Cowboy
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- RP Date
- YE 44.2
- RP Location
- Uncharted, Unknown Space
A posting on a Sharie-Class Battleship was always a sure ticket to advancement. Sharie's were known to be used as flagships by the higher echelons of the Star Army of Yamatai. And, save for those true titans, the Izanagi dreadnought, nothing had as much firepower and yet so elegant and versatile. Truly to be stationed on a Sharie-Class Battleship was a great honor. Although, perhaps the crew of the YSS Wakaba might think otherwise. To them, it was begging to feel more like a tomb.
It had been almost 3 months since the Wakaba had vanished from Tange Nebula while perusing Kuvexian forces. The mighty ship had been sucked into a space anomaly and transported to another part of the galaxy. Badly battered the crew began to pick themselves up and regroup, only to be attacked by a most unexpected enemy. An NMX dreadnought. The NMX launched a surprise attack against the Wakaba but the wounded ship proved that even badly beaten, the Star Army didn't give up without a fight. The Wakaba repelled the boarders and made it's escape. For unknown reasons, the dreadnought didn't pursue.
For the following weeks, the Wakaba recovered from it's wounds. Chusa Thomas Canterbury, the ship's XO, now acting Captain with the loss of Taisa Katzue, drove the ship hard but it was necessary considering their danger. Crew and ship were healed and repaired as best they could. From a crew that would normally boast close to 3000 souls, the Wakaba was down to a little over 1200. From armaments that could decimate entire fleets singlehandedly, the Wakaba had barely half of its weapons online.
Now, nearly 3 months later, the Wakaba is running low on supplies. Still unsure where in the galaxy they are, Chusa Canterbury has plotted... his best guess in all reality, a course back towards known space.
Captain's Cabin, YSS Wakaba
Chusa Thomas Canterbury, Captain of the Wakaba, eye's popped open and for one fleeting moment he couldn't remember where he was. Then it all came flooding back to him. The responsibility for a battleship and close to 1200 souls weighed heavily on him. He reached for his pocket watch to check the time. 0400. The last time he remembered checking the time it had just gone past 2200. He had just sat down on the couch in his office. He was still on his couch, his uniform jacket unbuttoned and wrinkled and a three month beard covering his normally well trimmed chin. There was also a blanket over him. He was sure there hadn't been a blanket when he sat down. He rubbed his eyes, trying to pierce through the fog. It was at this point he became aware of music playing. Slowly his memory returned. He had turned in shortly after 2200 to his cabin. Despite his fatigue, he had been determined to play a little bit of music on his violin. Music was a favorite hobby of his and it was a good distraction from the pressures of command. Sure enough, his violin lay on his desk. That wasn't the source of the music.
Seated at a chair in front of his desk was a beautiful dark skinned woman. She was playing a cello with her eyes closed. Her long dark green hair fell to one side of the instrument, out of the way of her bow. She didn't stop playing as Thomas got up and buttoned up his uniform. There was an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey on his desk. Thomas poured himself a few fingers, then a few more before downing it in one shot. The firefly liquid woke him up completely. He took up his violin and joined in the playing with woman.
After about 10 mins of playing, both musicians stopped and put down their bows. Thomas poured another drink but this time didn't down it in one. "How long was I out?" He asked. "A little over five hours. You barley made it 30 mins into our playing before you nodded off. I saved the violin from falling on the deck then just kept playing. Most I've gotten to play since we got here. Wherever here is. I needed music far more then sleep." Setsunu Meiosei responded. Thomas nodded. That was the most consecutive sleep he'd gotten in months. He'd hardly even been in his quarters the last few months, and didn't think he'd even laid on the bed more than twice since taking command.
Thomas took another sip then offered the glass to Setsunu. She took it and sipped it. "Are you going to make your announcement this morning?" Thomas tried to look like he didn't know what she was talking about but the senior enlisted on the ship she probably already knew. She also knew him almost as well as he knew himself. He would have been surprised if she hadn't figured it out. "Yes. Starting this morning, we'll be on half rations. I'm also going to call a meeting of the officers and chiefs of the various departments plus a couple others who have shown initiative these last few months. The ship and crew are as patched up as we can without a med ship or shipyard. Our red panels have worked none stop fixing everything from the engines and weapons to shuttles and PA. We also haven't detected any hostiles in a three weeks and even though I still feel their out there, I think we can start trying to explore a little bit. Send the shuttles and small teams in different directions to get better readings and try to locate a habitual planet or something we recognize." Setsunu didn't respond other than finish the drink. She carefully and lovingly placed her cello in it's case. Thomas was once again struck by her beauty. Even though they had known each other for so many years she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Setsunu leaned her cello case against the wall and took up her spear, probably the only thing she cared for more than her cello. "Any orders Captain?" Thomas made a slight face. "Its just us here Sets, you don't have to be so formal." "I know Sir, that is why we need to keep it formal." Thomas cleared his throat as he rubbed his beard. He knew what she meant. They needed to keep their relationship formal. They had known each other for so many years and were the best of friends. But he was the Captain now. They needed to maintain chain of command. If they couldn't do it in private, how could they in public? Also, they had made the mistake of being too intimate once before and it had nearly ruined their friendship. Although Thomas often wished things could be different, he valued Setsunu far too much to risk their special friendship.
