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Post by conrad on Feb 25, 2009 17:57:49 GMT -5
((This takes place before/during the beginning of Whitefall - before the Esteem gets there, as I'm assuming it will.  )) Newly appointed Captain Conrad Garrett of the Alliance Cruiser Esteem stood in his new office with a thoroughly disgusted look on his face. The place reeked. Clearly no one had bothered to clean it in weeks, months even. There were oddly colored splotches on the carpet, a layer of dust on most of the shelves, and papers and files scattered across almost every flat surface. A few dishes sat on the table on one side - a plate with moldy crumbs, a cup with some vestige of liquid congealed in it, and a tarnished fork. Needless to say, there was work to be done. He'd call one of the enlisted men in to do the dirty work of cleaning. He pitied the man chosen, and would see about a bonus, but the room had to be scoured clean. For the moment, though, he could at least tidy a bit. The papers found their ways into neat stacks, ready for sorting. A silk handkerchief he found crumpled in one of the drawers served well enough to banish the dust from the shelves. The dishes he simply dumped into the trash receptacle. They had plenty, after all. The room had a lot of potential, now that he could look past the grime. It was spacious, much more so than his previous quarters as first lieutenant of a small reconnaissance ship. The carpet was a beautiful cream where it wasn't obscured by stains. On the regulation white walls he saw studs at various intervals around the room, practically begging for art to adorn them. The desk and the table were both of real, honest wood, mahogany by the look of them. He shuddered to think of the cost. The chairs were more practical plastic alloy, but sleek shiny black, with lush, comfortable-looking cushions. Yes, he could make this room his own. Somehow, he felt that the condition of this room wouldn't be the only thing that changed as a result of his arrival on the Esteem. He'd taken a walk around in his civvies earlier, and seen enough to convince him that he had work to do. Nothing extremely obvious to an outsider, simply small evidences of lack of discipline - uniforms not neat and clean, floors dirty, weapons left lying on tables. Conrad was fastidious by nature, and expected a certain amount of said quality in the men he commanded. Brushing at a streak of dust on the sleeve of his uniform, the new captain opened the door to his office and stepped out into the hall, intending on going in search of someone to take care of his carpet. |
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Post by kyliegrasan on Mar 6, 2009 6:52:54 GMT -5
"Communications... communications... communications..." Kylie thought as she went through the hall looking at every doorplaque she came across. Someone had pushed a big pile of paperwork in her hands and told her to bring it to the Communications Room. Easy enough, she had to go to see the captain of the ship anyway. She had already been on his ship for an hour and she still hadn't seen him yet. She figured it would be best to wait until her nausea had passed.
Luckily she felt a lot better after she vomitted and taken a pill against the nausea. But when she told Tom she was ready to see the captain someone else pushed those papers in her hands.
Kylie stopped and looked around. Where in the 'Verse was the Communications Room?
A midshipman passed her by and she decided to ask the young man where it was.
"Excuse me midshipman, could you tell me where the Communications Room is please?" Kylie asked.
"Yes ma'am!" the midshipman replied. "It's further down the hall. I think the fifth door starting from here, ma'am!"
"Ma'am." No one had ever called Kylie like that. It made her feel old. Yet she knew it was something she could expect when addressing an enlisted. And the midshipman seemed as new to the ship as her. Normally, she'd take the time to explain to the young man that he didn't need to call her ma'am but right now, Kylie really needed to get hopping.
"Thank you midshipman." Kylie said. "I appreciate it. Bye!"
She took a step in the direction the midshipman had pointed out for her, but then noticed the young man kept standing there. He wasn't going anywhere until he got permission from Kylie to go.
"Oh! Ehm... ah... dismissed midshipman!" Kylie said.
The midshipman clicked his one heel to the other and then was on his way again. Kylie started making her way toward the Communications Room as well.
But then, just as she was about to go in, a male redheaded corporal walked out and against her with a lot of force, causing her to let go of all the papers and make her fall to the floor, butt first. The papers flew through the air and rearranging them would certainly take hours.
