth talking to. She could be that first mate we need."

"I'll be the judge of that," Faye said, and glanced at the girl. She hardly looked like much; hair matted, covered in dirt and grime and such, and injured to boot. Grasan went on to explain that he didn't know what the young man standing next to her did.

"So how about it cap? Can I let them come aboard or do you want me to send them away?"

She drew a deep, slow breath and took her pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket. Tapping it lightly on her hand, she said, "Well, it'd hardly be good manners if they helped a member o' my crew and I just sent them on their way, without patchin' 'em up, would it? Delilah!" she called to her sister, who she now noticed had wandered into the cargo bay and stood at the top of the stairs. "Go to the infirmary and tell Brian we've got two comin' to see him."

Delilah, who had snapped back from her reverie at Faye's command, nodded and did as she was told, skipping back out of the cargo bay. Faye turned to her new guests. "Now, if you'll both just follow me."

[deia]

Jac's forehead creased ever so slightly in a frown when Rade stepped away from them to speak with his captain. She was being talked about, she knew it, and she hated not knowing what was being said. It was plain fact that she wasn't at her best. The trip through the sewers had left her considerably the worse for wear, and she kept having to blink back double vision - not a good thing when your main asset is your aim.

"Don't know if I like our chances here..." she muttered to Trevor. So she was a bit of a pessimist, it came with the territory.

When the captain glanced her way, Jac met her gaze straight and steady. She unconsciously straightened her spine and braced her feet shoulder width apart. Although she'd never been military, she'd impersonated military personnel often enough that it came pretty natural. And she knew an inspection when she saw one, even if it was a cursory one.

The captain looked away and she relaxed, shaking her legs a bit to get blood flowing to ward off the chill in the air. It wasn't until she heard the captain invite them in that she remembered the sack of cash still hanging from her shoulders. That would be difficult to explain - she'd just have to hope nobody asked about it between now and when she could find a place to hide it.

"My thanks, Captain..." she trailed off, inviting the other to supply her name.

[jops]

Before the captain invited them in, Trevor was sharing the same pessimism of Jaclyn. For once, he couldn't have been happier to be proved wrong.
He let out a relieved sigh! Glad to see that it was worth waiting.

Certainly, after the events that happened in the bar, he'd hope that the all that Karma stuff his cousin used to babble about now and then was actually real. Not that he actually felt like believing in that luh suh anyway.


He promptly stood up and begun to follow the captain, without her having needing to repeat the invite. Of course, when Jaclyn thanked the captain, he couldn't be the one to suggest her the name.

"Yeah! Thank you miss!" He came up with instead.
"...and apologizes for the smell and for not being exactly in a presentable state. Unfortunately, you see, we had to take the underground shortcut! Oh, and you wouldn't believe how real-like are the holograms these days!"
The apology was genuine and he acted very friendly and educate towards Faye, but his words were still marked by a hint of sarcasm directed at Rade's escape plan.

[radegrasan]

Jaclyn and Trevor followed Faye, and as soon as Faye passed him Rade hinted at Jaclyn not to say anything about the cash by gently tapping on his shoulder, to indicate the cash she was carrying, and putting his indexfinger on his mouth for just a fraction of a second.
Rade then looked over his shoulder to see if Faye saw him doing anything, and he felt at ease when he found out that she didn't.

He figured it would be nice to have some extra cash that he could spend, so that he wouldn't have to mind his own platinum for once.
He then looked down and saw that his boots and a small part of his pants were covered in sewer goo.

Rade took off his boots and socks, and then walked over to the water hose and started hosing the boots down. It didn't matter that he couldn't wear them for some time now, since he had two extra pairs. As for the socks, he hoped Arabella wouldn't be too grossed out if she'd find them in the laundry.

Rade then made his way towards his bunk, to have a wash and a change of clothes. He'd check back on Jaclyn in a while, to see if she was okay and to divide up their much earned plunder.

[arabella]

Arabella was coming back from town. She had bought some food for the crew. Seemed like they were lacking in that department. Maybe if she made a good impression she could get a place on the crew or on another crew they were friendly with. She preferred to keep moving through the skies instead of staying in one place. If she could ideally get a job anywhere, it’d be on a ship. Ships were always moving and the right ones tried to avoid the core planets as much as possibly.

She carried the satchel of fresh vegetables, fresh fruits, seasonings, and some canned food-including vegetables and fruit-plus some pasta, rice, and sauces. In a container she also had some meat she had haggled down to a fair price. It had taken selling some trinkets, a piece of jewelry and some of her own money to get all of this. The fresh items and meat cost the most-everything else was fairly decent. She had enough for the passenger fare set aside and if she needed more, she could sell one of the gowns. Arabella really didn’t want to until she had more of an idea of where she was going, but she would if she had to.

With the satchel slung over her shoulder, the container of meat in her arms. She walked into the ship to notice a group of people. A smile spread across her lips as she set things on top of a container. She looked around and saw Delilah. “Um did I miss something in the twenty minutes I was gone?”

[faye]

"My thanks, Captain..."

"Murphy, young miss," Faye replied. "Captain Faye Murphy."

