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Post by robertborden on Apr 7, 2009 11:35:53 GMT -5
Captain Borden was sitting by the ramp of his ship, slightly off to the side so as not to be completely visible unless someone was looking for him. His crew was set to arrive one by one so as not to look like an alliance crew.
This type of ship would be the prototype for future alliance ventures. If successful there would be more undercover vessels taking down smugglers, and since most of these smugglers seemed to be independents maybe there numbers could be reduced enough that the alliance could regain control. These were the thoughts of Robert Borden. All that was left was to wait. He hated the fact that he wasn't going to be wearing a uniform but that was only a side note to the actual role of captain.
He sat there and waited for his crew to arrive.
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Post by amaia on Apr 13, 2009 18:18:08 GMT -5
Amaia gazed at the Horizon for a moment. It was unlike any other transfer she had taken part in - she was in civilian clothing. On her back was a pack that contained her common clothing, in her left hand a small trunk that contained her nice clothes - as well as her Alliance uniform - and tucked between her fingers were the transfer papers, ordering her to find and report to one Robert Borden. In her right hand was a slender, longer case. Inside, protected by the special climate-controlled foam-like lining of the case, was her sniper rifle, sub-machine gun, as well as various accessories for both. There was a slot for her sidearm, as well, but that weapon was currently strapped in a thigh holster on her leg.
She was told to look the part of a transport crew. And she did. Jeans, an aging t-shirt, and a gun that was clearly visible.
Amaia walked up to the man sitting next to the Horizon's ramp.
"Cap-er Mister Robert Borden, I assume?" she asked. She nearly snapped to attention when she first addressed him, but quickly shook herself of habit. "My name is Amaia Sang. I was given these," she offered the transfer papers to him, "And told to find you." She stood silent for a moment before adding, "It's a pleasure to meet you," as a civilian gesture.
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Post by robertborden on Apr 14, 2009 16:34:28 GMT -5
"You can still call me captain, ms. Sang. Welcome to the Horizon" He thumbed through her papers as he walked into the ship he did a head nod signaling his new first mate to follow. Once on board he went over to the side where people on the street couldn't see what was happening inside.
"Now, I'd like to see your id before I tell you anything about the ship or how it is to be run. however, you will refer to me as Captain or Captain Borden while on the ship but when in the presence of non-alliance you can shorten it to cap or just Borden if the situation call for it." Despite the seemingly independent spirit of the ship itself, he needed to make sure that alliance discipline and ideals were upheld.
He had looked up he file and knew from the picture that this was Amaia Sang, and he knew of her impressive and diverse resume. However, all who entered his ship would be given a blank slate, whether this made it better or worse for them, he didn't care. He wanted to judge them based on their current abilities and not those shown in the past.
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Post by amaia on Apr 14, 2009 19:45:34 GMT -5
Amaia reached into her pants and pulled out her ident card, handing it to the captain. "Of course, sir, I completely understand." She looked around. "The Horizon's still an Alliance vessel, even if it doesn't say so on the hull."
The discipline Borden asked for was absolutely acceptable by her, and even to some extent appreciated, even if she hadn't consistently been in the disciplined environment of an Alliance craft for a few years.
"Just to make sure, Captain, you have received my file, correct?" She paused for a moment. "My whole file, or were the brass not keen on handing that out to you?" She didn't want to brag - in her mind, it was imperative that Borden knew about her past. The last thing she needed was for him to be a hard-nosed officer who would scorn her for discharging her firearm without a report - let alone some of the more illegal activities she had engaged in. At the very least, if he was going to be a hard-liner when it came to rules, she needed to know what to tell him and what not to.
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Post by takemeout on Apr 16, 2009 16:37:18 GMT -5
Francesca stood outside The Horizon, taking casual peeks at the entrance. She didn't want to just barge in.. well she did, but this was Alliance business. She would have to restrain herself a little. She dusted down her short, soft grey dress, wondering if she should have worn something different. Then again, she was told to dress casual..
The whole thing was pretty new to her. She hadn't flown with Alliance much, even though this was to be 'under cover'. She toussled her dark hair and dropped her bag to the ground. She thought it'd be polite to wait outside until she was called. She sat down on her bag and rested her head in her hands.