Kylie sat up straight, even though her butt was sore, and looked at all the papers that were now scattered across the hall floor. She then looked backward, only to find the corporal still walking and looking back at her, laughing at her in a mocking way.
It was hard enough trying to live on a spacecruiser, but it was probably something Kylie could get used to. But having to live with this sort of insubordination was something she probably couldn't live with. Yet, Kylie knew she didn't have what it took to set the corporal straight, so instead she sat on her knees picking up the papers, wondering on how she was going to explain this.
[OOC: I've left the road wide open for ya Jac. You can have Conrad help her out picking up the papers from the floor, or you can have him stop the corporal and discipline him. But knowing you, I think I know what's going to happen... xD]
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Post by aaronpark on Mar 6, 2009 19:49:44 GMT -5
ooc: i can get rid of this post if you want and start a new thread about joining the crew. If you want me too, just post or message me
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Aaron scanned the coordinates on his navigation computer. Only a few more minutes until he reached the Esteem. -Posting me on one of the giant gorram cruisers is probably my father's idea of a funny joke- thought Aaron as the cruiser came into view. He could see that it was an older model but that was fine with him. The newly enlisted Lieutenant (ooc: his father, the General got him the rank) ic: reached over and grabbed a blue sun cola and took a sip.
"Esteem, this is Lieutenant Aaron Legran, requesting permission to board," he called.
"Lieutenant, follow the lights and board in docking bay 'A'," replied the communications officer aboard the Esteem, "And welcome aboard Lieutenant."
"Thanks," Aaron replied. It was nice to see some courtesy in the Alliance. He swerved the mid-sized shuttle around the alliance cruiser and began to dock.
ooc: i hope the Esteem is in space or none of this makes since
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Post by conrad on Mar 10, 2009 10:18:36 GMT -5
((Yes, the Esteem is in space. I don't necessarily mind you posting here, but you won't really be interacting with Kylie and Conrad, as they're in a different part of the ship. Unless you have him run into them, which would work.))
Conrad had just about given up on finding anyone alive on the thrice-accursed ship. Either everyone was hard at work - doubtful - or hiding in their quarters. As he turned a corner, he heard a thud and the sound of papers falling. The corporal of the marines was walking directly towards him, still looking over his shoulder and laughing at the young girl in military dress sitting on the floor.
He took in the situation with a glance. As the corporal approached him, the man's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Conrad's epaulettes. Before he had a chance to open his mouth, Conrad's arm shot out and grabbed his arm, dragging him to stand directly in front of the new captain. His mouth set in a grim line, he maneuvered the corporal's arm up into an awkward salute.
"You're in the presence of your captain, corporal! Act accordingly. Stand for discipline!" he barked. Conrad was normally mild-mannered, as captains go, but he could not stand to see a woman harmed. The corporal snapped to a pose that was somewhat short of true attention, but Conrad let it slide.
"What kind of officer strikes a woman, I ask you? And then mocks her misfortune? You're not worthy to bear the title of corporal. I hereby demote you to private. Your punishment is to report to the captain's quarters and clean them until they are spotless. I want every stain out of that carpet, mind you!" The corporal, now private, hesitated, looking very much like he wanted to argue. "Now, private!" The man jumped and quickly turned, walking as swiftly as he could down the hallway, past Kylie again, away from the captain.
Conrad followed much slower, pausing next to Kylie. "I wonder how long it'll take him to realize he's going the wrong way." He glanced down to see her fumbling for her papers, and frowned. Although, as captain, his dignity shouldn't allow him to do this... well... it's not like anyone was around to see. He dropped in to a crouch and began gathering up the stray papers.
"Here, let me help you with this..."
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Post by kyliegrasan on Mar 11, 2009 11:18:31 GMT -5
It appeared Kylie had found the captain. It's funny though, Kylie was expecting someone older... and fatter. Had there been a change of command on the Esteem? This man looked nothing like the one Tom had described to her.
Kylie kept collecting the papers as she heard the captain demote the corporal to private.
"What goes around, comes around." Kylie thought as she picked up the sheets of paper.
But then it suddenly hit her. What was the captain going to say when he saw that the dispatches were all mixed up? It's not like it was her fault, she hoped maybe he could see things that way too.
