RP: The Silent Horizon [UNI-The Silent Horizon] Mission 00 - Dream Her Wide Awake

[Andrew]

Muck Bay​

Adrin had worked with many different personality types over time, Nola was certainly one of the ones he was going to remember. He could already tell that since she boarded at Solitude that she was set in her ways. He turned around from where he had been watching the shuttle, and said, "It is too late for you to get geared up anyway, in the future though I expect to see some flexibility on your part. Job descriptions are one thing, and rebel ship or not things have to be done, you have to be ready for circumstances where you have to step out of the comfort zone of your skillset. " If she wanted to investigate the malfunctions he was not going to get in the way of that, he somehow imagined that faced with large xenobiological monsters she was probably best kept on the ship. He would need to gauge her combat abilities at another time.

"Adrin to Curunir, We're about to get out of here. I am sending Nola to engineering with you and the admiral. She wants to assist with your investigation into the strange malfunctions the ship has been experiencing....Which by the way we experienced another event in the launch bay." Adrin said over the comm.

Curunir answered right away, "As you wish, send her down. The mindhive can direct her if she don't know the way. Good travels my friend, call if you need us."

The communication channel closed and Adrin looked to Nola. "You heard the man, you can report to engineering and lend assistance." he said and then raised his voice, "Lets go team, shuttle is leaving. Ryllae you seem to have the most current certification, Atae you can sit second chair and I will join the others in the cabin." Adrin then moved out of the doorway and went all the way into the launch bay and walked up the ramp to the shuttle. "Shuttle to Njord, leaving in five minutes!" he called out from within the cabin of the shuttle. He then looked back, intent on giving Ves some instruction, but she had disappeared. He shrugged to himself, her going or not was not a hill worth dying on.

Bridge​

Haeun studied the profiles of the ship's limited crew and company. It was hard to believe a ship with only hundreds on board was designed for thousands. She swung her legs up and down a bit as she continued to sit in the command throne. "Well it looks like the old man is not incompetent after all...." she said as she had the mindhive close the projections out. It was then as the chair turned that she noticed Sephrielle and Tenea. She sat up quickly and walked over to them and just cleared her throat and looked at them, her arms crossed just below her breasts.

Engineering​

Aphelion looked to Curunir with a questioning look and said, "Looks like we're going to have some company." She was at the main console seated and going over diagnostic records from the ship. "You would think if this was a malfunction...it would show up in the damn logs," She then swiped the projection away with a sigh.

"Wanting to get me alone or something?" Curunir questioned with a smirk as he reviewed the technical schematics for the ship. "What if it is not an error, what if it was supposed to happen?" he suggested as he continued to scroll through the projected schematics in front of him. "We probably should not forget it was Tetsuya that designed this ship, he likely obsessed over it like he did everything else. If it was something he did, it probably would not show up on the diagnostics because the mindhive and LUMEN both detect normal operation. He was grasping at straws, but if every possible option had been extinguished it was time to aim for the impossible.

"Yes, Curunir. I wanted to get you alone. Does this look like a venue I would take my clothes off in?" she grumbled about what he had said, and what he had suggested.

Curunir stopped looking through the schematics and walked over to her, "See, now you're the one thinking about taking your clothes off...." He didn't even flinch as she swatted at his face.

 

[Andrew]

Norjd​

Grandmaster's Gantry

Tacho chuckled as Steiner suggested she could get lockjaw for drinking out of the old can," I know a few knuckleheads that would celebrate if my jaw locked up," she said in a sassy tone before she took another swig. She set the old tin cup back down on the workbench and shook her head. "You know these Norians don't seem exactly in a position to bark about me supposedly being AWOL. They're rebels now, and as much fun as I have seeing the Eitans face a situation where the shoe is on the other foot as you would say, I will treat them properly. We might get lucky and this will be some grand turning point in the Imperium's history." She hopped back, and sat on the work bench top. "I doubt it though, Imperials never seem to get tired of that line that divides them from anyone else." She had said her peace, hopefully that would satisfy her for the time being.

"The eye is great, I can't wait to see their reactions. I Tacho...the Cultural Exchange Officer, has now mutilated my beauty!" she said sarcastically, "Seriously tough, it is fine. The insert in my armor keeps the infection out of it at least. Helps when half my blood is mead lately for the pain. I like it and I am keeping it." she added as she continued to sit there.

