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1104-358 -- 1104-359 -- 1104-360

• System - Jump Space
• Message Center - Anchor link to section of Message Center
• Ship's Log - Anchor links to Personal Logs & Library Entries - Pioneer
• In Character discussions - Anchor links to discussions on this page
• Category Tags: Crockett, Khearl

Note - time marks include which ship is involved in the conversations, Pioneer or Ship of Unity

1104-359-0600

Muses to self...Guess others are sleeping in at this hour...lucky them...unfortunately this is my waking hour as a marine so I have no choice. Thought I had a good discussion with the Provosts last night at dinner....Think I will relax a bit now for rest of Jump and focus on my leadership studies.

The Aslan sleep cycle is rather different than the hisloi, different circadian rhythm and whatnot. What's more, the dietary cycle is also quite different just one large meal and light snacking otherwise. Khearl will concentrate on his martial arts exercises in his stateroom for the remainder of the Jump. He'll pop out a couple times a day to stay social, but is concerned that he may have said too much to the hisloi envoys. Although why they would be worried about the obvious truth is beyond him... Nevertheless, Khearl understands that he is beyond the protection of his clan and that, embarrassingly enough, he knows less about dueling than an Aslan male on his own should. Besides, the exercise will serve to keep his ao balanced and stress-free.

Calendar

1104-358 -- 1104-359 -- 1104-360

• System - Jump Space
• Message Center - Anchor link to section of Message Center
• Ship's Log - Anchor links to Personal Logs & Library Entries - Pioneer
• In Character discussions - Anchor links to discussions on this page
• Category Tags: Harison, Mikhel

Note - time marks include which ship is involved in the conversations, Pioneer or Ship of Unity

• Current Occupants of the Pioneer

”Having looked into the history of Drinax this is a compilation of what I found I think it is right but we will find out. To start it looks like they are styling themselves off of the old Sindal Empire which is not promising. The old Empire started out with good intentions defending the area from Raiders. But when the Raiders were gone it turned on the area it was to keep safe. To keep hold of there power they used bio weapons,bombing from orbit to keep the other planets inline all very nasty business. But then the empire fell and in its place Drinax step up to take control of the area directly around them. The planet prosper and grow very rich in this time. But they got greedy near the end. They also reverted back to the old ways one example is the bombardment from orbit of Clark with decimation the plant and set there TL back all to keep them inline. Overtaxing the trade between the Imperium and the Aslan caused a massive Aslan invasion and the glassing of their plant. 200 year later and they are skill doing the same with there orbital bombardment and invasion of the plant Asim to take it over cause of a famine on there’s to secure foodstuffs. Let’s hope that the past does not repeat. We will see what the king has to says.”

"My research hasn't been very fruitful. Open source information is limited, and the situation that we are going into needs some serious reconnaissance. Who are the influencers in the Drinaxian court? Do they support the King's initiative? Are they on board with the plan, or do they think the Harrier belongs in the official Drinaxian navy? If there is no-body that wants this ship, why?"

"As near as I have been able to determine, and I did visit the Sindalian Empire Museum on Torpol to discuss a few matters of interest, the Harrier ship may be over 800 years old. It is certainly over 200 years old, and cold-soaked in the depths of space for those 200 years. If Drinax hasn't completely overhauled the hulk, it will need a serious refit before I would be willing to set foot aboard. It will need a crew of capable TL15 technicians just to keep it serviceable, and I have looked far and wide within the Outrim Void, and could not find one TL15 shipyard anywhere. The only place to get this ship overhauled to TL15 standard is within the Imperium. That's my research, for what its worth. Techworld is the next best bet, and it may be able to repair and duplicate parts to TL15, but that would take a trip and some investigation. Personally, the Harrier looks like an albatros. Oh. Also, no Med Bay. Just the Galley table. If that is of any concern to anyone but me."

Silas was excited about everything he had heard and especially the Sindalian Harrier described by Mikhel. Such technology was the province of ranking Imperial Navy or nobility… others might have noticed a brilliant and zealous gleam in his eye while considering such a sophisticated ship. If he could get his hands on those controls!