"Here, let me help you with this..." The captain said as he crouched. Kylie now had no idea on how to act. Was she to stand up now and salute her captain? No, if he stayed crouched she would stand higher than him, and he'd have to look up to her. Maybe he wouldn't have that. No, that wasn't a solution.
Perhaps the best thing was to keep collecting the papers and see what the captain would do. Maybe a little thanks to the captain for him helping her out would be in order.
"Sir. Thank you, sir." Kylie responded in the strict manner they had taught her in the military university.
Kylie collected all of the papers that were scattered, but then wondered on how to ask for the papers the captain had been collecting. Perhaps wait for him to give them to her? No, that wouldn't show too much initiative. This was it for Kylie though. Whatever she did now, the impression she made on the captain now would last, and so far she was off to a bad start.
Carefully, Kylie stuck out her left hand to the captain, hoping he'd give her the papers. She knew she wasn't going to get back on her feet either until he did it first.
"Sir, with your permission, sir..."
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Post by conrad on Mar 12, 2009 10:08:51 GMT -5
Conrad's long arms made quick work of gathering up the papers that had fluttered to the edges of the hall. He shuffled them together in a neat pile, trying to ensure that most of them were facing the right direction, right side up. It didn't take long for all of them to be corralled into their hands.
The captain could sense a certain amount of uneasiness from the female lieutenant he was helping. The bars on her sleeve told him she was the ship's Diplomatic Officer, which somewhat surprised him. He'd expect their DO to be somewhat more at ease with those of higher ranks.
Sighing, he mentally braced himself - time to make some first impressions. The situation with the colonel had been based almost solely on instinct. This would actually take tact.
"Sir, with your permission, sir..." he heard her ask.
Conrad smiled easily and handed the stack of papers to the girl, waiting for her to have a secure grip on them before he let go. "There we go, all taken care of. I don't envy you the task of putting them back in order, but at least the imbecile that caused you this trouble will be stuck with worse." He grinned at the thought of the red-haired idiot scrubbing at the disgusting carpet in his office. Served him right, for trampling over his superior officer - and a woman, at that.
Bracing his hands on his knees, he straightened with a groan. His back was going stiff, a sure sign that he'd been awake a good deal too long. Well, that was ship duty for you - he had a long time yet before he'd be able to sink into his bunk.
"Captain Conrad Garrett, at your service," he quipped. "And you are?"
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Post by kyliegrasan on Mar 12, 2009 11:55:23 GMT -5
"Captain Conrad Garrett, at your service. And you are?"
Kylie tried not sigh from relief. The joke Conrad made about the recently demoted redhaired private had put a smile on her face. She didn't believe in revenge, but she did believe in decency. And running over someone and laughing at them wasn't very decent. Or nice too for that matter.
Kylie stood up and quickly wiped the dust of her knees before standing straight. She felt at ease now, yet she knew better than to break military code.
"Sir, 1st Lieutenant Kylandra Grasan, sir." Kylie replied. "Diplomatic Officer, reporting for duty, sir."
Kylie opened her left chest pocket with her right hand and took out the blue datacard that had her personal information, along with her marching orders on it. (*)
"Sir, my marching orders, sir." Kylie said as she stuck her right hand out, waiting for Conrad to take it.
[OOC: (*) I don't know what the Alliance uses to document things, or to transport data. I did a quick sweep on the movie Serenity (when The Operative looks at Malcolm Reynold's record) but I can't seem to find anything, so I've come up with a card system. If I missed something, tell me and I'll change it.]
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Post by aaronpark on Mar 12, 2009 17:01:11 GMT -5
Aaron docked the shuttle without trouble. He grabbed his brown bag within which were all his personal belongings. They were the usual, some non-regulation clothes for leave, a 6 pack of cola, a picture of his grandparents, and the photo of his father that he was ordered to bring. He would try to dispose of or hide this as soon as possible. He walked off the shuttle hoping that his father hadn't called ahead. He wanted to make his own impression.
