RP: Cirrus Station [Post Episode 3] Rucky Stah Arrivals

[MoonMan]

In the serene tranquility of the empty space above Prilisa IV, the Cirrus Research Station floated aimlessly as it began finalizing its stay in the system. The busy bustling had been reduced significantly, but the rush was far from over as incoming and outgoing transports flocked in and out of the Cirrus' many ports.

In one such spaceport, the docking crew would see a familiar face settling in from another long journey the transport hub on Nepleslia Prime; the medium-sized public space transport shuttle, the Rucky Stah, had made another round to the Cirrus Station, carrying with it another batch of new arrivals within its well-weathered passenger holds. Although there were only a handful of scientists, most of this set of passengers were of the security type...not entirely surprising, as there was a very, very long line of former Cirrus Station Security members forming at the side of the newly-arrived shuttle, anxiously awaiting its passengers to unload so that they could load themselves. Load up, ship out, and never look back.

 

[Stovaa]

As the other new security staff disembarked, a figure sat at the front, idly strumming the same three chords over and over on a battered old guitar. Scratched dark brown veneer leading into a dark fingerboard inlaid with a vine design, some of which was missing, strung with fresh strings. The seats around him were vacant, and he was sat facing the door of the shuttle, as if waiting for something. When most of the others had disembarked, he placed his instrument carefully into the solid, black case it called home and locked the clasps on it. The straps had long since come away, lost to the rigors of whatever road this soldier had come along. He grabbed it by the handle and slung his other bag across his back before turning to climb off, casting a glimpse around him.

The Id-Sol soldier's face was dour and he made no attempt to mingle into the crowd, standing out like a sore thumb. He glanced around the docking bay, at the old security staff seemingly desperate to get out of this space-crate and back to terra firma.

Stovaa almost wished he could be with them, he already disliked this place. A glass trash can, floating in the blackness of space. Only the facts that he'd probably get to see some form of action soon and that he'd be court marshalled if he left now kept him there. He was, he remembered, still earning his freedom. His hand slipped to his belt, checking that his knife, larger and more vicious than the standard issue one, was still snugly attached to his belt. Finding it to be so, he turned his attention to the other newbies around him.

"Anybody else getting that sinking feeling?" he asked to no-one in particular.

(OOC: I did say I was rusty ;P )

 

[Firebrand]

Another marine exited the shuttle, following the ID-Sol. He yawned, scratching a scraggly beard. He spoke, with an accent that could be identified as texanish.

"Well, This is the Cirrus then. I guess if no-one minds," He looked around, stepping off to the side and pulling a cylinder of Bliss from his duffelbag, quickly downing it. "I'll have myself a little relaxation and take a little tour of this here station." The MarinEngineer smiled, now in a state of happiness from the drug, and he wandered off into the Grand Atrium.

 

[MoonMan]

The former CSS members almost stampeded past the new arrivals in their hurry to get onto the Rucky Stah, cursing and shoving each other in their efforts to flee. The other passengers seemed a little apprehensive to enter the crowded bulkhead leading into the Grand Atrium after such a scene, but nevertheless the shuffled onwards.

Upon entering the Grand Atrium, they would be met by the site of a small security checkpoint at the entryway. The Grand Atrium's tall, cylindrical room soared upwards, the entire room lit by the sparsely cloudy blue sky simulated on the ceiling. Several green decorative plants lined the walkways and steps as well, giving off a pleasant feel to the other-wise busy-looking transportation hub of the Cirrus Research Station. A rather lovely young lady wearing the skirt-version of the Cirrus Attendant uniform sat behind the security checkpoint desk, flanked by two not-so-lovely CSS members, clad in shiny grey armor and wielding two menacing-looking rifles.

"Welcome to the Cirrus Research Station!" The young lady said cheerfully, brandishing a toothy white smile. "We will need to check your luggage before you can enter, so if you will please place them up here, we can get you on your way!"

 

[Stovaa]

For a few solemn moments, Stovaa stood still and enjoyed the sight of the Marine Engineer meandering happily into the atrium, clearly under the influence. He stretched and flexed away the cramps of the shuttle journey while commenting to the marines shuffling around him:

"Guess no-one told him the rules around here..."

He thought he heard a chuckle from a neighbouring soldier, though he paid it no heed as he strode into the grand atrium, deciding that he'd rather get through first and get a good bunk than get there late and end up on top near the aliens that smell like wet dog all the time. He'd never met one, but always imagined that if they existed, they'd try to get the bunk near his.

He placed his bag and guitar case on the counter in front of the attendant, flashing her his papers and identification. For a second, he pondered pointing out the intoxicated soldier he knew was behind him somewhere, but decided against it. She'd be able to spot it a mile away anyway, no need for him to get involved. He snapped back to reality with a start, picked up his stuff and stepped to the side, taking in the sights of the atrium while also watching for the engineer and his haul.

 

[MoonMan]

When the clerk behind the desk found no signs of foul play from Stovaa's belongings, she smiled widely at him and bowed slightly as he passed her. "Thank you very much, a Savtech attendant will be with you shortly!" Afterward, she turned back towards the line and motioned for Riley to step forward and place his belonging on her counter for inspection.

"How are you today, sir?" She asked with a small smile.