Silas deferred to Mikhel’s comments on the ship, "800 years old! I’m okay with a torsion wrench and don’t mind getting grease under my nails, but I’m no engineer. There’s bound to be issues in a ship that old. But if we could make it serviceable…" The eye gleamed again. "Techworld?!" Everyone had heard some weird rumour of that world. "I’m game if the crew are. Anything to see that bird fly again."

"Your right a ship that old probably has a lot of quirks unless it’s been majorly overhauled. Tech-World is an option the only TL 15 plants are Theev with has the facilities but is an Amber plant with a 3 pasecs jump to it. The other is Tobia in the imperial 9 jumps away. I am a very competent jdrive engineer and have worked on many of the imperial TL15 ship so should be able to give that section a good look over. As for the kings court if we are not prepared who knows what agendas they have and may try to make us pawns in there games."

"Just a question about the Pioneer what work does it do as a science vessel just that most of my experience is with military ships. Before taking the job I did look up the ship and saw that you guys had done some work for the Emerald Development Council was this helping to develop the area? If so is this some thing we could do for plants in the sector to get them on our side to support Dranix as an alternative to sowing chaos?"

"As best I can determine, and from what I recall of Imperial Navy sweeps through the Outrim Void, Theev is best avoided, if you don't have a lot of rep with pirates. There is tech to be had, it just depends on if you can pay, and keep your ship and your life, afterwards. Perhaps someone knows better, but that is one reason I left the system off my possibilities list. For any questions on what Science can do, that has to go to the Chief Scientist aboard, and Captain. I'm just the bandage dispenser, and not even a licensed "Doctor". As to how the Pioneer could contribute to the plan, I go back to things I've seen and heard of guerrilla conflicts and insurgencies. There are documented cases of individual medical personnel wandering through combat zones, unarmed, assisting villages and farmers with medical needs, unmolested. This happened in areas where armed patrols were attacked and sometimes wiped out. Why was the medic able to wander about alone, when armed patrols couldn't? Because the entire area's population would rise up against the indigenous forces. I'm hoping that is the way to bring Drinax up to benevolent empire status. So, I'm with M. Dawn, if that's the approach for which he's in favour."

"Last I checked I too had very little rep with any pirates and I don’t even own an eye patch or a Tricorne hat. I am just trying to keep our options open and looking for other possibilities like helping out other worlds maybe raise them up and get them back to technological level they were 200 years ago. This might make them more favourable to join the Dranix cause. We see what the King has to say and what his plan is we might have some ideas his not considered too."

"Personally, I'd prefer to accomplish the goal through strengthening the region, rather than by tearing it down. If that is the path the King and his advisory are navigating, perhaps we can help guide them to another. Thank you very much for your researches, too. Every little bit helps. I'm new to the Pioneer as well, so I'm not familiar with its history, but I suppose it's possible they aided a development council to build a region up."

Calendar

1104-358 -- 1104-359 -- 1104-360

• System - Torpol Tlaiowaha Trojan Reach 2221
• Message Center - Anchor link to section of Message Center
• Ship's Log - Anchor links to Personal Logs & Library Entries - Free & Clear
• In Character discussions - Anchor links to discussions on this page

Note - time marks include which ship is involved in the conversations

1104-359 - 08:30

Esafen city, Torpol Equator

Torpol Highport - Office of the Quartermaster

Master Shlito approached his office, arriving for the first time that day. Cerabu watched him from across the broad foyer, all the other offices of port masters and cargo managers looking back at him. Some had already come in and Cerabu watched them to see what office they entered, but he was only interested in Shlito. Cerabu measured him up as he opened the door.

Shlito stood about five-foot-ten, weighed under 200 pounds, his brown hair had started greying and though he kept it fairly short, it was disheveled in a working mop despite the fact he was just arriving. He already had his data-pad open before he reached his office, and opening the door, he hadn’t really taken his eyes off of it.