Thomas sat on the edge of his desk a moment as he gathered himself to the day ahead. He should probably grab a shower first. Rubbing his beard again he toyed with the idea of finally shaving it off but knew he wouldn't. He had secretly vowed not to shave it until he got his ship safely back to Yam space. "No that will be all. Thanks for playing music with me, for what little I was able to. See you at meeting." Setsunu smiled. "I enjoyed it. We'll have to do it again sometime soon. See you at the meeting." She saluted smartly then left without another word.
It had been almost 3 months since the Wakaba had vanished from Tange Nebula while perusing Kuvexian forces. The mighty ship had been sucked into a space anomaly and transported to another part of the galaxy. Badly battered the crew began to pick themselves up and regroup, only to be attacked by a most unexpected enemy. An NMX dreadnought. The NMX launched a surprise attack against the Wakaba but the wounded ship proved that even badly beaten, the Star Army didn't give up without a fight. The Wakaba repelled the boarders and made it's escape. For unknown reasons, the dreadnought didn't pursue.
For the following weeks, the Wakaba recovered from it's wounds. Chusa Thomas Canterbury, the ship's XO, now acting Captain with the loss of Taisa Katzue, drove the ship hard but it was necessary considering their danger. Crew and ship were healed and repaired as best they could. From a crew that would normally boast close to 3000 souls, the Wakaba was down to a little over 1200. From armaments that could decimate entire fleets singlehandedly, the Wakaba had barely half of its weapons online.
Now, nearly 3 months later, the Wakaba is running low on supplies. Still unsure where in the galaxy they are, Chusa Canterbury has plotted... his best guess in all reality, a course back towards known space.
Captain's Cabin, YSS Wakaba
Chusa Thomas Canterbury, Captain of the Wakaba, eye's popped open and for one fleeting moment he couldn't remember where he was. Then it all came flooding back to him. The responsibility for a battleship and close to 1200 souls weighed heavily on him. He reached for his pocket watch to check the time. 0400. The last time he remembered checking the time it had just gone past 2200. He had just sat down on the couch in his office. He was still on his couch, his uniform jacket unbuttoned and wrinkled and a three month beard covering his normally well trimmed chin. There was also a blanket over him. He was sure there hadn't been a blanket when he sat down. He rubbed his eyes, trying to pierce through the fog. It was at this point he became aware of music playing. Slowly his memory returned. He had turned in shortly after 2200 to his cabin. Despite his fatigue, he had been determined to play a little bit of music on his violin. Music was a favorite hobby of his and it was a good distraction from the pressures of command. Sure enough, his violin lay on his desk. That wasn't the source of the music.
Seated at a chair in front of his desk was a beautiful dark skinned woman. She was playing a cello with her eyes closed. Her long dark green hair fell to one side of the instrument, out of the way of her bow. She didn't stop playing as Thomas got up and buttoned up his uniform. There was an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey on his desk. Thomas poured himself a few fingers, then a few more before downing it in one shot. The firefly liquid woke him up completely. He took up his violin and joined in the playing with woman.
After about 10 mins of playing, both musicians stopped and put down their bows. Thomas poured another drink but this time didn't down it in one. "How long was I out?" He asked. "A little over five hours. You barley made it 30 mins into our playing before you nodded off. I saved the violin from falling on the deck then just kept playing. Most I've gotten to play since we got here. Wherever here is. I needed music far more then sleep." Setsunu Meiosei responded. Thomas nodded. That was the most consecutive sleep he'd gotten in months. He'd hardly even been in his quarters the last few months, and didn't think he'd even laid on the bed more than twice since taking command.
Thomas took another sip then offered the glass to Setsunu. She took it and sipped it. "Are you going to make your announcement this morning?" Thomas tried to look like he didn't know what she was talking about but the senior enlisted on the ship she probably already knew. She also knew him almost as well as he knew himself. He would have been surprised if she hadn't figured it out. "Yes. Starting this morning, we'll be on half rations. I'm also going to call a meeting of the officers and chiefs of the various departments plus a couple others who have shown initiative these last few months. The ship and crew are as patched up as we can without a med ship or shipyard. Our red panels have worked none stop fixing everything from the engines and weapons to shuttles and PA. We also haven't detected any hostiles in a three weeks and even though I still feel their out there, I think we can start trying to explore a little bit. Send the shuttles and small teams in different directions to get better readings and try to locate a habitual planet or something we recognize." Setsunu didn't respond other than finish the drink. She carefully and lovingly placed her cello in it's case. Thomas was once again struck by her beauty. Even though they had known each other for so many years she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Setsunu leaned her cello case against the wall and took up her spear, probably the only thing she cared for more than her cello. "Any orders Captain?" Thomas made a slight face. "Its just us here Sets, you don't have to be so formal." "I know Sir, that is why we need to keep it formal." Thomas cleared his throat as he rubbed his beard. He knew what she meant. They needed to keep their relationship formal. They had known each other for so many years and were the best of friends. But he was the Captain now. They needed to maintain chain of command. If they couldn't do it in private, how could they in public? Also, they had made the mistake of being too intimate once before and it had nearly ruined their friendship. Although Thomas often wished things could be different, he valued Setsunu far too much to risk their special friendship.
Thomas sat on the edge of his desk a moment as he gathered himself to the day ahead. He should probably grab a shower first. Rubbing his beard again he toyed with the idea of finally shaving it off but knew he wouldn't. He had secretly vowed not to shave it until he got his ship safely back to Yam space. "No that will be all. Thanks for playing music with me, for what little I was able to. See you at meeting." Setsunu smiled. "I enjoyed it. We'll have to do it again sometime soon. See you at the meeting." She saluted smartly then left without another word.
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