She wasn't able to get out another word before the man with her began to emphatically thank her as well.

"Yeah! Thank you miss!...and apologizes for the smell and for not being exactly in a presentable state. Unfortunately, you see, we had to take the underground shortcut! Oh, and you wouldn't believe how real-like are the holograms these days!"

Faye cast him an odd look; a strange one, this boy. "'Twon't be a problem, to be sure. We'll get ye cleaned up. My medic is the best flyin'."

And she meant it. Rade didn't know that Brian had saved Faye's life -- only Faye, Brian, and Delilah knew that. It had been in the Battle of Farren Pass; an artillery shell hit barely five feet away from the foxhole Faye and her fellow soldiers were in. They were relatively unharmed, but a large piece of shrapnel caught Faye across her back in a huge gash. The field medics were no more than soldiers with morphine and bandages -- there was nothing they could do. If it hadn't been for Brian's skilled hands, and his will to keep her alive...Faye knew she wouldn't have survived.

Delilah, meanwhile, was the only one to notice the entrance of Bella. Del had certainly grown fond of the girl -- then again, Del was fond of everyone -- and she walked over to her, forgetting the task which her sister had given her.

“Um did I miss something in the twenty minutes I was gone?”

"Rade got into a big fight, I think," she said. "Those two helped him. Now Faye's getting Brian to patch 'em up."

"He can only patch 'em up if you go down and tell him we're comin', Delilah!" Faye snapped, and Delilah blinked.

"Come on!" she said, grabbing Bella by her free hand. She began to lead her through to the infirmary.

[deia]

"Murphy, young miss. Captain Faye Murphy," the woman replied. The Chinese man chimed in with some babble - clearly the fight had shaken his nerves. She joined the captain in shooting him a look, eyebrow arched at his mention of the not-so-holographic window. Hey, he'd taken his own chances with that one, after all.

"Thank you again, Captain Murphy. If you're medic's as good as you say he is - and I certainly don't doubt it - then we ought not to be too much trouble for him." She scuffed the dirt with one boot awkwardly for a moment. She needed work - bad - and Rade had mentioned they were looking for crew. She chose her words carefully. "I'm Jaclyn, by the by. Professional mercenary and sharpshooter by trade. Don't suppose you'd be lookin' for some help 'round here, would ya?"

[arabella]

Arabella couldn’t help but chuckle. This was one for the books. They weren’t even off the planet yet and he had gotten into a brawl and brought two more people along. Passengers? Or just passer by? She shook her head at Delilah. “Is it always such an adventure around here?” This girl was a sweetheart. Delilah was nice to everyone without a fault. It was a rare gift.

All of a sudden she was being dragged to the infirmary. She tried to resist-the meat couldn’t stay out much longer!-but Delilah had a firm grip so she obediently followed. With a grunt she fell in stride with Delilah. Getting Brian with Delilah was not on the top of her list at the moment. She was trying to avoid him and she was being dragged into the dragons lair.

“How many can this ship hold anyways?” It’d be nice to know how much longer she’d be on the ship-or atleast how much longer there’d be room on the ship.

[jops]

Trevor shrugged and rolled his eyes.
He couldn't say much about the captain, as she obviously couldn't get the reference, but, apparently, even the psycho-girl he met at the pub was puzzled by his statement. Oh well, it wasn't worth explaining it.

"I'm Jaclyn, by the by. Professional mercenary and sharpshooter by trade. Don't suppose you'd be lookin' for some help 'round here, would ya?"

"Just make sure you don't have anyone playing darts when she's around. Seems make her trigger happy!" Trevor adds, almost wishpering to the captain.
Then, louder, he introduces himself: "I'm Trevor, Trevor Rienh! I'd shake hands, but... well, maybe after your medic looked at them."

[darkreaction2]

Patterson was soon to discover there was never a dull moment on the Riley. He'd hardly been christianed the medic of the ship, and already there was trouble. However, he had no knowledge of that at the moment; he was poking through some old medical journals in his spare time. Brian was a little bit obsessive about his work, and he rarely read for leisure or enjoyment. He liked to learn new things and be prepared for any kind of injury, and also to read up on past surgeries and procedures he had participated in or facilitated so that he would never forget what worked and what did not.

The sound of running feet alerted him to the arrival of Delilah and Arabella. Standing quickly, he dog-eared the page he was on and went to the door to watch them coming. "Delilah? What's the matter?" He knew there was a problem; there was no other reason Delilah would run with such purpose toward him and be dragging along a companion, the cook. "Is it Faye?" His heart skipped a beat at the thought that something could have happened to her. He'd almost lost her once, and he didn't want to face that again. However, he had to remain detached and professional to be able to help whoever was hurt, so he struggled to keep his emotions at a manageable level. This was no easy task, considering his heart was beating in staccato now.

The medic didn't call the Captain by her first name out of any sense of personal right or with the intent to disrespect her. It was affection and habit that caused him to constantly forget to use her title. Taking care of her all the time she had been healing, until she'd been lifted out to a better facility, he'd only used her name. It seemed strange to call her anything else, though he really did try to remember.