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RP: NSS Alliance [Star Base Ayenee/Nepleslia] The Start of Something Big

"HELL YEAH! Now that's what I like to hear!" Jack Miller was obviously loosened up, at least as things now appeared. "This is some good shit, Fian. Drink up."

He had filled his glass again when the computer-savvy Lionheart entered.

"Good evening, Cadet! Now I order you to grab yourself a glass of alcohol and CHUG! And call me JACK, damnit!"

The Nepleslian giggled, a giddy warm feeling going through him as he spun in his seat slowly.

"Round and round and where the HELL is everyone else!?" The captain took a sip of his drink, visibly steaming a little bit, but harmlessly, like the way a child who does not get a toy from his parents would do.

"We have important matters to discuss here!"
 
The names Chris, but you can call me Kathleen

<i>A slender silhouette showed itself coming up to the ship. The feminine looking being approached the large vessel with a feeling of disgust.</i>

"Men... always compensating for their inadequacy." Chris muttered.

<i>It was a man. The long orange hair and sleek curves belonged to a Nepleslian male, who had just criticized the entire gender as a whole.

Ironically joining the Nepleslian Army was the last thing Chris wanted to do, but with his inability to work well with males he didn't have much other choice planet side.</i>

"Ugh I'm going to have to take orders from a male. The thought alone disgusts me. Come on old girl, you can do this. You need to save up for that upgrade. At least you won't have to deal with many of them being in the kitchen all day."

<i>Once aboard the ship he had made his way directly to the kitchen hoping to avoid all contact of the masculine persuasion. When he got there he noticed three males at the table. Two had the attire of a commoner so he had dismissed them as mere garbage; the other seemed to be just another grunt which was worse then garbage. Dismissing the males he pushed past the kitchen doors. The woman however caught his attention, but seeing as she was serving the men he'd have time to talk with her later.</i>
 
Rin looked at the two newcomers and smiled politely at them. "Can I get you anything?" She asked them as she nodded to them. After a bit a pretty, young blue-haired elven girl came in yawning, rubbing her eyes sleepily and almost bumped into Chris and Lionheart. "Oh sorry." She said in a quiet almost timid tone as she skirted around them and headed for the kitchen wearing the usual uniformat. "Morning Rin." She smiled to the other girl who giggled. "Slept in late again huh Azumi?" She giggled.

"yeah"
 
Matt blinked incredulously at Jack as before looking up at Rin. "I'll just have a scotch on the rocks," the cadet responded before looking back towards the Captain. "Sorry sir, I'm....uncomfortable with first names....can I just call you Miller?" the young man asked as he felt someone brush past him.

Looking over his shoulder, he basically got a good view of elven behind as Azumi headed towards the kitchen. If it had been any guy other than Matthew, they probably would have stared until she left the room. Matt, on the other hand, seemed to stare for half the time before turning his head towards the new person in the room.

With a single glance, Matt could only raise and eyebrow in utter confusion as he looked at Chris. "Eh?" was all that came out of the young cadet's mouth before deciding not to bother with it. "Welcome aboard," Matt greeted Chris mechanically, yet politely.
 
Paging the Alpha Male...paging the Alpha Male

<i>Chris noticed the young lad was talking to him. He gave him a hard look before turning his head away.</i>

"Save it male!"

<i>He then turned his attention to Rin, his attitude was much warmer.</i>

"Oh don't you worry dear, if I ever need anything I'll just get it myself. I wouldn't want to bother you. Oh and if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask me."

<i>Chris turned back to the 3 men and got mean again.</i>

"So where's the filthy Alpha Male of this ship? Surly you men can at least handle pointing me in the right direction."
 
The young cadet could only glance back at Chris again, this time with a somewhat annoyed look. Damnit, I maybe a cadet, but I'm technically still an officer, the young man thought before sighing. "No need to be hostile," he muttered as he crossed his arms and gave the orange-haired person a neutral expression.

