I ain't no demon, Lord, look to me please
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
Where is our solace, Lord?
Oh Lord answer me
The Silent Comedy - All Saints Day
A few lonely days and lonely nights were only a drop in the bucket for the LSDF Akahar. A search-and-salvage vessel employed by the Lorath Self Defence Force to fly as far away from the Matriarchy's homeworlds to find lost vessels. The most recent assignment to look for the LCS Mok'Ro was proving to be a killer.
In the middle of it was Executor Mar'zhaz Keib. Formerly a pariah and outcast, now the shepherd to a flock of his own. To the Akahar, he was their Captain, or perhaps a benevolent dictator in a banana republic with a land area small enough to count on your fingers and a traitorous former superior.
Deep scans of Tange had been underway for those lonely days and lonely nights. More and more sectors in three dimensions of space around the star system were being crossed off. Vigilance was necessary too; a couple of Yamataian craft had come by and some prodding questions were asked. Keib dismissively explained that he was just a gravedigger on official business. In the end Keib was thankful that none of them were as trigger happy as the Matriarchy ever demonised them to be - at the end of they day they were reasonable people, just like Keib.
Despite a four way territorial dispute between Yamatai, Nepleslia, Lor and the Jiyuuians who once called Tange home, the Akahar had to get a job done and find a single corpse in this crypt.
LSDF Akahar, Bridge
"I spy with my little eye," Keib was reclining in his captain's chair on the bridge, cup of tea in one hand, a yo-yo in the other going up and down without thought, and a mask of pure boredom on his face, "something beginning with S."
"Space," one of the bridge bunnies, the Llmanel replied as she kept her eyes on the scanner, voice as flat as an ironing board and disinterested as a buttery politician listening to an appeal to humanity.
"Da." Keib replied, similarly flatly. He groaned, took a sip of his tea and sucked on his teeth before stating the obvious. He and the bridge bunnies were bored out of their skull. "I spy, with my little eye something beginning with S."
Even Greg appeared to have grown sick of routine, resting their head upon their hands as it thumbed a novel for the umpteenth time, perpetual smile having grown dull with the lack of stimulus.
"Stars," the Fyunnen bridge bunny replied as she kept her fingers away from her part of the console, governing weapons.
"Ye-pah," Keib replied, popping the 'p'.
Then Greg had an idea. They looked at Keib to get his attention and then looked into his eyes. Keib raised an eyebrow and shrugged. It could work for a small laugh. He pressed the Intercom button and started speaking. "Good evening Akahar, Keib here. There is absolutely no cause for alarm."
The New Tur'lista bridge bunny chuckled under her breath and looked up from her console at Keib, who was wearing a smile of his own. "Again, again,"
"Shh shh, let them chew on it," Keib said back under his breath.
LSDF Akahar, Medical Bay
Meanwhile in the decidedly empty medical bay, Vithr had looked up from his comic book, wearing an expression of some worry. Though, he was on a similar tangent of potentially fatal boredom with Keib. All of his patients, if he could call them those, were free to wander around as long as they engaged in non-strenuous activity. This especially meant the snow-white, snuffle nosed Helashio - still a difficult one to account for.
LSDF Akahar, Bunk Rooms
Two soldiers and friends were sitting down on a couch in their dormitory and finding their own way to cure the itch. That got an interruption. "What's he up to now...?" Gough asked, sitting on the couch in his room with Yar'mak and watching some personal entertainment on a screen they'd gotten in a salvage.
"Dunno. Want me to investigate?" Yar'mak said as he paused the video and stood up.
Gough looked at his friend. "We should put pants on first if we're going to go out,"
LSDF Akahar, Recreation Room
Al'ris was lying on the pseudosynthetic grass while tripping gently on native hallucinogens, dressed in the barest essentials. Her good conduct during the pirate raid had earned her an extra ration of recreational substances. The apple experiment that Keib had set up earlier had been disbanded and relocated to his personal quarters since he didn't want to risk people eating the apples while tripping.
"I wonder what potoo bird's yarping about..." Al'ris crooned as chewed on a fruit. She spat the seeds out into a patch of softer soil. "Guess the mimsy will just have to... umh, wear off." It was about half an hour away, if she recalled correctly.
All in all on the Akahar, things were slow. The scans were still underway and little was being located at the moment, save for wrecks of other Yamataian, Nepleslian and civilian ships.
LSDF Akahar, Bridge
"That a Harvester?" Keib said, pointing to an outline on his screen.
"Nope. I think that's a wreck of an Origin-made ship," the Fyunnen bridge bunny said.
"I hear they're alright for Yamataians. Shame I could never get my hands on their kit."
"Do any of you find it kind of odd that a Harvester, a salvage ship made shortly after the Moon Drop," The New Tur'lista bridge bunny said, "is the one being salvaged by something meant for long range missions and colony scouting?"
"With a metric tonne of retrofitting even before the spooks at Lazarus came into the picture; thank you very much." Keib replied. "I'm surprised they don't make a subclass for salvage. These are good ships for capacity and distance." His thought train changed tracks when a blip appeared. "Whuzzat?" Keib asked, going routinely.
"Another wreck, seems mostly intact,"
"Seems to be Lorath."
"Scan it then."
"It's a Harvester...!"
"Get a visual!"
"Check identification!"
"Pinging for beacons now."
The bridge was suddenly aflurry with motion as they verified the identity of the blip on the radar.