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Post by amaia on Apr 18, 2009 15:23:51 GMT -5
Amaia hesitated a moment for an answer from the captain when movement of a shadow outside caught her attention. She looked down the ramp and saw the shadow was not moving, instead waiting at the ramp of the Horizon.
She nodded to the captain for a moment - the interrogations back and forth could wait. "I'll look," she said before fingering the safety of her sidearm off. Her hand rested on the pistol grip and the other on her belt as she walked outside.
The girl was in a dress, which caught Amaia off-guard; she was not expecting that. She quickly caught herself, though, and reminded herself that clothing didn't make the person, and this woman could have been a heartless killer.
"You there," Amaia called. "What can I do you for?"
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Post by takemeout on Apr 18, 2009 15:34:57 GMT -5
Francesca straightened up with a dart.
"Oh! I'm here for an interview.." Her speech grew a lot less sure as she eyed the woman's gun, her hand hovering over it. The Alliance sure did mean business. "..I'm a pilot". She smiled faintly.
She quickly rose to her feet, her boots kicking sand about. She reached out a slender hand to introduce herself. "Eva Londe." She was so used to using that name for Alliance business that it just slipped out.
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Post by robertborden on Apr 19, 2009 11:35:06 GMT -5
Borden called "It's all right Amaia, she can come in." He double checked that she was actually his pilot before saying this. According to her record her name was Francesca "Frankie" Arianna but she had been using the name Eva Londe. It seemed as if her real name was considered secret but he had been given access to those records as well when searching for the right crew.
"I will need to see some sort of identification Ms. Londe," Borden said as he faced toward the ramp. His crew was going to be the best in the verse if he had anything to say about it.
He stayed inside the cargo hold of the ship and sat on a large crate. he motioned for the two to sit on some of the other crates nearby.
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Post by takemeout on Apr 19, 2009 11:55:06 GMT -5
Frankie glanced towards the opening, hearing a man's voice inviting her onboard. She bent down and grabbed her bag. Scooping her hair to one side of her neck, she manoeuvred the strap onto her shoulder.
She looked at her new captain, surprised at how young he looked. And he wasn't wearing a uniform. This put her at ease a bit. She didn't like heavy Alliance work, it scared her a little. That's why she thought this job would be good; act like you're not Alliance. No uniforms and hopefully more life than their ships tended to have.
"I will need to see some sort of identification Ms. Londe,"
"Of course." She smiled, unzipping her bag to retrieve her ident card. Ms. Londe. She was relieved when he played along. She didn't know how high up this job went and wasn't too keen on being recognised.
She handed him her identification info and took a seat on the crates he'd gestured towards.
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Post by amaia on Apr 24, 2009 18:42:37 GMT -5
Amaia sat down on a crate facing their new guest. The woman seemed peaceful enough, and the captain didn't seem to feel threatened, but Amaia was still on edge. The last thing the Horizon needed was a skirmish the first day.
"So, captain? Everything check out with our new guest?" She kept her eyes on Eva and her hand conspicuously close to her gun, as a reminder that she was ready to fight.
((OOC - sorry for the shortness, just cutting a post in to establish Amaia's position, also to bump thread lol))
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Post by robertborden on Apr 26, 2009 11:28:54 GMT -5
"Yes, Ms. Sang, she is our new pilot." Robert wanted the rest of the crew to arrive soon so they could get under way. Every minute they were on land was another minute that someone had to undermine the Alliance.
"As I was say a moment ago, I have been given access to your full and unedited files. " This was both an answer for Amaia and a hint to "Frankie" that he knew about her past. She had been chosen due to her skill in hiding her identity. she and even got the alliance to go along with it. He was impressed at this. "You are both the best at what you do and your records show this greatness. However," he paused for dramatic effect, "none of that will help you here. You will start with a clean slate. Whether this is good or bad for you does not matter to me. You will be judged based on what you do here and now."
Borden had known a General once that had been a hero in the Unification. He had led and won massive victories. He had once defeated an independent stronghold without losing a man. For several months Borden had been under his command and soon realized that his previous skill and attributes had left him and he was merely adequate as a commander. For all I know, these two have had near death experiences in the last couple days and will only be shells of who they once were.