"I'm Cadet First Class Matthew Lionheart," he introduced as calmly as he could make himself. "Since this is an informal gathering, you can call me Matt, Matthew, Lionheart, whatever you please," he said with a hint of apathy.

"Captain Jack Miller is this man right here," the cadet motioned towards Jack before returning his gaze back to Chris and narrowing his eyes. "So, try to act at least a hint civil and not like a rampaging feme-nazi."
 
M is for male, that's good enough for me

"Male will work just fine for you. I'd be surprised if you even knew what civil meant."

<i>Beyond that remark Chris ignored Matt's pressence. He instead focused on the captin.</i>

"So you're the captin? A bit scruffy aren't ya? Well I can't say I'm surprised. Here you are in command of a whole ship and you're just sitting here getting drunk. Well...sir... I'd like to know where I'm to be stationed so I can get some work done, or would you prefer it if I went to the kitchen and got you another drink?"
 
OoC: Sorry Tom, butting in.

Goergyboy, the way you 'write' is good except for one thing: your proliferous usage of italics for descriptions of actions when all the others, as a standard, as using italics to outline thoughts. To avoid confusion, I'd recommend you try to do like your other fellow writters.

Wes's edit: Also, you're spelling captain incorrectly.
 
(If I cant post yet, please forgive me.)

Beads of sweat irritated him as they tickled the very top of his forehead, and his arm muscles burned everytime he went down. Sex was always a wild ride for him, which usually left him and the woman exhausted afterward. Thankfully, this wasn't such an occasion. Ran and a few other Sergeant Grades were in a circle, betting on how many push-ups could be done.

"Comeon, you fucking pussy! Work those fucking arms!" One of the upper Sergeants shouted into his ear, reminding him of his late guardian. Such a thought, and such motivation, inspired him on to beat the other Sub Sergeant he was competing against by thirty three pushups: a new company record of 410 in one and a half minutes. "Motherfuckers. Motherfucking assholes" Ran swore through a toothy grin and a light chuckle, accepting the money from each of the NCOs, who were undoubtedly disappointed at this.

"So what do you think we've been called for on this ship, Sub Sergeant?" One of the Soldier 2nd Class asked, heaving a heavy box from the supply room to the kitchen, getting back to work. "Fuck if I know" Ran's voice seemed to boom toward the lower-ranking, but still experienced, Soldier. "Now get that food to the kitchen upstairs. I'd like some food later on tonight." Being Space Marines, they were treated like shit. And this particular group was the worst-behaved, and thus were relegated to grunt work. "I might just have your sister to eat tonight" Despite the simplicity of this insult, the remaining Sergeants howled with laughter towards the poor Soldier 2nd Class, who flipped Ran the bird.

At that moment, a Master Soldier dashed into the room, knocking the Soldier 2nd Class over, as well as the food he carried, which ellicited a single "FUCK!!!" from all of the Space Marines working in the supply room. "We're goin' to war, motherfuckers!" The Master Soldier said, not bothering to hide his southern accent. "Pack your rifles, boys! We're gonna pop this Master Soldier's Combat Cherry!" Ran shouted, cheering with the rest of the men in the supply depot. They were crazy. But as Space Marines, they had to be. They treated each other like shit, but loved each other like brothers do. With grimey hands would they crawl through the muck and dirt and spit and sweat and blood and grime and gore of combat.
 
Jack Miller blinked. Twice. The verbal tirade coming from the newest crewmember passed over him as he smiled warmly.

"Welcome to the NSS Alliance, Chris "Kathleen" Young," he said as he stood up and waved to her. "I am the Captain of this vessel, Jack Miller."

His eyes twitched a little, a subtle sign that his computer-modified brain was at work.

"It seems like you're stationed in the kitchen, but you can take it easy tonight. Hell, I'll even overlook how you disrespected not one but TWO superior officers. It's like you won the lottery! Now get the hell out of my face."

With that, he turned away from the caretaker and faced the young cadet nearby.

"You're a warrant officer, son, but you've got to learn how to act like one. When the time comes, people are going to look to YOU for orders, and that's something that no amount of schooling can teach."