The ape moved across the area to stop the door before the it closed, intentional making noise to announce his presence. Still, Shlito seemed surprised. “Oh, what?”

Cerabu smiled around his cigar. Past Shlito, other workers could be seen going about their business, though looks of surprise and general awe did not go unnoticed. He was used to it. Uplifted apes were not common. There were several million across the Imperium, moreso closer to the Solomani Rim, but in the Reaches, they were few. Cerabu didn’t need a reputation. He, was enough without it.

“You, you must be Amada Cerabu.” Shlito moved into the outer office and turned to face the museum representative. “Director Zyerski said I should expect you.”

“Ce-ra-bu.” Shlito had mispronounced his name, but the ape was probably the only one who would have heard the subtle differences. He corrected it anyway.

“Kind of early. I don’t really get started until after 09:00. I haven’t even walked the boards and berths to see what’s in and available yet.”

“I need a ship.” Cerabu delivered it flat, trying not to antagonize, but to impart urgency.

“Whoa, there’s a lot of information we need to talk through. Let me set this down and get settled in and then we can start this off. Can you give me fifteen minutes to at least get a cup of coffee?”

Cerabu almost nodded, more like a head lift, looked across the outer area he had just come from to a seat he had made himself comfortable in while he had waited for Shlito to appear. “I’ll be over there.”

Almost fifteen passed before Shlito appeared. “Now, let’s try this again, Mr. Cerabu. I understand you need a ship.”

“And I need to leave today. No later than tomorrow. It’s an assignment from the museum.” He hoped the last would provide the clout he did not have personally.

“Well,” Shlito seemed to have taken everything that had happened before in stride, “we have plenty of ships come through the highport here, and we can usually find one for hire, though it depends on the destination and cargo to if the captain wants to sign on for whatever it is your hauling.”

Cerabu nodded his understanding of the situation.

“Now, if I can ask, what’s your cargo? Or is it just passage.”

“Passage, with space reserved for cargo.”

“Most captains will want to be paid to have empty cargo space. Lost revenue.”

“Not lost,” Cerabu corrected, “Opportunity cost. Can’t lose what you don’t already have.”

“As you say. They’ll still want to be paid.” Shlito paused to look at his data-pad. “How much of the hold are you looking to reserve?”

“All of it.”

The quartermaster looked up at the ape, “You’re not going to find many that will want to do that, even if paid standard rates. Loss of opportunity you said.”

“Opportunity costs.” Cerabu corrected Shlito again slightly emphasizing each syllable, “As I said, the museum is paying.”

“Assuming I can find someone who’d agree to such a contract, what’s the destination?”

“Thebus.”

“That’s quite a haul. I’m not sure we’ll find someone willing to bite.”

Cerabu knew the odds were slim, but slim was better than none. And with the museum’s money behind him, slim odds could have a way of growing. “Let’s get started.”

Master Shlito looks over his records of the ships in system or with advance bookings. "I understand you want to leave right away. If you can hold off a week or so there are better options. I have the Long Spear, a Far Trader under Captain Hook, shakes his head, "He could have named it anything but oh well... I know you do not want to wait but he is a reliable Captain and I can say the Museum would be in safe hands.

Cerabu shakes his head.

(Master Shlito), "Knowing you need to leave so soon there seems to be three options. One I would recommend, one I would tell you to steer clear of, the third, might fit your needs but you would have to convince the captain. The Idle Born can get you there but their Captain is flighty even for a Vargr. Who knows what they will get hyper-fixated on next and leave you at some random port. I would not recommend them for museum business that is on a timetable. Fast ship but you will have to work some magic on him. The other that I can recommend is Captain Aleaso, an Aslan Captain. She has a bit of a plodder, a jump one, but a massive ship, over a thousand tons of displacement. Not sure she will want to travel outside the normal trading routes but she has been through here dozens of times and never a problem to this point. Not sure where she is on her maintenance schedule so I am unsure if she can leave immediately. Very trustworthy captain though. Finally, there is the Free & Clear. Decent captain, has been through a few times. They are a bit slow for your needs but the Captain keeps his ship up to specs and is always looking for a bit of an edge. Seems willing to go off the beaten path.

