RP: NSS Alliance Dignitaries and Diplomacy

The bathroom was filled with a deep, booming "HOARRRGHH!!" and the sound of a heavy stream of vomit filling the bottom of the toilet bowl with cloudy, red and orange bits of food, as the bowling ball in his stomach became a bit lighter. "Uh, fuck..." He breathed rather heavily, his throat physically hurting from vomiting for over five minutes. His cheek on the relatively clean rim of the bowl and his hand gripping it, he spat the last bits of vomit out from his mouth and showered, cursing the bartender who sold him the last bit of high-proof liquor.

"Fucking bullshit..." He muttered to himself, not bothering to put on the top of his uniform. It was too damn hot for him at the moment, anyway, so he resorted to wearing a white wife beater while talking a nice little walk down the decreasingly wavy and wobbly hallways of the NSS Alliance, ignoring the salutes from lower enlisted men and frantically saluting any officer he met on his way to the cafeteria. "If that fuckin' sugar-tit caretaker gives me any shit..." He muttered to nobody in particular, just the two boots that hit the floor every time he stumbled.

Fian sat in the bunk for a while, putting back some of the things he took with him on shore leave and taking out a fresh uniform from his locker. Along the way to the showers he answered some polite questions from the new arrivals, who now seemed to have lessened in the corridoors and are now settling down. Along the way he choose to stop by the new Medibay to take a look.

Having waited till the excitement over it had simmered down, the Vel Steyr had an unobstructed view of the medical room and its shiny apparatuses. He looked at each of its equipment and tried to guess its function. A small smirk made its way across his lips. Hmm, I wonder if they have anything for that Red whose face I caved in.

Fian gasped and caught himself. Something inside him said that it was wrong. But he had it comming, yes. The bastard bought it upon himself. The Vel Steyr quickly shut everything from his mind untill he turned on the shower knob, hoping that the hot water will wash away more than just the dirt on his body.

C&C master (cooking & cleaning)

Still no sign of the rest of the kitchen staff. The only thing worse then cooking by yourself for a large group of people was the dishes after. Fortunatly aside from the pots and pans used for the cooking, only a tray was needed for the soldiers to eat off of. Another benefit of having burritos. Chris made a burrito for himself, all the while staying in the kitchen.

"Seems I'm gonna be stuck in here for awhile."

Kokuten strode over in the line, and picked up a tray and loaded some food on it. He was glad to have met some of the crew, now he didn't feel like a stranger.

Some of these guys are pretty weird, but hey I just coughed up a cigar, so what.

The Cyborg took his tray over to one of the tables and sat down to eat.

AFter a little bit a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes stumbled in a bit sleepily. "Sorry, I overslept." She said, this was Ayumi, the youngest cook, but also the most talented. She had a unique creativity when it came to large meals. Soon after her, her older sister Rin came in, she had lighter brown hair with green eyes and her skin was a bit darker in color. "Well I tried to wake you up." she said to the girl as she walked in. "oh hello"

Lonesome no more

Had it been a male Chris would of went off, not only for being late but for being in the kitchen, but he was very happy to see these two. Not because they'd be able to help, he just enjoyed their company a lot more then his own.

"Oh, it's good to see you two again. I take it you enjoyed the shore leave. Any idea where the others are?"

His feet kicked up a tiny dust storm as he hurried to the ship in port, hoping that he wasn't all too late. He cursed at himself inside his head for not getting up earlier, he was never late. He practically charged up the ramp him and his two small bags having multiple near-misses with other people. As he finally reached the top of the ramp, he took a second to slow his breath. He had been in such a hurry to catch up that he hadn't really been able to take a look at the ship, but now he was inside it. Slowly looking around in awe, he completely lost track of where he was. He dropped the small duffel-bag in his left had and slowly ran his fingers along the metal making up the walls, almost convincing himself that he could just feel the strength of the ship by touching it. He gathered himself and his dropped bag as he began to walk through the halls, not really knowing where to go. He had heard there was an advanced AI on this ship and hoped that it could give him some directions. So he looked up tentatively towards the ceiling and spoke a little nervously.

"H-hello, ship's AI? I am looking for my quarters and current instructions. This is Gran Keats, Soldier Third Class, Technical Sentry."

A young blonde haired woman with green eyes appeared in front of Gran, her female Nepleslian uniform and short green skirt hugging her body as spoke, "Hello Gran, I am the Avatar of the NSS Alliance though the crew has taken to calling me Ally.â€

He had been expecting a disembodied voice to descend from somewhere on the ceiling, so needless to say he was quite surprised when the beautiful female materialized right in front of him. He dropped the smaller bag in his right hand as he jumped a little, a few screws spilling out of it. He stared for a split second, amazed, before quickly looking down and tending to his dropped bag, hoping that Ally wouldn't think him rude for staring. He couldn't help but watch her as she turned, his mind and body in conflict over the reality of this woman: she was a hologram, but she was right there in front of him. He quickly stood up, picked up his bags and cleared his throat as he followed her.
"Thank you... Ally. Um, that's a wonderful name."
He smiled as he thought about how glad he was that the ship's representation was something more personal than just a voice that emanated from the shadows. Thinking more about who he was to report to, he continued.
"Sub Lieutenant Jet, where would I be able to find him?"

Rico spent a good while sitting in the Alliance's mess hall doing absolutely nothing. The rest of his group had either quieted down to eat or sauntered off to pursue their own agendas, leaving Rico feeling a bit left out. He didn't feel hungry, and with the free time before the captain was expected to make a statement, Rico decided to take a stroll. He had always felt better walking...felt it gave more justice to his good looks.