 

[Charaa]

Muck Bay
Ilae looked from her grandfather to her elder brother and finally Ryllae as they spoke of their certification on piloting. The young girl herself didn’t have one, and she began thinking she should figure out something that she could do other than play the Zol’rausir that could be useful to the ship. For now, she decided to follow orders like a good girl. The white haired musician had turned, wanting to speak to Ryllae wanting to thank her for talking to Atae about helping her into the armor, and making sure she was safe.

But she was distracted from this when another member of the crew, Nola she just learned the name of appeared. Her eyes widened at the womans words, surprised by it all visibly. “couldn’t hurt to have a specialist of any kind on the ship” she said with a frown on her face before Adrin spoke to her, giving her new orders. this allowed Ilae to return to what she was going to do.

Ilae turned to Ryllae, and through vesper, she spoke to her “thanks, you spoke to Atae about helping me with the armor and to double check on the sun screen right? thanks I apreciate it!” Ilae had sent, along with feelings of pleasure, and apreciation to theship mother. The youngest member shifted the case containing her Zol’rausir on her back, to make it comfortable for her to carry to reduce the distraction.

Norjd
Grandmaster's Gantry
Auli’I sighed as she heard commotion, aparently from what she heard a ship was detected. The short fox turned and grabbed Nara’s hand “come on, lets go talk to gramps” she told her as she pulled or tried to pull her along with her as she lead the way to Steiner’s Gantry. “hey mom, grampa, Yappers been saying we got Norians in bound?’ she asked them. Yappers was her nickname for the talk of the inbound ship and the announcement. The fox was a little worried about what these Norians might want to do to Tacho, or Nara.

 

[GingerGlitch]

Muck Bay

The executive officer's violet hues ripped over to Nola as she entered. What in the fuckery was going on here? Did the woman have zero common sense? No knowledge of United Norian Navy training in any field that would have been covered during mandatory service? Who in their right mind arrives late and not only disregards the chain of command, but then also approached the commanding officer with zero respect whatsoever. Ryllae was fuming internally, any outward expression expertly masked by over a century of putting up with people's nonsense. Now she had seen her fair share of differences in crew throughout her time, but this was without a doubt the absolute worst she had ever worked with. Was this "Nola" the kind to ignore the chain of command for everything and go right to the top like a grade "a" butt kisser? Indeed it seemed so, with a complete absence of tact in addition. That woman would be problems and Ryllae knew it.

A specialist? How could this woman cry about job descriptions on a ship of literal outlaws being hunted by politically corrupt leaders. That kind of behavior would see the woman swiftly punted out an airlock after one round for each of Nola's two hearts and lungs. This exhibited the kind of actions that would not only endanger their operation here, but the safety of the Eitans whom she was duty bound to protect. "Docs, you two open to discreetly adding the ship as a patient? I have my doubts about this "specialist," Ryllae vespered privately to Tenea and Iare. Both medical personnel responded they had no issue doing so and would keep things private. Satisfied with the Drenai women keeping a discreet eye on things Ryllae turned her attentions to the auditory onslaught that was ongoing. The norian veteran was inwardly aghast at this disrespect for everything in their culture, basic medics? Basic medics had more respect for their work than this woman appeared to have. She waited for orders from Adrin, ready to follow in his lead on this.

With a relief of small blessings she listened as Adrin delivered the verdict. Wisely the issue was punted to Aphelion and Curunir, though it remained to be seen how useful this Nola would be. She hoped for the best, but as always had prepared for the worst. With her trust firmly in the Drenai twins should anything go sideways. Their ysi had worked alongside the Akhais in service to the Eitans and were more likely to be trusted off the bat. Ryllae acknowledged Adrin's orders, "Aye Captain" she responded waiting a split second for Atae to catch up to her as she turned to head towards the shuttle. Ilae's vesper caught her off guard on the way, though pleasant as it was. Had she unwittingly put herself in position as ship's mother? The protective emotions that were brewing in response made her feel odd, motherly was never a position she thought to ever be in. "The armor, yes. Everything else Atae did of his own accord," she vespered to Ilae with as much caring protective emotions that she could muster.

Shuttle

When she got to the shuttle she paused outside, allowing Atae to enter first, permitting her a glance back to see if the errant Nola had actually followed orders that Adrin had given. After a moment she ducked in after Atae and slipped into the pilots seat and secured herself before looking over to her co-pilot. "Ready?" she vespered to him as she began preparing the shuttle for take off.

