wayward soul[orlando crew]

[benbarrow]

Ben nodded at Ceren and gave her a smile. A first mate, exactly what he needed. Especially now that his crew had gotten so big.

"First mate huh?" Ben asked. "Interesting. I think we might find a place for you here. Come on. We'll get you and the rest sorted out."

Ben himself was keen on honesty, and if there was something he didn't like it was liars. Therefor he himself took pride in being honest. Especially toward his crew.

He jumped on a crate and stood on top of it. If these people we're going to be flying with him, they deserved to know who he was and what was going on.

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Ben said. "My name is Ben Barrow, and before you start wondering: yes, I am the man you heard stories about. The Alliance will have you believe I'm dead, but as you can see I'm still very much alive. Now, I don't mind them telling everyone I'm dead, since it has given me more freedom to move around. But on the other hand, it means I have to step twice as fast to avoid them, which means turning down a lot, if not all honest jobs."

Ben looked for a brief moment at those who would be his crew. They looked like an able bunch, and something told him they wouldn't mind being bad guys.

"As a result, it means this crew has to take on jobs that are less legal, but more profitable." Ben continued. "We go after the big bucks. Big money means big risks, but in the end you will find that the money will be worth every risk you've taken. I pay a lot, but I expect a lot of hard work in return, and you will often find yourself doing more than just your designated job."

Ben took another look at the people in front of him. The last time he made a speech like this was during the war, in the final days on Hera.

"I keep an informal ship." Ben continued. "That means that you can call me by my first name. But know this: I have zero tolerance for insubordination. If I tell you to jump, you jump. You do not ask how high. I have been known to always give people a second chance. But if you shame my trust however, and if you shame it twice, I throw you out that door over there. And depending on my mood I will decide whether it will be planetside, or out in The Black."

Ben gave it a few moments to let his words sink in. He then jumped off the crate and stood eye to eye with his new crewmates.

"Alright." Ben said. "If you can live with everything I just told you, the bunks are that way. If you can't, cargobaydoor's over there and you can be on your merry. No hard feelings."

Ben waited to see what would happen. He didn't expect anyone to walk away, but he wouldn't harbor grudges nor think less of that person if they did. After all, the Orlando crew wasn't like any other. Because unlike most, they took pride in misbehaving.

[roxanne]

Roxanne already understood all of Ben’s rules. Since the butting of heads about the Bible, she had kept it away in her quarters. Though she had a cover if she wished to take it out of her quarters, which she had yet to do yet. She fiddled with Nathaniel’s dog tags as she gazed around the cargo bay. Roxanne already felt her same old bubbliness come about. As Alec would know, no one would know what hit them when it came around to her being her good old self again.

Roxanne shrugged. ”Ben if you want I’ll cook tonight. Just tell me what.” Though Roxanne wouldn’t say it, she held little faith in the captains cooking. Nor most men’s cooking, which right now came down to him, Alec and that guy Ben had been talking to. She learned to cook form her mother, especially after the many disasters of her father. She hopped around slightly as she clapped her hands softly, looking at Alec. ”Alright I’ll show you the engine room. Our last mechanic didn’t last long and we haven’t been able to find another. And I really, really, really need you to look at it before I take off.” She turned to Ceren and the new medic and smiled brightly with a soft wave of her hand. ”I’ll probably see you guys at dinner or something tonight? Or you can visit me in the cockpit.”

Roxanne was caught off guard when her brother picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. ”Hey! Alec!” She began to pound on his back, but it came down to nothing as he simply picked up his couple bags and Roxie’s one before he began to head up the stairs, asking for direction to the engine room.

[alec]

Alec nodded, figuring he could get along fine with Ben. He already knew he could get along with his sister, aside from the occasional sibling fights, and everyone else he move along as he went. Though it seemed there were an awful lot of women around. He thought he left that behind on his father’s ship. Eh, whatever. Alec could got along here just fine and if Ben wanted to keep him on a little while as a mechanic then he figured something could work out. A Firefly was something very rare to come by.

When Roxie mentioned showing him the engine room, he figured her plan out. She wanted him to stay. Alec would figure that out along the way. He loved his sister, but if he felt like leaving he would. He was his own man after all and there was only so long he could stay around his family for. As she said her salutations to the new crew, he stretched his arms over his head. Alec had one of those gut feelings that it was going to take a bit to look at that engine.

With a swift motion, he picked his sister up and threw her over his shoulder. One of their old moves whenever he wanted to push her along. ”Geez sis you think you could take a bath every once in awhile.” He held on tight to her knees as he reached down for his two bags and her one. As he made his way up the stairs he turned to the captain, Ben. He knew the guy and heard stories from their dad-which Roxie had as well. ”Thanks for the passage Ben. I guess we’ll talk about that mechanics position.” He nodded with a purpose as Roxanne continued to struggle and protest in his arms. ”Dude, Rox, if you continue to hit me I’ll never put you done. Now, which way to the engine room if you guys want this ship running smooth.”

[Ceren Aatos]

It was straight-forward and to the point. Despite the fact at the best of her words had tried to steer away subtly from the idea of her being a First Mate here, Ben appeared to be already considering it. Well, if he decided she was just what he was looking for, she wasn't going to argue with that. It meant room, board and some cashy money in her pocket. Of course, there was a moment where Ceren glanced back the way she'd come. There was that bar, and the dusty road. Not a lot of prospects that way, but this way? Muddy brown eyes narrowed on the Captain, then scrutinised the cargo bay a second. This way brought some promise of wealth. A smart person would probably turn around and walk away at the mention of keeping ahead of the Law. Luckily, Ceren wasn't ever accredited with an overabundance of "smarts". Unless it was in terms of survival. Well, she liked to play it down at times. Just the mystery woman in the back with a few more guns than a person should have, and a pretty direct view of the 'verse. Mostly focusing on the immediate and how it affected her.

The duffle had already been hefted up over her shoulder, free hand brushing at the coppery highlights amongst brown locks. Big boots set to the grating as Ceren Aatos moved to step passed the crate, and the Captain. As she went, taking note not to get caught in the little sibling rivalry, her voice muttered out towards Ben.

"So same ol', same ol', then."

Ceren knew the score. She'd played by these kinds of rules enough times to probably be classed amongst the veteran outlaws, bandits and smugglers. It wasn't ever entirely the same, though. The people were different, the way things tended to pan out usually worked out different, too. It all depended on who was who and how they ran things. Ceren didn't know about this ship. It had all the makings of getting gunned down by the Bolivian army, severly outnumbered and outgunned. But at the same time, she doubted this ship was gonna fall out the sky anytime soon.

Well, only one way to find out, right?