At that instant a redhead wearing the uniform of a corporal collided into Aaron, almost knocking him over. The readhead stopped and looked back, he looked angry at something so Aaron decided to give him a break.
"Where you headed in such a hurry," asked Aaron.
The Red-head sighed and said, "I just got demoted for hitting into a lieutenant and now I have to go to clean the carpet in the captain's quarters.
Aaron looked down the hallway on either side to make sure he knew where he was in relation to the ship. He had spent a couple days studying the layout of the ship. "Well... it just so happens that the captain's quarters are back the way you just came"
The corporal-now-private got angrier, if it was possible and yelled, "I'm really starting to hate this gorram ship," as he ran back the other way.
This ship is more fun than I thought it would be, Aaron thought as he strolled down a hallway perpendicular to the one the private ran down. I need to find the captain to introduce myself he thought. Maybe, he'll be near the helm.
Lieutenant Legran proceeded to walk the halls to the helm.
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Post by amara on Mar 14, 2009 18:40:48 GMT -5
Amara walked with a sort of cat-like grace down a set of stairs, that lead to another set of stairs, and then one final set. This vessel was large, not something Amara was necessarily used to. When she'd had her own ship, it was tiny; fit for only one occupant. It had been plenty comfortable; so much space made Amara feel almost claustrophobic.
She reached a corridor and noticed a straggler walking in the opposite direction. She'd never seen him before, so she instantly jumped to suspicion. "Hey!" She said, striding his way. "Who are you?" Amara was a higher-ranking lieutenant on this vessel and she carried herself appropriately in order to convey that fact.
"You have authorization?" she asked, hands on her hips.
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Post by aaronpark on Mar 14, 2009 22:10:47 GMT -5
Aaron turned and was surprised to see another Lieutenant talking to him. He liked it when people greeted him this way, suspiciously. He felt as if it gave him a mystery. Aaron turned and saluted the Lieutenant It's always nice to make a good first impression
"Hi, my name is Legran," Aaron stopped and remembered that this was in fact an Alliance ship, "Sorry...Lieutenant Aaron Legran. I'm the new pilot and I was headed over to the bridge to take a look at things before meeting up with the captain."
Aaron put down his bags and soda (the soda second so as to make sure it didn't spill). He reached into his shirt pocket where his id should have been...he must have left it back in the hotel he had been staying at. Oh yeah, I needed a coaster and there was nothing around.
"This is embarrassing, but I seem to have misplaced my identification," Aaron smiled awkwardly, realizing that his uniform was still slightly disheveled. So much for first impressions
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Post by amara on Mar 15, 2009 13:22:11 GMT -5
Amara inclined her chin upwards as the "new guy" saluted and introduced himself, making her appearance feel a little taller. His informal slip-up when revealing his name was one strike for her. Her already-slitted eyes slitted just a little bit more in suspicion as he corrected the mistake. 'At least he knows he made a mistake.'
He was seeing the Captain, hmm? Pilot? Well that would explain his total lack of regard for how disheveled his uniform looked. 'It looks like he just now put it on..'
Amara was not good at trusting people. Ever. It was a staple of her trade and her former trade. The last straw was pulled when this...this...imposter failed to show his badge. Amara's gun was on him just as soon as the last word was from his mouth, her eyes like steel on his. "You have ten seconds to get off this ship before I blast you off it. Now tell me what you did with the real pilot."
He wasn't getting anywhere near the captain, and Amara would make sure of that. There were plenty of people in this 'Verse who would want to assassinate the captain of such a prestigious Alliance vessel...it was sloppy of him to make such a poor attempt.
"You know," she added, "for an assassin, you're appallingly careless. Better luck next time, bao bay. It's been about ten seconds, don't you think?"
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Post by aaronpark on Mar 15, 2009 13:48:10 GMT -5
Oh Crap, this is not good Aaron thought
He needed to think quickly, maybe a joke...no that wouldn't work.This one looks too professional. Maybe if she just thought he was completely incompetent. Yeah that might work This was not the type of first impression he liked.