Bridge

Tenea was caught off guard by Haeun's appearance as she had turned to leave the bridge. She had been so caught up in checking on Sephielle that for one reason or another she had not noticed the woman's arrival, though she did recall after the fact hearing the mindhive ID her as Haeun Eitan. Swiftly Tenea rendered a norian salute to Haeun. She did not know what rank or position Haeun held, but as an Eitan is was enough to warrant a salute from the Drenai woman. Especially given the manner in which Haeun approached them. "I was just heading back to medical Ma'am, is there something I may help you with?" Tenea asked curiously.

 

[Sosina]

Muck Bay

Nola looks to the captain as he make his point and she slowly nods and gives a lazy salute"Understood however I would like to point out that the entire point of having specialists is to help free up people in other semi-related area's so that they may focus on other tasks they can do so that the specialist can focus on their specialty that way you make the most of their talents, this is even more so required on a Ship with so little hands to go around, for instance an engineer going with the group may be a good Idea so I assume you have one with you. conversely what good would a Leviathan and Sylph specialist have on a mission away from all the tech they would be an expert in? Especially when there seems to be an issue with the Leviathan that is our crews only current means of extended habitation and travel?"

She looked over the team heading out and then looked back to the captain "As for flexibility and stepping out of my comfort zone, I am quite able to do so, however do not expect the same level of expertise as others may have when it comes to things like combat, I told you when you first picked me up that my role was mostly rear echelon as a scientist I was given basic training then shunted into a role that best suited my skills" she turned as the group got into the shuttle and gave a half hearted wave over her shoulder to them as she left the Muck Bay.

Corridors

Walking down the hall Nola let her hand gently caress the wall as she walked and mumbled in an almost gentle tone "Lets go find out what's wrong with you... if anything actually is.." she looked around checking things as she walked, so it took some time for her to reach her destination but as she got there she checked the access way a moment, anything could give a hit after all. Then with that she took a deep breath and steeled herself to have to deal with more undesirables.

Engineering

Nola entered and looked to the two already there "What have you found so far? I don't want to go looking over what was already looked to... Though honestly given our Difference in occupation I doubt you have checked anything that I would normally.. but gathering any knowledge is best before proceeding" she drawled as she walked over to the two of them and looked at the console a moment then she turned and looked at the schematics quickly not enough to actually read anything but enough to get an Idea of at least the last things the two looked into. So she waited for their reports as she connected to the mindhive of the ship or rather tried to communicate with it.

"Okay... Tell me what's wrong with you.. The others have seen some things they consider strange and wonder if your malfunctioning.. so let me ask you directly rather then just going through some logs or looking at schematics like you were some machine... are you trying to deliver a message? tell us something you have no normal means of informing us of?" Unlike her tone when talking to people, her tone now was softer, almost bordering on gentle as she asked her questions. She then waited for the ship to reply as well as she looked at the consoles, there was only so much that alone could tell someone about these kinds of things after all.

 

[GingerGlitch]

Njord
Grandmaster's Gantry

NARA

Nara let Auli'i pull her along towards Steiner's Gantry. She wondered what kind of ship had been detected and why they chose to arrive here on Njord of all places. The heat still made her miserable, though she was attempting to acclimate herself to her new home. She at this moment in time did not intend on ever returning to Yamatai. Her ears twitched as they approached the others.

"Norians?" she questioned. "What flavor of norians are we talking about here?" Nara asked rather frankly. There had been chatter about the unfriendly kind over in the United Norian Imperium, she was hoping it was not them. If it was Tsenlanese norians, she'd be much less concerned. Either way once she knew what was going on she would likely find a way to get a secure message to Aelya to give her a heads up if necessary.

 

[iaincarter]

Muck Bay

Only through years of practice at schooling his expression was Atae able to keep his face neutral in response to the blatant disrespect shown to Adrin by the late arrival. He wasn't entirely sure which facet of it aggrieved him the most: showing disrespect to the former Emperor; showing disrespect to an Elder of the Eitan Ysi; showing disrespect to an Admiral of the Navy; showing disrespect to the Captain of the ship; or showing disrespect to his grandfather. That was the sort of behaviour Norians filed under 'social suicide' and was so anathema to their culture that Atae immediately put Nola on his shortlist of suspected enemy agents.