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Post by takemeout on Apr 26, 2009 15:18:05 GMT -5
"I have been given access to your full and unedited files. "
'Oh, dear..' Frankie thought. She gathered from this that he knew exactly who she was. She respected him a lot more since he didn't call her out on it. She was starting to really like her new captain. She began to think that this Alliance gig might not be too bad.
"You will start with a clean slate.... You will be judged based on what you do here and now."
She couldn't believe it. A clean slate. She couldn't help but smile that bright smile of hers when he said this. This is what she wanted and what she was trying to have for years. Even though he knew who she was he didn't care. He gave her a new beginning. He gave one to all his new crew.
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Post by robertborden on May 21, 2009 14:28:54 GMT -5
So Ms. Ariana, AKA Eva Londe, was happy about the clean slate. That would be one step toward the negative in Captain Borden's opinion. He looked out toward the opening of the ship and saw a couple random crew members (alliance gun-hands mostly) and a couple of Alliance official posing as passengers. He checked their identification as they boarded. a doctor, two gun-hands and a cook. The 3 "passengers that entered were also there for defensive purposes.
Borden continued on from his earlier speech, filling in the newcomers. "Here and now, we will be heading to St. Alban's. There are some old Browncoat weapons there that we are going to be picking up. A mechanic is also being transferred to our ship from one of the Alliance Stations located there."
Borden paused and began to walk toward the stairs. He stopped when he reached them, turned around and said, "You have all been assigned stations and shifts, the information is in your bunks. We will be leaving within the hour...Dismissed." He stayed at the bottom of the stairs to see if any of his crew had questions or concerns.
(OOC: Anyone who would like to join the crew can take the place of or replace any of these nonplayer characters)
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Post by takemeout on May 22, 2009 16:54:35 GMT -5
Frankie sat on the crate, swinging her legs slightly. Some movement by the entrance caught her attention. The rest of the crew. The gun hands were obvious to her. As was the doctor, smartly dressed as he was. The others didn't stand out, but she knew they must be Alliance officials. She smiled warmly at them as they made their way onboard.
Her captain began talking again. They'd be heading to St. Alban's. Frankie gave a little shiver at the thought of the freezing temperature and the wind. She knew she could steer a ship through almost anything, but St. Alban's was messy business. And, a lot of the time, risky. She tried not to think about the 'mission' going south, assuring herself that the Alliance ship would hold steady.
St. Alban's would also give them a mechanic. That news added to the new crowd made her smile. The ship was going to be pretty full of new people. As long as they weren't all cold, political or money driven bores that would be perfect.
"You have all been assigned stations and shifts, the information is in your bunks. We will be leaving within the hour...Dismissed."
'Within the hour?' She hoped she could get to grips with the system in time. She hopped spryly off the crate and grabbed her bag. She'd been on a few Alliance ships so she had a good idea where the bunks would be. She headed for the stairs to get first dibs.
"Captain," she smiled and nodded a little at Robert as she passed by him.
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Post by thedoctor on May 23, 2009 9:36:38 GMT -5
Rourke admired the massive ship as he stood with the rest of the new recruits. He'd spent most of his life land side, only off world to travel to and fro. Through the opening he could already see three people. A man looking very much in charge - Capt. Robert Borden. He recognised him from his picture on the Horizon files. The two others were women. Rourke grinned. It was rare to have such beautiful, and young, women onboard an Alliance ship. Well, in his experience anyway.
He made his way up the ramp, stopping at the top to rest his bags. He opened a case and pulled out his ident card to hand to Capt. Borden. He quickly straightened his brown, pin-striped suit jacket before picking up his bags again and strolling into the cargohold. Dropping his effects again, carefully, he folded his arms and listened to Borden's instructions.
'Picking up weapons.. Sounds like a doctor'll be needed..' He welcomed the danger the job would almost certainly bring. Although, he couldn't help but tighten his jaw at the mention of Browncoats. That word always reminded him of too many things. He coughed, clearing his throat and mind.
He bent down to scoop up his bags yet again, sighing as he did so. He headed for the stairs, eager to see his room and more importantly, the infirmary. First, he'd have to introduce himself to the captain properly.
He made his way over to him, extending a hand, "Mr. Borden, Dr. Rourke Swan." The bags were getting a bit heavy now. "So, then, Cap'n. Where's my bunk hiding?" he asked when Borden had finished speaking.
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