RP: YSS Destiny YSS Destiny, Bay 19 (All arrivals post here)

[Zakalwe]

This is one of the largest bays on the ship, dwarfing the shuttles that settle in it. There is almost always a Unit of MP's there, to check admission. It is, in fact, the most used boarding point of the Destiny, most people arriving will arrive here.

(OCC: all arrivals, post here. This is an attempt to cut down on needless threads.)

 

[Tom]

Space rocks.

That's what the young Geshrin thought as his shuttle carried him through the stars toward the massive ship he would call home. The endless void of space held a striking similarity to the barren, icy fields of his birthplace, Ralt. The cold wasn't bad, either, and the view of the stars was simply magnificent.

In his chair, the man twisted his head around in childlike wonder as the specs of light streaked across his field of view -- just like falling snow.

Space rocks.

Unfortunately, some huge mass brought an immediate halt to his entertainment. The huge mass known as the YSS Destiny.

"Well, I'll be damned," the Geshrin blurted out to nobody in particular. "That's one freakin' huge ship!"

Brushing off some glances and rolls of the eyes from fellow passengers, the geshrin reclined in his chair and ran his hand through his short, spiky yellow hair, the type of hair that gave off that totally bitchin' rebel-without-a-cause look.

Not that he was an actual rebel or anything, but he could really use a cause. And a big ship with tons of people was as good a place to find one as any.

Causes notwithstanding, however, this was going to be a lot of fun.

The shuttle docked into bay 19 with little fanfare -- not that the miniscule horse he rode on to get here meant two cents to anyone. But that was just fine. He didn't expect a welcoming party anyway.

The shuttle's doors opened, and out stepped the man from the icelands, that harsh and unforgiving land.

Out stepped Tom Freeman.

Mr. Freeman was not particularly muscular, and, combined with his height of 6' 2", he looked a little more fragile than a normal Geshrin... not exactly the ideal poster-chilld for the romantic image of the wood-chopping, heroic Raltean. But what he lacked for in ideal size he more than made up for in his beaming smile. Ralt's friendly personality permeated off of Tom.

Tom's grey eyes scanned the area for the check-in point and for someone to talk to. More importantly, however, he REALLY needed to find a place to store his duffle bag, the item which held all his worldy belongings.

The thing was getting pretty damn heavy.

 

[raz]

It'd taken less time than he'd expected, thankfully; it amazed him that the little shuttle packed with colonists and Star Army personnel made the short journey through Yamatai's atmosphere so quickly, much less escape gravity's pull in the first moments after take-off.

Everything seemed to be happening so quickly these past few hours, though; word of the YSS Destiny arriving earlier than planned, and only staying in obit for five hours, no less, had no doubt caught more people off-guard than just him. It felt sorted out now, though, as the little shuttle slid into a large docking bay on the Destiny, and it seemed that he was the only one not shoving their way to the view-ports to see the ship's magnificence.

"... then, I guess this's it, Mom,â€

 

[Ames]

The dark-haired man had arrived on that same shuttle. He could seem imposing- he was fairly tall and his lithe frame was not without its musculature. Of course, a good look at him might tell you otherwise- he looked a bit too soft natured for his stature, with a pretty face and eyes that looked more like he would worry about everyone else here than the other way around. He reached down and hefted up his luggage, in one hand a large metal container with a few locks around the edges, and the other a duffle bag of much less bulk-probably the few articles of clothing he had brought with him.

He was walking down the long path, looking around at his surroundings. The things he saw! Everyone else was ogling the pretty lights and the other crew, he was looking at the finer details- what made the place tick, what pipes went where and why(to his best guesses). He certainly had nothing against people. But it was the gears and conduits and steel that he truly felt at home around. People were uncertainties, problems he had little interest in figuring out. If a machine had a problem, you figured out why and fixed it- end of story. It wouldn't decieve you or trick you purposefully. It wouldn't go out of it's way to harm you. When it came right down to it, he found little less than perfection in a well-made machine.