Pings Cerabu's data pad with the information on the three potential captains. "Let me know if you want other options if none of these pan out. The Long Spear is due sometime in the next week or so out of Marduk if you do end up being able to wait."

Amada Cerabu looks at the new information on his data-pad sifting through each one quickly speaking aloud to himself. "Vargrs are fine . . . thousand tonnes, could use it . . ." He stops at the Free & Clear. "Tell me about this captain, the Free & Clear. What does he look like?"

(Master Shlito)"Slender, medium short, light muddy-brown hair. Very sharp dresser. He definitely has a silver tongue. He could be an amazing trader who just coincidentally has exactly what you need, even if you did not know you needed it." Checks his data pad again "The ship is up to date on everything, we finished refueling it overnight. Captain Cooper has put some feelers out for new crew so it seems he is between jobs at the moment. His docking information is there for all three of them, good luck. If they don't work out I can search again for you."

He looked down at the berthing registration. "This one will do. Slow, but it will do. Where is berth C-1-Eleven-A?"

1104-359 - 08:30 - Traefar Station

To: Cal, Free&Clear
From: Jeet, Traefar Station
I'll be arriving at Torpol Highport at local noon. I will endeavour to arrange a suitable demonstration on station, if possible. I will advise as to where as soon as possible after arriving.
In any event, I will be available at 14:00. If there isn't a demonstration, I will come to the Free&Clear
Jeet

Sure thing, Jeet. Just let me know where.

1104-359 - 10:00 - Torpol Highport - Free & Clear Kalidaren made his way to the dock as arranged with Captain Cooper. Passing security, he looked through the glass as he walked had a good look at each ship as they passed before he saw the Free & Clear. He hailed the Captain on his comm unit to announce his arrival and found them waiting for him.

The two spent some time catching up on the last ten or so years before getting down to business. Kalidaren was amenable to the terms of his shipboard as presented, although he planned to capitalise on trade to his own benefit (and that of the Captain). Which raised the important question, "What were their speculative profit sharing arrangements to be?"

"Cal my friend, I feel a 17.5% commission on trades I broker is a suitable encouragement for me to do my utmost best in your service. I suggest that I will make you more than that on each deal in any case. You've seen my work, and I don't have down days. I'll aim to create business..." he fanned the fingers of one hand like a magician losing a card in their sleeve, "...where there was none to be had." Kalidaren grinned like a hungry cannibal. "And I'll quieten that harmonic murmur in your manoeuvre drive in my spare time. A good deal yes? We're in agreement. Good."

Questions were answered regarding the other crew and their likely goals and destinations plying the spacelanes. In the end the deal was sealed... Kalidaren only waiting to know when they would be leaving Torpol.

Cal adopts an amused expression. I much prefer a true profit sharing model. 4 KCr/month salary, and 10% of all profits. He grins. That encourages you to get the best deal, not the most expensive one.

Kalidaren continued to haggle until he decided that Cal probably had the right of it, and that they were going to make a lot of credits no matter which way they played it. Kalidaren realised he was looking forward to being on a ship with a peers, rather than the short term contracts he'd been accustomed to, and that might be worth a percentage cut. So, accepting his Captain's offer, he was magnanimous for a short time, as if victory was the prize of agreement.