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
Where is our solace, Lord?
Oh Lord answer me
The Silent Comedy - All Saints Day
A few lonely days and lonely nights were only a drop in the bucket for the LSDF Akahar. A search-and-salvage vessel employed by the Lorath Self Defence Force to fly as far away from the Matriarchy's homeworlds to find lost vessels. The most recent assignment to look for the LCS Mok'Ro was proving to be a killer.
In the middle of it was Executor Mar'zhaz Keib. Formerly a pariah and outcast, now the shepherd to a flock of his own. To the Akahar, he was their Captain, or perhaps a benevolent dictator in a banana republic with a land area small enough to count on your fingers and a traitorous former superior.
Deep scans of Tange had been underway for those lonely days and lonely nights. More and more sectors in three dimensions of space around the star system were being crossed off. Vigilance was necessary too; a couple of Yamataian craft had come by and some prodding questions were asked. Keib dismissively explained that he was just a gravedigger on official business. In the end Keib was thankful that none of them were as trigger happy as the Matriarchy ever demonised them to be - at the end of they day they were reasonable people, just like Keib.
Despite a four way territorial dispute between Yamatai, Nepleslia, Lor and the Jiyuuians who once called Tange home, the Akahar had to get a job done and find a single corpse in this crypt.
LSDF Akahar, Bridge
"I spy with my little eye," Keib was reclining in his captain's chair on the bridge, cup of tea in one hand, a yo-yo in the other going up and down without thought, and a mask of pure boredom on his face, "something beginning with S."
"Space," one of the bridge bunnies, the Llmanel replied as she kept her eyes on the scanner, voice as flat as an ironing board and disinterested as a buttery politician listening to an appeal to humanity.
"Da." Keib replied, similarly flatly. He groaned, took a sip of his tea and sucked on his teeth before stating the obvious. He and the bridge bunnies were bored out of their skull. "I spy, with my little eye something beginning with S."
Even Greg appeared to have grown sick of routine, resting their head upon their hands as it thumbed a novel for the umpteenth time, perpetual smile having grown dull with the lack of stimulus.
"Stars," the Fyunnen bridge bunny replied as she kept her fingers away from her part of the console, governing weapons.
"Ye-pah," Keib replied, popping the 'p'.
Then Greg had an idea. They looked at Keib to get his attention and then looked into his eyes. Keib raised an eyebrow and shrugged. It could work for a small laugh. He pressed the Intercom button and started speaking. "Good evening Akahar, Keib here. There is absolutely no cause for alarm."
The New Tur'lista bridge bunny chuckled under her breath and looked up from her console at Keib, who was wearing a smile of his own. "Again, again,"
"Shh shh, let them chew on it," Keib said back under his breath.
LSDF Akahar, Medical Bay
Meanwhile in the decidedly empty medical bay, Vithr had looked up from his comic book, wearing an expression of some worry. Though, he was on a similar tangent of potentially fatal boredom with Keib. All of his patients, if he could call them those, were free to wander around as long as they engaged in non-strenuous activity. This especially meant the snow-white, snuffle nosed Helashio - still a difficult one to account for.
LSDF Akahar, Bunk Rooms
Two soldiers and friends were sitting down on a couch in their dormitory and finding their own way to cure the itch. That got an interruption. "What's he up to now...?" Gough asked, sitting on the couch in his room with Yar'mak and watching some personal entertainment on a screen they'd gotten in a salvage.
"Dunno. Want me to investigate?" Yar'mak said as he paused the video and stood up.
Gough looked at his friend. "We should put pants on first if we're going to go out,"
LSDF Akahar, Recreation Room
Al'ris was lying on the pseudosynthetic grass while tripping gently on native hallucinogens, dressed in the barest essentials. Her good conduct during the pirate raid had earned her an extra ration of recreational substances. The apple experiment that Keib had set up earlier had been disbanded and relocated to his personal quarters since he didn't want to risk people eating the apples while tripping.
"I wonder what potoo bird's yarping about..." Al'ris crooned as chewed on a fruit. She spat the seeds out into a patch of softer soil. "Guess the mimsy will just have to... umh, wear off." It was about half an hour away, if she recalled correctly.
All in all on the Akahar, things were slow. The scans were still underway and little was being located at the moment, save for wrecks of other Yamataian, Nepleslian and civilian ships.
LSDF Akahar, Bridge
"That a Harvester?" Keib said, pointing to an outline on his screen.
"Nope. I think that's a wreck of an Origin-made ship," the Fyunnen bridge bunny said.
"I hear they're alright for Yamataians. Shame I could never get my hands on their kit."
"Do any of you find it kind of odd that a Harvester, a salvage ship made shortly after the Moon Drop," The New Tur'lista bridge bunny said, "is the one being salvaged by something meant for long range missions and colony scouting?"
"With a metric tonne of retrofitting even before the spooks at Lazarus came into the picture; thank you very much." Keib replied. "I'm surprised they don't make a subclass for salvage. These are good ships for capacity and distance." His thought train changed tracks when a blip appeared. "Whuzzat?" Keib asked, going routinely.
"Another wreck, seems mostly intact,"
"Seems to be Lorath."
"Scan it then."
"It's a Harvester...!"
"Get a visual!"
"Check identification!"
"Pinging for beacons now."
The bridge was suddenly aflurry with motion as they verified the identity of the blip on the radar.