"Eehh, I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna take a walk...â€

Ally stopped in front of Rico and smiled good naturedly, "That is a great guess but I'm the ship's avatar. Soreta just left the bridge and I will be happy to introduce you to her if you would like.â€

Rico quickly brushed a free hand through his hair again and chuckled, apparantly not convinced. Although, Rico thought her voice was vaguely familiar.

"Can't say I've heard that one before. So, if you're not Soreta, care to give me with a name to go with that pretty face? I thought I heard the new kid call you Ally-"

Before Rico could finish, he heard a small snicker behind him. He turned his head a bit to catch a glance at who it was...two marines a bit farther down the hall. When they saw Rico looking at them, they both burst into a fit of laughter. Rico didn't know whether to laugh with them or be annoyed by the interruption. Finally, Rico turned the rest of his body a bit to address them.

"Hey guys, common, we're kinda havin' a moment here." Rico said making a slight gesture towards Ally.
"Rico, that's the fuckin' ship AI, ya dumb shit." One of the marines said in-between his giggles.

Rico gave them a funny look for a few seconds, his brain processing the situation. He turned back to Ally and stared at her for a few moments with a quizzical expression sprawled on his face, before picking up his hand and stretching it out towards the center of her chest. Of course it went straight through her, to Rico's slight surprise, and he quickly retracted his hand and flexed it a bit. There was an awkward silence in the hallway for what seemed like years to Rico. However, gathering his bearings as quickly as possible, he cleared his throat and put on his flirtatious smile again.

"You know, I always said you were a very beautiful ship."

Gran was too well absorbed in looking over the interior of the ship, marveling at it's sometimes simple, powerful grandeur, to notice Rico approaching. He almost stumbled a little as Rico edged him away.
"Huh? Uh... I guess."
He had quite a confused look on his face as Rico spoke with Ally, and he was about to correct him when Ally spoke. He then smiled at Ally with a 'You're welcome' for the compliment and a 'Thank you' for the information on Jet. He looked back at Rico, wondering who he was and why he seemed so interested in this Soreta... He smiled as the marines hassled Rico and he stuck his hand into Ally. He wondered how she felt about him doing that, or if she felt at all.

Ally's hologram laughed softly, "Normally men at least buy dinner for a woman before sticking their hands inside of her.â€

Benji who had suddenly decided to stalk Rico [ ] listened to this with not even a flicker of emotion. He was well aware that Ally could probably sense he was there, but he really didn't care. After Ally's last comment Benji was hit with a wave of un-controllable laughter. He was still giggling as he walked out from where he'd been standing and over to Rico.

"So Ally, so true..." Benji said, followed by more giggles. He put a hand on Rico's shoulder and tightened his grip so that he was pressing against a pressure point in the man's shoulder. After he was sure Rico's shoulder was numb, he let go and put a hand on Gran's shoulder. " 'Nother Greenhorn eh?" he said and then gave Gran a hard pat on the back. "Good, after you've put your stuff up, go up to the mess, self serve buritos and the captian's eventually gona come down and talk to us." He said and then looked over at Rico, "Dude, get a life... a REAL social life... and AI's don't count..." He looked at Ally "Catcha later..." and walked off, back towards his room.

Rico slouched and rubbed his shoulder, mumbling a few choice words at Benji as he wandered off. After he was out of sight, Rico felt another awkward silence settling in, and turned back to Gran and Ally. He relaxed a bit and straightened up, putting his hand in his pocket and laughing shortly before speaking again.

"Well. Guess I owe you a dinner then, eh sweet cheeks?" Rico said with a grin. Rico then turned his gaze to Gran, his eyes sizing him up for a second or two. "Tell ya what baby, I'll do you a favor and take the new kid on the dime tour." He said, quickly reached around and pulling Gran foward, then slinging his arm around his shoulder. "After that, we can talk about your rules on wanderin' hands in more detail. Sound like a plan cutie?" Rico joked, shaking Gran lightly as he spoke.

"Very well, If it is alright with Gran I will leave you two alone while you give him the tour." She looked over at Gran after she said this, waiting for his response.

 Gran was a little surprised as an explosion of laughter preceded another person joining the already growing pow-wow. As Benji came over and grabbed Rico on the shoulder, Gran almost cringed a little knowing how uncomfortable that grip must have been. As Benji addressed him, Gran nodded his head with a small smile, proud to finally be serving his people. He lurched forward a little, definitely surprised, as his back was hit. He smirked and thanked Benji as he informed him about the waiting food. As Benji walked away, he leaned sideways to Rico and whispered:
"Betcha he's jealous you got to her first."
Gran didn't know whether Rico was actually flirting with the AI or if he was just out of his mind.
"Umm, I don't know. I mean Ally is the ship's AI, she surely knows every part of the ship down to a nanometer. But if Ally wanted to do the specs and locations and you the hangouts and fun stuff, I guess that'd be pretty nice. Unless, of course, you don't want to or if you have something else to do, Ally."

Rico listened to Gran talk, a bit surprised by his manner of speech. Shit, this guy sounds like he's about to piss himself... Rico thought silently to himself. Never the less, after Gran was done talking Rico turned back to Ally and puffed his lips into a false-pout, trying to look as sickeningly sad as possible.

"Yeah, unless you got somethin' else to do, Ally." Rico said, trying to imitate Gran the best he could.

"I believe it would be best for you to get the tour from one of the crew." Ally said, "It would be most enlightening."