((Joint-post intro for my and Blackbird Lore's characters.))
Sight-seeing isn't necessarily a bad thing. Certainly not when it is your first time away from home. Most people even encourage the act of just wandering around aimlessly to enjoy yourself on such an occassion.
Of course, that was advice if you were a tourist, and Private Fieke Amsel, Origin Security, was not a tourist. At least not while she was walking around the restricted Sector Seven of Origin's Dawn Station, her sword and duffel in one hand and her pass in the other.
What she was though, was an extremely late and new Private who was supposed to have been well out of Sector Seven already and onboard the YSS Genesis. The young Abwehran Nightwalker cursed herself silently, thought back to the map she had in her duffel and had though she had understood and started to move to get it out.
But, that would take even more time and even then she might get it wrong again. So with a shake of her head Fieke started walking again, this time not looking around for any sign or directions, but for someone who could give her directions.
A second late arrival, also Abwehran and a Nightwalker to boot, was standing patiently with a cigar clamped between his massive jaw and puffing on it every so often. His glowing eyes were affixed to the great ship docked before him- the YSS Genesis. A duffel sat at his right side, and he carried no other items. He was in his uniform pants, but only wearing a sleeveless top, his upper right arm holding his uniform top over his shoulder with just two great fingers. His eyes slipped over Fieke's form briefly, then turned away, not finding her interesting in the slightest when compared to the form in the bay; this was a door to new places, things, and events- just the thing Rüd Grülik was always looking for.
As Fieke panned the area something caught her eyes. An OriSec uniform - or, well, at least the pants of an OriSec uniform - and on another Nightwalker at that. Even though the chance was slim that he was assigned to the same ship as her the chance that he knew where she needed to go was good enough that she began to walk over to him.
"Hey, glowy eyes!" Fieke shouted to Rüd in their native language, her light voice jovial. "Any chance you can help me out, I'm looking for YSS Genesis." Fieke thought on it for a second, and then decided it was better to wait for the other Abwehran's response and not mention how late she was.
Rüd looked her way this time, and pulled the cigar from his mouth with one left hand. In his rumbling voice, he answered, "Right over here." His lower left arm gestured toward the ship docked in front of them. His lower right arm extended forward to catch hers in greeting. "Rüd Grülik. OriSec, like you."
Fieke smiled at Rüd, it was good to see another Abwehran - especially another nightwalker. Dropping her duffel and sword out of the way she returned the gesture of greeting.
"Fieke Amsel, hopefully still part of OriSec at the end of the day."
He quirked a bulky brow. "What? You breakin regs or running late or something?" Technically speaking, 'Rued' was in the same boat, but his was a different story. He had to get off his last ship, which docked earlier that day, and traverse the great distance here to Sector Seven. He had something of an excuse.
"Much later than I ever want to be - and even later than I would like to be considering this is my first real posting." Fieke told Rüd as she realized that she hadn't been as lost as she had thought she had been. This time at least, she told herself, while the young Private didn't want to go into it in detail she had found out that Sector Seven had an extremely large number of sandwich shops and none of their workers knew anything about the layout of the sector they worked in.
"So, that's the Genesis then?" Fieke said musingly, admiring the ship along with Rüd. "Does that mean your posted on her too, or are you just admiring the show?"
After a brief suck on the cigar, "I'm posted here. Another ship needs people who know how to walk and shoot shoulder-mounted rockets at the same time." Rüd didn't let on whether or not that was exaggeration. The cigar was dead now and he stamped it out beneath his boot, completely disregarding the fact that it was in the middle of a thoroughfare. If they thought it was a big deal, some janitor would clean it up. "Little irksome, though, not knowing who's running the show, especially this close to launch."
Fieke shrugged as she eyed the discarded cigar and sighed. "I doubt the Captain is anyone spectactular. They most likely are just having a problem getting the position filled." As she spoke up she bent down and plucked the cigar from the ground - working and playing in a repair shop as a kid taught you to keep things clean - and tucked it into a net pouch on the end of her duffel.
"Though." Fieke stood up and wiped her hands agaisnt each other with a series of repeated, loud claps. "This is a restricted sector and a closed-doors project, so you never know."
Rüd ignored the fact that Fieke cleaned up his 'mess,' though he made a mental note of her behavior. It wasn't that it bothered him, more to the point that it meant she was all about going 'above and beyond.' Rüd simply accepted that it was somebody's job to clean this place up, and that there wasn't a trash receptacle in sight. As for the matter of Captain, "Doesn't really matter to me, so long as they know what they're doing."
"Competence is always a favourable trait, especially in officers and -" Fieke's words were cut off as she got a better look at the Genesis, or more specifically the man standing in front of the grand ship.
A rather annoyed looking man.
A lopsided and slightly rueful grin appeared on the Abwehran's face as she gathered her gear - making sure to check that her sword was safe and completely stowed in its sheath - Fieke finally left the entrance to the hangar and began to walk towards the Genesis.
Turning towards Rüd as she walked off, Fieke shook her head slightly, her grin still in place. "I think the welcoming committee is ready for us to make our way aboard."