1104-359 - 12:00 - Torpol Highport

Intersystem Shuttle Arrival Dock

Torpol Security takes note of the container Jeet maneuvers off the shuttle, and waves him over. Jeet informed the Security Officer that his purpose for arriving was for a potential job interview, and his stay may require a few more days, if the interview was unsuccessful. Jeet would be in the Torpol system until he could be hired by a ship.
On questioning Jeet about the contents, it is discovered there are parts in the container that could be lethal. Jeet does not attempt to conceal this, and is cooperative when Torpol Security requires the container's contents be locked up, while Jeet is on the station. Also, the weapons would not be allowed down on the planet. Jeet asked about permissions for access and space for demonstrations of the enclosed equipment. Jeet understood there was a weapons range on station, and Jeet wanted the option of performance displays to potential employers.
While going through the Shuttle manifest, and noting Jeet's name on the document Jeet provided, the Security Officer realizes that Jeet had requested a secure lock-up of a container as part of his booking. His mood and attitude changes subtly, and for the better, as he realizes that Jeet had checked the rules, and had made arrangements in advance. The Security Officer didn't even have to call out extra assistance, and as he looked at the entrance to the station, noted the porter and additional Security Officer that would escort the 'offending' container to the lock-up. The two Security Officers gave each other a wave, and the first pointed to Jeet and the container. The escorting Officer gave a thumbs up.

"M. Pringtip, Officer Zexel over there will be your escort to the lock-up, if you will take your container to him. The porter was going to assist with the movement, but it looks like you have that taken care of.

Handing Jeet his papers, the Security Officer adds, "Enjoy your stay, and good luck with the interview."

"Officer, thank you for your assistance, and may I wish you a very boring day."

The officer raises an eyebrow at the comment, and then busts out laughing. "Thanks, I hope it is."

Jeet pulled the shipping container over to the access to the main station. Smiling at the two gentlemen, he said,

"Gentles, I bid you good day. Porter, if you don't have pressing need elsewhere, you could help guide my container. It is self-supporting, and if there is a need to stop it, the red disc on top, here, will turn off the grav units, and the container will come to rest on the deck quickly."

"Officer Zexel, pleased to meet you. I have need of a place to demonstrate the contents in two hours. Is there a place that could be done? If there is a combat range, even better."

The container and the sophonts move through the station towards the Customs Security Holding Area.

"Officer Zexel, for the demonstration, I will be setting the bots equipment to demo-mode, including weapons to 'paint' mode. However, for your peace of mind, and for the safety of the station, I would like to access your station's legal codex for armed bots. Do you have an API address for linking robots to your legal data-base? Will it provide IDs to your Security Staff, or means of ID'ing your staff? I will place the entire staff into the command overrides, giving them priority control. This means any Torpol Security Staff will be identified as command elements, not just friendlies. I am going to set the Inhibitors to Law-Enforcement for the demonstration. That's the second highest mode, but still allow for a good demonstration of the robots' capabilities to defend a ship."

Link: Robotic Laws

(Officer Zexel)"Those restrictions sound appropriate M. Pringtip. Of course no live fire on the Highport, I suspect your potential employer would understand. I can recommend a testing range just outside of the Downport if you need.

At the Customs Station, Jeet acquires a chip of local legal parameters, and checkes over the inhibitions that might be required.

'Law Enforcement' would fit this situation, and Demo Mode would eliminate any lethality. The rifle-strength laser was illegal, even for law enforcement, but in paint mode (only at 'target designation' strength, enough to put a dot of red light on a surface), it wasn't a threat to anyone. Giving the local enforcement staff Priority Command Override should give them some comfort. Jeet takes the time to explain how the demonstration would be run, and asked if there was a suitable place on-station. A shooting range would be the minimum, but an combat simulator would be best.

"Officer Zexel, could the bots be assembled and taken to a ship for a demonstration under seal? If not, I understand. I'll contact the ship's Captain, and see what he'd like to do. We'll put the container in storage until the Captain decides what he wants. I suspect that if he doesn't think I will fit in with his crew, a demo of the bots won't make much of a difference."

"Could I offer you lunch, once done here? If you are able to take a break, that is?" Jeet figures if the officer accepts, Jeet will at least get a decent meal, as the officer wouldn't likely pick a bad spot. And if Jeet keeps things casual, information could be gained.
"I'll just need a moment to update the prospective Captain of the change of plans, and we can go."

Jeet types up a message to send to the Free & Clear, and shows the message to Officer Zexel, before hitting send, to ensure the officer knew the plans/options so he could bless them.

Jeet's message text:

Jeet wanted to check that a demo on a private ship was considered 'legal'. Each ship was supposed to be considered an extrailty zone, but you never knew how stations would interpret the rules.