So, of course he took a particular liking to himself-or, that is, his arms and legs with their complex pneumatics and gears and servos and so much more. Unfortunately for the man who approached him and went to check his bags, they also granted him a degree of strength that belied the look of him. The duffle bag went easily enough. There was a brief instruction about keeping your uniform in good condition and the like, and then the man went for what could best be described as a weapons crate.

Thinking little of it while his attention was focused elsewhere, he went to just hand it over as had been requested- and nearly crushed the man under its bulk. He quickly got it off of the man, apologizing profusely- this wasn't how he wanted to start his deployment here, afterall! He apologized one or two more times until the man got up and had enough of the apologies, working to open the crate. Inside was some of his more work-related trinkets- little devices and the like to aid him in his job, some spare parts and the like. Some of it had been issued to him previously and he didn't want to learn new tools-so he just brought them along, though it had been a bigger trouble than he had thought it might.

Eventually things were sorted out and he was pointed in the right direction for the next phase of his arrival. He meagerly waited in line, feeling out of place among all these others, and did his best to look inconspicuous. He was a little anxious by the time he made it to the window to get sorted out.

The woman behind the window glanced up. "Your name and rank?"

"Keiran." He paused, then started to fumble through his things. "Ah! Keiran LaCrosse. Santo Hei. ..sorry about that."

"Of course," replied the woman. Had he forgotten his name? She sighed. She still had plenty of people left to go. A short check of her systems told her the rest. "LaCrosse, you are to report to..."

 

[Zakalwe]

(OCC: I prefer it when you don't control NPC's. Thanks.)

One of the security men turned to Nick, "Of course. A communications technician, we don't have many of them. The AI will likely bring you your orders a little later. He'll come to you in your quarters, Room 37, Floor 95, Scraper 3."

Another talked to Keiran. "You'll be working with the production or engineering teams. Maybe research. The AI will communicate with you. Room 36, Floor 95, Scraper 3."

 

[Drekor]

Khelbaan Balal got off the shutte with his duffle bag, a large, seven foot, walking stick with a steel eagle unfurling its wings on its tip, and another large bag. He looked very, very intimidating. His eight foot two inch height made him a giant compared to almost everyone he ever met. He took his luggage and got off the small shuttle. When he got out, he stood still. He had heard that the YSS Destiny was a huge ship, but he never imagined how huge. He looked around, amazed at the sheer size of the docking bay, and imagined what the rest of the ship looked like.

It was only after he noticed the size of the ship that he noticed the amount of people there were. He was unsure of the people here. He wondered what kind of people they were. He had a very bad history with interacting with people. He rememberd, not so fondly, the first time he came in contact with people. Someone tried to rob Khelbaan, tried to. The encounter ended with a broken wrist, a shatered fibula, and none of them his. He frowned at the thought of somone here trying the same thing and hoped that he would never have to do that again. He had to be cautious. He could never be too careful.

Khelbaan followed the river of people, hoping that it would both lead him to where he had to go and that he would be overlooked by a group of people he saw from afar, checking bags. He got to where he was, but someone imediately spotted him and asked to check his bags. He handed his duffle bag without hesitation, but kept his other bag.
"Sorry," he said with a heavily accented voice, "Oi'm going to 'ave to unlock dis bag 'ere." Khelbaan unlocked the bag without waiting for a response and gave the bag to the man who asked for them. While the man was checking his bags, he told Khelbaan a few things, but Khelbaan wasn't listening. He was then pointed towards the next phase of his check-in.

The next part of his arrival was easier. He told the woman behind the window, "I am Khelbaan Balal, Santo Hei, reporting in. I have but one question, I realy don't know where I'm supposed to go from here. You know, to, well, nevermind then, I'll figure it out sooner or later." He left after that, without a word, thinking that he would just walk around for a while.

(OOC: Edited for gramatical errors, by me)

 

[Silence]

Jae Nanasen stepped off the shuttle warily, her expression inquisitorial as she surveyed her surroundings. It was big, this shuttlebay.. this entire ship. Having observed its development during her training and schooling, Jae was well aware of what this ship meant, to both the Star Army, and the populace in general.

With a smug grin, she stepped forward, towards the MPs taking names, happy to be a part of something so fundamentally important.