Feelings aside, he wouldn't act to eliminate the threat without evidence and he wasn't sure how his mother's people could have missed such an obvious malcontent amongst those they had hand-picked for inclusion in this crew. Atae was sure he wouldn't be the only individual incensed by her behaviour though and the analyst honestly wondered if antagonising and alienating the rest of the crew was really what she had had in mind. At any rate, he had less troubling considerations to focus on and turned his attention back to the shuttle as Adrin made his will known.

Shuttle

Atae nodded to Ryllae before entering into the shuttle and making his way forward to the cockpit. He stowed his weaponry and took a seat, securing himself as he reached out both physically and, via his sthibon symbiote, mentally to start running down the pre-flight checklist. //"Ready, but we'll need to have a serious conversation about our specialist after the mission."// After vespering his reply to the XO, Atae began speaking out loud.

"Transponder, instruments and comms checked and set for Njord Approach frequencies. Fuel gauges and pumps, checked and set to auto." He listened as the shuttle door closed and sealed itself, turning his head to visually confirm it's closure. "Shuttle sealed. Atmospheric integrity... holding." He nodded as more information became available. "Engines are alive, output increasing. Fuel flow is steady, temperature and pressures all green." He nodded to himself before placing his hands on the controls. While Ryllae was the nominated pilot, Atae knew he had to be ready to assist or take over at a moment's notice, especially during the more dangerous take off and landing portions of the flight. "Pre-flight checklist complete, sir."

 

[GingerGlitch]

Shuttle

Ryllae's eyes burned with rage when she heard the utter disrespect that this little scum delivered to her captain. This woman was less than half a century old and proclaimed to be an expert on her topic of interest. Not only that, Nola addressed a former emperor, Chancellor of Ayenee, and an experienced veteran in this manner. "Specialist," she thought as she used up all her patience to control herself from outright gutting the bitch then and there. Ryllae chuckled, this woman was not only demented but also delusional. The first officer had access to the record and this "Nola" was not hand picked for anything. She just had happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. The sheer audacity to demand special treatment on a ship of outlaws.

"Admiral, I know you don't need help. If Nola gives you trouble Tenea and Iare will step in to help in her stead, if you so wish Ma'am." she vespered to Aphelion with respect before shaking her head. "Ayem'vu ly'thir," she cursed under her breath in nira'las. She nodded to Atae as he passed, following in behind him. "Agreed. Whatever happens as a result, I'll take the heat for it. If you do it, just make sure it looks plausible that it was me. That thing is going to get us all killed and I won't let that happen to you or your sister while there is breath in my lungs." Ryllae vespered with a bit of frustration leaking over to Atae.

The norian woman knew he likely would not understand why she was protective, given her rough approach to most things. Her ysi was one that served and sacrificed themselves at the side of Eitan's since the Akhai ysi's inception. There was no chance that would be changing anytime soon. Not to mention these were not just any Eitans, these were her commanding officer's grandchildren. While she never planned on having a family herself, she knew what they meant to him and she would protect them at all costs.

"Navigation set for flight-path provided by our hosts." Ryllae chimed in after Atae completed the pre-flight checklist. Though she cast an amused glance towards him for a split second, "Is he calling me sir?" she thought. The idea dismissed as soon as it entered, chocking it up to Atae likely addressing Adrin. "Everyone here? Let's get this show on the road." she said aloud. Ryllae began take off once it was confirmed that all parties that were supposed to be on the shuttle were onboard and secured.

 

[Commissar Farzi]

"Thank you," Steiner replied, the drones swapped out the magnetic panels within the fusion reactor before sealing the interior, "And I doubt it, for all their achievements, glory, and claims to wisdom the majority of your kinsmen are quick to forget the lessons of the past." Wasn't that the truth-they got along with them well enough, but the Norian peoples on both sides seemed to have forgotten that not that long ago they had been on the precipice of oblivion, and now not even 2 years after the war they were quick to test one another.

Not to mention the reports he'd received recently...but the less said the better.

As Auli'i called him grandfather, he sighed internally but otherwise ignored her and returned to the conversation at hand. "Unless the situation dictates otherwise, our mission still remains the same in regard to the civil war," The old mechanoid continued as the drones finished up the last of their repairs and inserted a fresh gas canister, "Do our best to minimize casualties among non-combatants, evacuate as needed, and protect them from reprisals on both sides." He fired up the Wrath, the fusion plant humming as he sealed his Warden-he reckoned his reasoning was sound; Commonweath or Imperium, no matter what their commanders ordered there would be those that were drunk on victory and fueled by anger and grief over lost comrades seeking to blame those who had nothing to do with the conflict directly save for having been on the wrong side.