Jeet Pringtip: [SKILL] Electronics(Computers) 2 (2D+2) (vs Difficulty 4) [2d6+2+2 = 10]
[ +6 Effect] [Exceptional SUCCESS] 5 Minutes checking. For publicly available data search, with +2 DM for INT/EDU.

Free & Clear offloaded over 70dT of cargo on 1104-358 on arrival at Torpol Highport, IAW the Torpol Quartermasters Office.

Officer Zexel doesn't have a lot of time to grab a bit, but suggests a nearby kiosk that serves sandwiches and wraps that are quite tasty, and good value. Jeet requests a transit escort to and from the secure lock-up. Jeet does hope that the return escort will be cancelled, with Jeet and the container staying aboard the Free & Clear. Escort to will be at 13:40 hrs, and escort from could be at 16:00 hrs, depending on the interview. Officer Zexel checks with Security Central, and advises Jeet that there won't be a problem with escorts.

Jeet does check out the Grub & Go kiosk, and it was as Officer Zexel suggested. Jeet asks about security staff, and the kiosk staff knew Officer Zexel as a regular, with a usual favorite wrap. Jeet arranges to have the next meal for Officer Zexel covered. Then, Jeet heads back to the lockup, to await escort to the Free & Clear.

Officer Zexel clears the cargo for Jeet to move it directly to the Free & Clear. He provides the escort to move the cases directly to the loading area for the ship.

To: Cal, Free&Clear
From: Jeet, Traefar Station
I am at Torpol Highport. Local Law Enforcement won't allow armed bots to wander around the station, and there isn't a suitable range on the station for a demo.
Options are a face-to-face without a demo, to see if we have compatible personalities, as a start. Then, see if you want a demo. I have video files showing the bots during testing of their programming. I wouldn't expect you to accept that as complete proof, but it would give you a starting point.
Demos could be done at the range at Torpol Downport, or, if your cargo hold isn't tiptop full, we might arrange something in your ship.
I remain available at 14:00, for which I can come to you.
Jeet

1104-359 - 12:00

Esafen city, Torpol Equator

Torpol Highport - Berth C-1-Eleven-A

"Over there." Cerabu pointed toward the starboard side of the Free & Clear where the cargo doors would open to accept cargo, eventually. When the handler approached, Cerabu signed the data-pad, and sent the handler and their cargo loader on their way, his 100 kilo cargo crate, like himself, sitting and waiting for someone to acknowledge them.

1104-359 - 12:30

Cal exits the Free & Clear airlock, headed towards Cerabu. "Cerabu?!? Where the hell did you come from? I haven't seen you since Arunisiir, back in '86."

"Took long enough. Been standing here most of the afternoon."

"When you disappeared, I wasn't sure what was happening, but I figured it was time to move on. I was hoping to hear from you again, but . . . ." He trails off. Finally, he gestures towards the ship. "Come on in. We've got some catching up to do."

Cerabu smiles as he walks up to join Cal as they enter the ship. "Bigger than the last drone you piloted. Yours? Legal?"

Cal escorts Cerabu on to the ship and to the crew commons. "Yep. Free & Clear, just like the name says. Legal? It is now. Five Points Salvage, on Corban. Top tier on paperwork and transponders." He gestures at the awkward pillar in front of the galley. "Perhaps less so with refits. You want the whole story?"

Cerabu followed the gesture to the pillar, then looked back at Cal. "Sure, I got time."

"Want a beer?" Cal heads to the galley for beverages.

"Something pedestrian. Haven't been drinking of late. Lifestyle change."

Cal returns with a brew in each hand. "Formerly the Pelican; I actually had a legit job piloting her for a small merchant house, but I spotted some odd paperwork from corporate that reminded me of some of the stuff I saw Angie M do, back when I was just getting off Wildeman, except they were leaving a bright blazing trail back to themselves. I sort of . . . refined their plan, and took it over. I ended up with the ship, and they ended up with the educational experience, and the heat. Hopefully it will teach them to be better crooks. I think of it as my own brand of mentoring the next generation. Five Points laundered everything until it was clean as momma's laundry."

