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RP: Origin [New arrival] Hey there, Stranger

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Kai

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It was a fairly normal day on Tami, and The Raider remained in Geosynchronous orbit above the Origin facility, in a small grouping with several other ships, including a couple of Jinkan escorts and the monstrous bulk of the MAP, which was busily building another of itself. the ships were peaceful, and life as usual was going along on them. Aerin had returned from her trip down to the planet, and was in the Raider's hangar bay, shooting at the Magcon field with a new rifle prototype Rob Robertson III had given her.
 
The trip was rather boring, but thanks to the last six years, boring suited her quite well. The shuttle was making it's way to Tami and the mega-corporation that calls it home. She had enough of military life, and the secret service too. So, after agreeing to keep what she learned as a SAINT a secret, Camellia Sarri, the buttmonkey of the former Fighting Fifth fleet, was silently discharged from the Speccopps, though it wasn't added to her record.

When her shuttle, which was rented, entered the system, it detected some ships and a yard/station over Tami, and an automated signal requesting permission to land was brodcast.

Life anew. And this time, it will be peaceful.

Oh how she wished it would be.
 
Roke Received the hail, and identified the shuttle it had come from, scanning it and its contents. Finding a Geshrin to be aboard, he called Aerin in the hangar bay "Miss, We seem to have a visitor. Shall I let them aboard?" The computer asked. Aerin stopped shooting at the magcon field and placed the gun over her shoulder. "I don't see the harm in it. Let them come on in. I like having visitors."

Subsequently, Roke sent a reply telling Camellia's shuttle to continue towards the mid-sized green ship with its hangar bay doors open and enter, warning her to be careful of people on the floor.
 
The shuttle received the notice and clearance, and the shuttle's auto pilot flew it into the larger green tinted ship while Camellia was busy packing her rucksack.

"I really hope this place isn't full of the same crazies I keep running into." She muttered darlky as she finished tying her sack and quickly checked to see if she'd landed yet.

"Ok, so another minute or two and I get to see what working for these guys is going to be like."
 
Aerin walked up to the shuttle, nearing the door and waiting a few moments before knocking on it. "Hello? Anyone in there?" she asked of the door, giving it an inquisitive look as if it could answer her. Roke kindly notified the shuttle and its occupant that the CEO of Origin Industries was waiting outside for them.
 
The door slid open when it was made apparent that the head of the company she wanted to get a job from was outside. Out stepped the occupant. Camellia was dressed in nearly the exact same civilian clothes she wore when she initally joined SAINT. She was wearing a pair of knee high, black leather boots with a slightly raised heel, a pair of rather tight gray dress pants, and a pearl white dress blouse, buttoned down twice, allowing her modesty to breath slightly. Slung over her shoulder was a fairly packed rucksack.

"Ma'am," Camellia said with a slight bow. "I'm fairly suprised the CEO of Origin is here."
 
"Why would you be surprised that I'm here? This is, after all, my ship." Aerin said, bowing back. "In any case, I am Aerin Tatst, CEO of Origin industries and Captain of this fine ship, the SS Raider." The woman swept a hand around as if showcasing the hangar bay, which was quite short of spectacular, looking very spartan and not much more than functional. "And, May I ask whom you are, and what your purpose is for this sudden visit?" the very short woman asked, adjusting the blue and gray composite rifle slung over her shoulder.
 
"Nice to meet you." Camellia said, "I'm Camellia Sarri, currently retired. I'm a 4 year Yamataian military veteran." She replied, showing Aerin her 5th fleet rank badge, a keepsake from her old comrades. "I heard that Origin has a need for test pilots and I though I'd see if I could get hired. I have eight months flight time and I'm an expert of the Kylie type armors."
 
"That's quite a record. I think you could be useful." Aerin answered, smiling at Camellia. We certainly do need pilots, In fact, because of our growth we're short on just about everybody. Nearly all our ships are understaffed, but that's not as much of a concern as the manufacturing and research we have going on." The CEO explained, looking about. "Would you like to start the interview process immediately, or would a tour be to your liking? We'd have to take a shuttle down for the interview, anyway."
 