Situations like those often led to tragedy; he couldn't count how many times he'd had to rein his own men in at times to keep them from doing something truly heinous...nor forget the trials for those who'd committed such acts.

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Balruc and his squad had just geared up, lances and rifles at the ready for patrol-his sergeant gave the order, and they were off, the thuroks shooting forward hissing and snarling all the while...

 

[Andrew]

Adrin - Shuttle Cabin​

Adrin was glad that vesper was a willful engagement, otherwise someone might of heard the string of curses that went through her head. If he had buttons, Nola had pressed them like someone trying to get a stuck candy from a vending machine. He just nodded as she spoke, then he watched her head off to engineering. "Scientists..." he muttered to himself. He had just got a dose of why he had lived where he did for so many years. He could deal with dozens in combat, yet there she was a scientist explaining how special her particular field was. Things had changed since his day in the fleets, someone that spoke like that to their CO would of taken a walk out the airlock without a suit. He eventually was going to have to get this crew handled, they may be on the other side of this whole war thing - but the ship had it's needs. "Hopefully we get a bit of a break down there. I can't remember the last time I slept.." he grumbled.

//"Let's get out of here."// he vespered both Ryllae and Atae.

His ears twitched as he heard what Ryllae cursed, His hearing was well tuned, but there was reasons for that. "Now talking about shithole, that planet definitely is worse than anything this place can offer up. It really is a shame, I thought for sure after...Daelan, my son would of turned that entire system into a debris field." He was obviously more informed than they thought. His back was not turned for -all- of those years.

It was a lot more than sleep he needed. Did the woman really irritate him? Or was he just fed up with having to sort his grieving emotions out. He let out a deep breath and looked around when he noticed that Sephielle was missing, he didn't blame her - not that he really understood. He was just cut from different cloth. He closed his eyes and leaned over in the seat and rested his head against the transparent pane of the viewport nest to his seat. "I think we're all here. We ill have to work out a chain of command. We can't have everyone running amuck and creating chaos," he stretched his neck aa bit then leaned it back against the high back of the seat. People just appeared to wander off, eat when they wanted, sleep when they wanted, not that it was not good to have that kind of freedom. It didn't belong on a warship. He let out another deep breath, he couldn't help but think to himself that things would of better if Kendra had not died.

Corridor​

The mindhive responded, "Wrong with me?" It was not a question designed to be answered however.

Aphelion and Curunir​

Aphelion tilted her head slightly to the right, her eyes said it all 'What? did you say?' She turned around, the palm of her hand connected with his forehead with a loud smack, "You're not getting anything from me until I know how you got on this ship...or did you forget that you still have not explained it?" she questioned, but before Curunir could answer her Nola had arrived.

"So you're the specialist? I don't remember seeing you get on at Solitude. Anyway, the mindhive and LUMEN both come back with a clean bill of health." LUMEN was the computers they used to enhance the mindhive's functions and make up for something that would be slow, like targeting. "Well welcome in..." he voice trailed off as Curunir spoke up having recovered from the live fire face palm he got.

"I told you, miss. There is nothing wrong with me. By biological portions are receiving optimum nutrition...My companion (How mindhives describe the computer mentioned before) here don't have anything wrong with them either. We are doing as we have been bred and designed for.

"Uh. yeah hello," Curunir said, his luminous gold orbs tracked the girl as she decided to get involved. Another strange character in it all. He couldn't wait...if he could only figure out what he was waiting for.

"Messages?" then mindhive questioned. "This ship receives frequent messages. Can I assist with something? Also not to interrupt, but you should really intake more water. You are approaching dehydration." The mindhive reported her status too since she had done it to her..

Njord - Grandmaster's Gantry​

"War has its benefits, when it wants to anyway. Not that i can argue a point about it, nor would I defend them. Just so far we've seen this war is different. None of us can argue that." Tacho said and she looked at Steiner, and then heard Nara and said, "Fuck, I won't be tasting to find out what kind of flavor they are. Let's just hope things go well...I mean it. As long as no one fucks up." When he fired up his wrath, Tacho just went quiet and looked toward Nara briefly and then to the fox next to her. The cultural exchange bitch was gong to have to dig down deep to keep herself in line. She inwardly smiled though, perhaps if nice enough they will let he go for a brief trip through one of their armories.

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