The pop of the cap preceded the slight fizzy sound of escaping carbonation, Cerabu smiled the half-smile he gave anyone he felt deserved the recognition, "Good way to develop enemies."

"Eh. I try to be a moving target. Anyway, what brings you by? Other than catching up, and the booze?"

Cerabu put down the bottle and leaned against the wall as though he was simply waiting for the sun to cross the sky. "Got a job for you. Legit, but quiet. Salvage, maybe more. Immediate start, pays well. Need someone I can trust, but it's need to know. What I need to know, without anything more, is if you're open to consider a potential prospect?"

"I could be. I could be. Immediate start, though? I gotta ask. Are you running towards trouble, or away from it? I'm running an honest ship now; there's no profit in violence."

"Neither, but I can't promise. This is the Reach." The ape did a double-tap pointing to his right eye to indicate Always got to be on the lookout.

Pausing for just a second to consider, Cerabu reaches into the right breast pocket as he speaks, pulling out a small electronic device, "No. Time sensitive. Hard deadline. The 50th. Mostly just travel time. Locate, authenticate, retrieve, transport. Legitimate salvage. A race, you might say. As far as I know, we're the only players. But secrets have a way of leaking. Speaking of . . . Is this thing secure?" Cerabu waves his right hand in the air to indicate the Free & Clear as he reaches into his right breast pocket and pulls out a small electronic device.

Cal pauses. "As secure as I can make it, but I haven't yet hired a comms tech. Before we get too deep into it, I'm supposed to be seeing a potential engineer at 2 - somewhere on station; by coincidence, also a comms tech. He's got a couple of bots he built himself, a man called Jeet? Anyway, you're welcome to hang out here while I finish my business on-station. Another old friend popped up last night, Ashe Volare. When I get back, we can hammer out the details. Then, I figure we make a proper night of it, drinking, swapping lies, and pretending we're still young and stupid."

Cerabu looks at the device and nods thoughtfully as he returns it to his pocket.

"Give me a moment to check messages, and see what he's arranged for a location." Cal disappears towards the bridge. After a few minutes, he returns. "Turns out he wasn't able to arrange a demo for his bots without us needing to go to downport. He's going to come here for a face-to-face first. So we've got a bit more time."

Cal sits down, and focuses on Cerabu. "So what's the deal? You mentioned a deadline, and salvage. The Free & Clear is only Jump-1 and 78 tons cargo space, but presumably you knew that before you showed up."

"I'm working for the Museum . . . of the Sindal Empire." He pauses for an expected look of something, shock maybe, confusion maybe, maybe just disbelief, but Cal just continues to observe him.

"Straight up job, on the payroll. Acquisitions. Got word of something could be very important to the museum, if it is real. That's the job. Find it. Authenticate it. If its real, acquire. Kind of the old skills used for the other side." He pauses for a genuine smile curling up the left side of his simian face. "I'd like a faster ship, but trust is more important. Saw your name on the quartermaster's berthings, well . . . we never did each other wrong. In our line, that's worth something."

"I understand trust. In our former line, a comrade you could trust was worth more than anything. Now, it's more contracts, bonds, and escrows, but I can still play by the old rules." He pauses. "That job on Arunisiir. It wasn't me that queered the deal. I looked, but never figured out who."

He snorts through his nose that way apes do half-aggression, half-dominance . . . all dominance. "No, we're good on Arunisiir. Know who it was. Saved his skin with mine. Won't be able to save it when I find him." He snorted again with an angry look. The subject was closed.

Seeing Cerabu's reaction to mention of their history, Cal moves on. "OK, then. Details. It sounds to me like you're looking for a charter, not just passage, am I right? What's the cut? Fee for service, or a percentage of the action? He pauses, and looks intently at Cerabu. How much skin do you have in this game? Can I buy in?"