"Actually it's only 8 seconds...now it's ten," said Aaron, not helping his situation. "I am the new pilot, I needed a coaster for my soda yesterday and I must have forgot to pick it back up. Plus, I haven't even been issued a weapon yet, how could I be an assassin. Look... just call command, someone there will vouch for me." Aaron had his hands up and stood waiting for a hopefully nonviolent response while thinking that this was gonna be a long day.
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Post by amara on Mar 15, 2009 15:54:16 GMT -5
Amara cocked her laser-pistol, causing it to make a high-pitched sound, as Aaron made note of his ten-second mark. "Do you think you're funny?" She hissed, every fiber of her being illustrating how amused she wasn't. Any self-respecting officer of the Alliance would rather tarnish a tabletop rather than compromise his badge. She was not an imbecile.
He made note of his lack of weaponry, though, and she looked him over a couple of times. He didn't appear to be packing, but she would know better than anyone that weapons weren't too hard to conceal. And she wasn't about to touch this filth to check and see. He offered to call command, and Amara smirked. Reverse psychology--she'd seen it before. Offering to get command down here to check it out was supposed to convince Amara that he was legitimate, thus resulting in her not calling command out of trust.
She wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
There was a communicator on her shoulder and, without taking her eyes or her gun off of the man, used her free hand to push the button and call in to someone. "Captain Garrett, I repeat, Captain Garrett. Could you get down to the bridge on level two? We have a situation. Over."
She released the button and returned the hand to her gun, which she wouldn't take off of him until she had backup. "You just might get to meet our captain after all," She informed him, smirking triumphantly. There was no way she would let Garrett confront harm--he was a hell of a lot better than Captain Olsen, whom she was more than happy to be rid of. She wouldn't lose this one and risk getting him back. No way in hell.
"So let's just sit tight until he arrives, shall we?"
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Post by aaronpark on Mar 28, 2009 12:33:47 GMT -5
"Look, I don't think we need to bother the Captain," he didn't like to but Aaron was willing to use the my-father's-your-boss card when he needed to. "Check the computer, I'm the new pilot, there's probably a picture of me...if not just call my father...General Legran," he would save the my-grandfather's-in-parliament card until later.
He eyed the gun when he suddenly remembered where his id was. He went back over the previous night in his mind...
1. He went to the bar to hit on chicks
2. Struck out and he and his buddies went to another bar
3. Picked up a girl and headed to hotel room
4. Used id badge as coaster
5. Girl stole wallet and left me tied to the bed
7...no wait 6. Grabbed id badge and used it to cut through ropes
now 7. Put id badge into shoe because no wallet
"I just remembered where my id badge is...It's in my shoe, and before you look at me even more menacingly with that gun...I only put it there because i didn't want to lose it after my wallet got stolen," he explained in a fake nervous voice. He slowly began reaching for his shoe and slowly pulled the card from his sock to show to his new "friend"
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Post by amara on Mar 31, 2009 14:43:41 GMT -5
Amara scowled at the pilot, but her face instantly smoothed over with surprise when he claimed his father as General Legran. She instantly slackened her firm hold on the gun, knowing of the decorated general and having huge respect for him. But it remained that this chump was not the General. Kin or not.
Her lip curled upwards a little as he explained about his ID badge, and she nodded impatiently for him to go ahead and grab it. If this man was anything, he was not a threat. That in itself was something to worry about. He was an officer for the Alliance, for God sakes! Shouldn't he have a shred of dignity?
She scoffeda s he pulled it out, and she flinched back a little as he held it to her. "I believe you," She said as she took a quick glance at the information on it. Then she thought, 'That could be what he wants me to do; maybe it's forged and by keeping in his shoe, he knows I won't want to touch and examine it. He won't get me that easily.'
"On second thought," She said, lowering her firearm at last to snatch the badge out of his hand. She examined it quickly, her face stoic, before handing it back to him. So, he wasn't lying. That would have been satisfying if he had been; but since she was just standing here with a smelly hand, all Amara could think about was washing it.
"So this is the offspring of the great General Larson. Big shoes to fill," She noted with sarcasm. "A stolen wallet and a badge in your shoe....let's hope you at least know how to fly."
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