He put his glass down on the table and narrowed his eyes.

"There are dozens of marines on this ship, men who wouldn't think twice of punching your lights out if you didn't have that rank on your arm right there. If you let a caretaker push you around like that, imagine what the marines will do."

With that, his mood lightened.

"Don't be afraid to be tough."
 
On their way to the kitchen, after such a hard day of work, the few Marine NCOs caused enough loud noise to ellicit the rage of their commanding warrant officer who assigned them to Latriene Duty for the next two days. Ran, once again resisting the urge to crack him on the jaw with his wrench, saluted him begrudgingly and walked with the rest of the NCOs to the kitchen for some food. The motley bunch, some wearing no service jackets and some wearing them with the sleeves rolled up, some wearing the berets and some sticking them in the back pockets of their pants, marched through the cafeteria, but not before taking notice of the Superior Officers there.

"Shit" Ran muttered to himself, signaling for the rest of the Marine NCOs to straighten their uniforms up as much as they could without the Officers seeing. "Officers on deck!" The senior-most Sergeant shouted, as the rest of the NCOs stood at attention and saluted, each hiding his general distaste for the rank structure. But he heard that this Captain was alright, and not to mention, their commanding officer. He flashed a grin to the Captain and a very subtle glare at the Warrant Officer next to him, before going back to the kitchen line.

(GM Edit: Good post, but had to edit out the mention of lieutenants in the marines. The highest-ranking marine is a cadet 1st grade. Please refer to this post for more info. Thanks.)
 
Miller chuckled at the marines, returning a salute of his own, then picked up his glass and lifted it to them.

"Good work, men. After you're done, grab yourselves a glass of this stuff here and enjoy the evening. Just don't wreck anything. Word has it that we may have a busy day tomorrow!"

Miller had a soft spot in his heart for Nepleslia's infanty. He earned his rank clawing up from the bottom of the barrel and had fond memories of his early days in his infantry squad.

"Tell Cadet Willis I said hi!"

He sat back down at the table and checked his datapad.

"Ok, everyone should be here shortly."

The change in demeanor was apparant. Just minutes ago, the Captain looked like he was on his way to a drunker stupor. Now, he was as lucid as ever.
 
"...The hell is this shit? We've been bringing this stuff up from the supply depot?" The Marines looked genuinely disappointed at the fruits of their labor, but jumped in joy at the opportunity to have a good drink. Ran got a look at Rin, and playfully made a "kissing face" towards her, followed by a wink. With their trays in hands, they looked for a place to sit. Finding no one empty table, the rest of them split up after playfully punching each other in the right shoulder. Ran himself took a seat next to the young Warrant Officer. "Mind if I sit here, sir?" He half-heartedly asked, sitting down next to Lionheart.

"So, you're the newest Officer here, are you?" He said, taking breaks in between to wolf up his food, seeking not for it to taste good, but for it to fill his stomach. "Sergeant Ran, Planetary Infantry" He said without holding a hand to shake with. He himself had a soft spot for Warrant Officers. Not quite Enlisted and not quite Officer, they seemed to be a lot less arrogant than most of the officers here. "What's your job, son?" He noted the unit patch on the Warrant Officer's uniform. "Technical Guy, huh...?" He sighed, noting the growing lack of Infantry officers and enlisted men.
 
A male is a male is a male, simple as that

(OOC: Sorry about that, old habits die hard I guess, but I'll try to separate the two as much as possible. I don't know why Captain keeps getting misspelled, I always check my posts in word first; I'll check my spellchecker.)

Chris was pleased that he was stationed in the kitchen. The captain earned bonus points with him by throwing Kathleen in there. His slightly lesser annoyed mood towards men was quickly ruined by the loud mouthed bunch that just walked in.

Their grotesque appearance and vulgar language reaffirmed his image of males as a whole. He noticed the faces that the one now at the table made towards Rin, which upset and angered Chris.

