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Post by takemeout on May 27, 2009 17:44:58 GMT -5
Frankie looked around the massive ship as she made her way to the bunks. Well, to where she hoped the bunks were. She hummed a song softly. She stopped in her tracks and went silent. That song had a habit of popping into her head and as much as she loved it, it reminded her too much of The Creek. More importantly, of it's Captain. She let out a short breath before she began to walk again.
She eventually reached the corridor that the bunks lined. Now she wasn't sure which one was hers. Borden had said their mission information was in their bunks, so they must be assigned specific ones.
She made a face as she thought, tilting her head slightly. She was starting to think a little like Goldilocks from the tales of Earth-that-was. Try them all and see which is just right.
It was then that she noticed the litle signs next to each door. 'Captain', 'First Mate', 'Pilot', 'Mechanic' and so on.
"Well, that seems perfectly logical.. now."
She took a step towards the door but stopped when she heard someone behind her. She hadn't actually had a chance to get acquainted with any of her crew with everything moving so fast. She waited so see who it was.
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Post by amaia on Jun 22, 2009 16:21:27 GMT -5
Amaia walked past the Horizon's pilot, on her way to the cockpit. She wanted to get used to the ins-and-outs of the ship, both for her own comfort and tactical advantage, should they ever be fighting on home ground.
She smirked when Eva jumped. "Don't be too scared," she said with a smile, "it's just little old me." Amaia opened the door to her cabin and threw a small bag she had carried in from the cargo hold before looking at the pilot. It was hard to believe that this pilot had proven herself in any kind of hazardous situation, but it had to be the case if she was here, now.
"I don't think I got the chance to meet you, aside from my...rash few words at the beginning there." She offered her hand. "Name's Amaia. I caught yours. Eva, right?"
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Post by takemeout on Jun 25, 2009 5:37:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Since we have a layout now this might be a bit off))
She was startled to see the first mate round the corner. She seemed perfectly nice, but she did put her a little on edge with her guns. Frankie could use a gun well enough, but wasn't the biggest fan. In the right hands they could save lives. But in the wrong hands...
She got rid of these thoughts, spreading a warm smile across her face. "Yeah, I didn't really get a chance to talk to anyone. Thought I should get to grips with the controls before we take off." She extended a hand, still delicate after years of piloting. "Nice to meet you, Amaia. Do you mind me calling you by your first name? And yup, it's Eva."
She smiled broadly, but inside she couldn't help but feel bad everytime she had to lie about herself. Countless times she wanted to drop the act. The search had been called off long ago, but some folks wanted to use her for ransom. Mostly lowly Independents. She'd heard them plotting in a bar once, to take Francesca Arianna hostage. Her father would be bound to pay anything they asked.
Once again, as she usually done, she wiped her mind clean as the grin appeared.
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Post by amaia on Jun 28, 2009 20:19:16 GMT -5
"Amaia's fine with me, although you may want to see how loosely the captain wishes to run the ship; he may still want military formalities."'
Amaia glanced towards the bridge. It was a nice room - the ship itself wasn't the hottest vessel in town, but the Alliance had sprung on some deluxe upgrades, and the cockpit was one of those places that really showed the love. New displays, new consoles, a few sensors hidden here or there, focusing outside and inside the vessel.
"Ever flown a Dragonfly before?" Amaia asked the pilot. "I have to admit, the vessel is a bit foreign to me, although then again, I haven't traveled on all that many different types of ships in the first place."
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Post by takemeout on Jun 29, 2009 17:54:55 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to do that.. Don't wanna get off on the wrong foot with 'im'."
She hadn't done too much heavy duty Alliance stuff. Last Alliance ship she was on, things were a little more... personal. She followed Amaia's eye-line to the bridge and mouthed a little 'wow'.
"Real nice ship. By the looks of things it should be a dream to fly. Uh, yeah, I flew a Dragonfly for a little bit. Handled real good. I've been on a few. Kept a Swift Ox flyin' for a while, as best as one could hope to anyway.. But it was on a Sandburg that I learned to fly." A little nostalgic smile entered her features. "This ship looks good. I'm looking forward to taking her out."
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Post by amaia on Jul 6, 2009 16:37:24 GMT -5
"I think we're all getting a little land-sick," Amaia said. "The way of birds and their crews, I suppose. It's always nice to feel solid land under-foot, but I know I get anxious to fly again."
Amaia closed the door to her cabin and took the short jaunt into the cockpit and looked out the window at the sky. "I think we're all excited to see what the Horizon can do." She looked back at Eva. "Well, the Horizon and her crew. This thing is a gambit in every sense of the word."
Amaia sat down in one of the chairs on the deck, still gazing outside. "Of course, no better sense of satisifaction when you can prove radical ideas work."
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