"A tour would be nice." Camellia said, with a smile and short bow. "I would like to know the people I would be working with."
 
"Of course. You can just leave your stuff in your shuttle for the tour." Aerin responded smiling at the woman before her. "Would you like a roundabout trip, or is there any specific part of a ship you like to see the most?" the CEO asked, beginning to walk towards a doorway.
 
Camellia dropped her rucksack back in the shuttle and followed along beside Aerin. "A general round about sounds rather nice." Camellia said with a smile. The long silvery white bangs covering a side of her face swishing aside slightly to show her covered eye closed. "I've worked in so many stations, I can't rightly pick a specific place to peg my interest, aside from Armor piloting."
 
"Then I suppose you'll be upset that our Powered Armor hangar is currently quite empty." Aerin joked, arriving at the doorway, which opened to a small corridor, which allowed them to go to the left. "The area we just left is obviously the main Hangar, and a floor below is the armor hangar. Right in front of us is a crew lounge, which is duplicated one floor up and one floor down." The CEO explained, pointing to a door that read 'Lounge'.
 
"Ah, that's too bad." Camellia said with a frown. "I heard Origin was one of the forerunners in the latest private civilian and military contracts that are outside the Yamataian sphere of influence." She recounted what she read on the add. "Would it be at all possible to commission a Suit made?"
 
"We're, Ah, Still researching in the field of Powered armors and Frames. One team has a nearly working prototype mechanized frame, and another team is in the design finalization stage on a prototype Powered Armor." Aerin said. "For the most part, we have weapons available, as well as starships, those being more of our initial focus. Although I do believe someone with your experience could help along our PA team greatly, that is, If you have as much experience as you say you do. I don't doubt you, personally, but one can never be too careful, no?" the small woman went on, leading Camellia past a cross-hallway the ended in a lift and towards the Kitchens, which she announced. "These are our kitchens, the pride of any 4-star restaurant, if they were planetbound, and just ahead is the wardroom. Would you care for something to eat, or perhaps a drink?"
 
"Hmm, I see." Camellia said while walking with Aerin, "well, since I'm looking for a test pilot job, I'd be happy to help." When Aerin mentioned something about something to eat, or drink, Camellia's expression perked up. "Do you carry and Nelpeslian style beer?"
 
"Well, good. Test pilots are in short supply no matter where you go, really" Aerin responded, seeming happy with Camellia's profession. "Of course we carry Nepleslian style beers. Yamatain fare just isn't as good." She answered to the woman's question, going on to state "I think our chef is off duty right now, but we'll be fine getting stuff ourselves." And with that, Aerin led the pair into the wardroom, heading towards the door into the kitchen. Once the CEO arrived, she located the proper refrigerator, and pulled out two bottles of Nepleslian green, one of which she opened and Proffered to the Geshrin woman, before opening her own.
 
Camellia grinned widely as she was handed the beer. "Thanks, this is my favorite brand too." She said before taking a whiff of the bear. "Ah, it's been months since I've had one of these babies." She muttered before putting the bottle to her lips... And Shotgunning the whole bottle within one breath. Taking a second to breathe again, Camellia placed the empty bottle on a nearby counter and looked back at Aerin and the fridge she was in front of. "Can I have another?"
 
Aerin, taken aback, simply handed Camellia the one she herself was holding, having not had time to touch it, being more entranced by the Geshrin downing an entire bottle in one go. She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out another, for herself, opening it and taking a swig. "That's quite the party trick there" Aerin complimented.
 
"I apparently got it from my parents." Camellia said, savoring this one. "They're Nelpeslian decent, though they're Geshrin too." Camellia said between sips. "They said they could trace their family line back to the original settlers." Camellia continued, a slight hint of pride in there somewhere.
 
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