"Show the lady some respect you bulking behemoth!"
 
Ran would sneer at the motherfucker who shouted at him, but thanks to the thin scar that ran across his lips, he didn't need to. "Fuck you!" He raised a middle finger to Georgyboy, and as this happened, the rest of the Marine NCOs put their trays down and slowly stood up. There was always a degree of animosity between the Marines on board and the rest of the crewmembers, whom the Marines called "Sorry fuckers who are sucking off the teat of the Nepleslian Army."

"It's not like I'm fuckin' groping her or anything." He shouted this rather loudly, which caused most of the eaters to squirm uncomfortably in their seats. He stood up and looked over at Rin. "Miss, Im sorry for finding you attractive. Please, thank your little fanboy over here for saying that a man's eyes have no place looking at you." He said with obvious sarcasm, then sat back down.
 
Boys will be boys

Chris heard the shuffling of the other soldiers as Ran spoke which worried him a little. He didn't want to fight them all at once, though it would probably come down to that. He reminded himself that a single woman is worth a million men and stood his ground.

His disgust of men was overpowering, but he thought carefully about the situation in an unbiased tone. Though he would fight he wanted to think this out rationaly like a real woman would.

"Disgusting pig!"

He left for his post in the kitchen. His womanly side thought it best to just walk away, but his masculine side just had to of had the last word.
 
The young Lionheart listened to Jack intently before leaning back and looking up at the cieling pondering for a moment before nodding. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Miller," the young man replied before noticing a marine sitting right down beside him.

"So, you're the newest Officer here, are you? Sergeant Ran, Planetary Infantry. What's your job, son? Technical Guy, huh...?"
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"Uh, yeah, I am," Matt replied at first as he was bombarded with conversation. Still new to the whole socialization thing, Matt nodded slightly. "Cadet First Class Matthew Lionheart, Computer Systems Officer," the young Lionheart introduced as casually as possible.

Then the fireworks started to fly between the new Caretaker and the man sitting beside him. Gah...in the middle again, the warrant officer thought as his memories flashed back to similiar spats between fellow cadets. Wincing slightly as he heard shouting in his ear, the young Lionheart sighed before glancing over at Chris and standing up so that he was in between the caretaker and the marines. "Young, do my ears a favor and get to the kitchen before things escalate...anymore arguements and I won't ask nicely anymore." the warrant officer warned the oranged-haired man with growing annoyance.
 
Rin sighed a bit and continued to serve up the drinks and just shook her head some, Azumi hurrying into the back to cook up something to eat. "It's ok sir." She said. 'I have 5 brothers and grew up around a lot of guys like you." Rin said in a smirk. "i"m used to ocmments like that, just please, keep your hands off us ok? It's really distracting and coul dmake us spill your food or drinks." She said. "I know you didn't but I'm just warning you."
 
All the Marines who had stood up already held either their food trays or the chairs they were sitting on as weapons, ready for a rumble between the Crewmembers and the Marines. Ran waved them off, and walking towards the man, he smirked, balling his hands into fists. "You recognize the rank system we observe, shithead?" He said threateningly. "Or do you fucking caretakers live above every system?"

He almost pushed away the Warrant Officer he was talking to, but decided against it. He shot the man a triumphant look as the Warrant Officer told him to leave, and waved at him. "Sorry, sir." He wrapped his arm around the Warrant Officer's shoulder in a friendly way, and escorted him back to their seats, watching the Marines sit slowly back down. "I owe you a few drinks."
 
Was the kitchen such a long walk last time?

Chris had plenty on his mind to say back to them, but he decided against it. Even if they could comprehend that women are better then men, which he doubted, he'd have plenty of time to express that later. For now, however, he felt he had won enough battles against the males which if nothing else left his mark.

The kitchen was a welcomed relief from the "company" outside. He noticed the one that bumped into him earlier was back here as well.

<i>The woman out there called her Azumi right?</i>

He put on a smile and addressed her warmly.

"Hello, Azumi was it? Would you like any help?"
 
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