INTERLUDE 5 - START!!
One of the things which separated independent vessels from registered and licensed army vessels, be they Nepleslian, Yamataian, Iroma or even NMX is the fact that each of them have a support net under them. If something goes wrong, there's an excellent chance someone is there to catch you. Not quite the case with an Independently manned vessel, since at best you had some shaky favours, good intentions and dumb luck.
Furthermore, a lot of things were missing in Independent ships. In an army, you had weapons, armour and a spiffy looking uniform provided free of charge, and possibly retirement and dental plans. On an independent vessel, the closest thing to a dental plan will involve a sledgehammer. Chances were that the sledgehammer was yours, too.
Second, if you had a complaint with the behaviour of certain members the crew, you could take it up with a human relations consultant and he'd get something done, maybe tell the bugger off and fine him or put him on probation. In an independent vessel, you'd pay tickets to watch people 'settle their differences' like civilised gentlemen/women/its.
Finally, you were expected to wear your uniform proper or face scolding. Whereas on the ISC Crimson Kestrel
, home to the crew of the ISC Phoenix, it was a very, very different story.
It'd been only a couple of minutes since the crew had successfully retaken the Lady of the Night
, belonging to Enzo Bortelli, resident miscreant, rogue and all around loveable do-badder. The crew had decided to take some form of rest after this brain-heavy mission.
"Hey pops," The captain told his father as he walked over to the kitchen on the second deck of the Kestrel
and got himself something to eat, idly assembling a salami sandwich.
"Hey so-whoa," Sebastian walked past the kitchen, and decided to keep walking. Luca walked out and went the opposite direction, snacking on the sandwich in hand.
"Hey John," Luca said as John walked past, who stopped dead in his tracks, did a double take and continued walking.
"G'day Mel," Luca mimicked a Delsaurian accent as best as he could.
She was sitting in the lounge watching something on the TV and turned around, "G'day b-WAH," She turned the other way with a blush on her face, "Cripes, boss."
Luca continued on unperturbed and sat down on the couch to Melissa's left, leaned over and grabbed the remote, switching the show to some kids cartoons
, then flicking over to a re-run of Dave the Marine III
, then over to something that caught the captain's interests.
"Are you feeling deprived of energy? Do you need a fix in a hurry? You need THRUST!
Thrust will deliver electrolytes and Protein! Now in MANLY flavour!" The ad then continued in a de-soto voice, "Warning, drinking too much of this will make you become morbidly obese, if that happens to you get a body transfer 'cos we aren't taking responsibility for it.
"Wot are you pondering?" Melissa asked, trying not to make direct eye contact with the captain.
"I have an idea. Call the others. I'd like to discuss this idea with them," Luca decided to tautologise as he finished his salami sandwich and crossed his legs on the couch.
"Yeah, I'll do that, but there's a slight problem, y'see?" Melissa said, finally making direct eye contact with the captain, "Y' can't conduct meetings arse naked!"
Luca looked down at himself, hairy chested, hairy armed, hairy legged, lightly athletically toned and naked as the day he was born, then looked up tilted his head at Melissa with a sidelong grin, "Are you questioning my logic?"
"No shit! Do I sound like I'm discussin' Yamataian Philosophy?!" She stood up and stomped off for a moment before returning with a pair of heart print boxers and threw them at the Captain, getting him in the face, "Put 'em on or yer idea gets unloved."
Luca sighed, "Fine..." He stood up, turned around and put them on, then sat back down, putting his arms over his head in a stretch, cracking his neck then cracking his knuckles.