"Yes, to the first, and a private cabin. My size doesn't share easy. You'd be paid. And you'd be compensated for an empty cargo hold at the four parsec rate, plus fifty percent. All up front. Generous because the museum won't profit directly from the acquisition, if it exists. It might amount to nothing. Twenty-k bonus for each day ahead of the 50th. Fuel and berthing paid by the museum of course, but . . .," he pauses to emphasize, "I am the company man. Ship's yours, won't interfere, but I direct the assignment."

"Nothing in the game for me. Was comfortably peaceful on retreat. They came to find me. Figured, if getting back in after . . . after fifteen years . . . no contacts, no stake, just a job, and no reputation. If this thing is authentic . . . a very big score, reputation wise. If it is real . . . I'm back in the game, reputation intact."

Cal snorts, "Look at us. Honest work? Who would have thought it." He pauses, doing the math in his head. "Four parsecs, that's 28 days each way, plus slippage, and the 50th is only 61 days away. That's gonna be tight, I won't lie. Cargo alone for that run is 350 KCr each way, there and back, plus 50% and you've topped a megacredit. With that time frame, I'm not going to have time to find passengers, so that's another 350 KCr, on top of your passage at 50 KCr. Your museum paying the 50% bonus on the passage fees also?"

He nods. "You in? Need to leave today if possible. Tomorrow at the latest. If you want to run your own cargo on the way there, I'm okay with that. Museum's still paying for the space."

"That kind of money, I'd be a fool not to. I'm in. I'm not going to count on cargo, with the time frame you've got, we're going to have to jump like an X-Boat. But if my broker can make arrangements, I'm not going to turn it down. Expenses include ammunition. How likely are we to see combat on this adventure? Because I charge extra for getting shot at."

Cerabu shrugs. "Wait see what happens. First jump's Marduk, then Thebus. I'll draw up contracts, then money."

"If the funds clear, hopefully we can jump tonight. I'll contact my new astrogator and let him know we jumping ASAP. I'll meet with this Jeet fellow in about an hour - if he works out, we'll have a full crew, if not, I'm willing to fly short-handed for a couple of jumps. It's not ideal, but," he shrugs, "needs must."

Cerabu stands, reaches out and takes his cane in hand. "The funds will clear. My crate's outside. I'll have the contract within an hour. Thanks for the suds." (Which he never took a sip of.)

Cal stands as well. "Let me authenticate you to the ship. Cabins are on deck 2." He grins again. "I'll get my steward to help you." He presses the intercom. "Ashe? We've got a passenger. Come and give him a hand."

"At once, Sir," Ashe responds in a lower, masculine register. He appears wearing a suit complete with a tie. The svelte man is ready and willing to assist Cerabu to the best of his ability.

When Ashe appears, Cerabu nods to his one-kilo crate waiting by the cargo doors.

Jeet, confirming 14:00 at the ship.
(sent when Cal was on the bridge in the above scene)

1104-359 - 13:30

Urgent message from the Free & Clear to Kalidaren

Kalidaren, I just got us a juicy charter, the catch is it's an urgent departure. If possible, we lift ship tonight for Marduk. If you've got a line on cargo, and it can be loaded by 18:00, good, otherwise we lift empty. Any gear you need, get it shifted to the ship ASAP. Problems or questions, contact me at the ship, otherwise, I'll see you by 18:00.

Cal out.

Hi Cal
Understood. I'll see if any cargo can be sourced quickly. An empty hold is no way to conduct a trading operation.
To work.
Kalidaren

Kalidaren Seeking Spec Trade - Torpol Highport
Task Chain to locate an Online Supplier
Average 8 - Science Economics 2 - EDU +3 - Total (boxcars!) 21
Average 8 - Admin 1 - EDU +3 - Total 10
Total Effect = 15 reduces time taken from 6 hours to...

Amount of Biochemicals available 1d6x5 ton = 10 ton

Purchase Price 65% (Cr32,500/ton) - Broker +3 - Water World +2 - Opposition Broker -2 = 15

Kalidaren went to work doing what he loved, and shortlisted suppliers in the Starport having hooked into the datafeed. He cross referenced the shortlist against current trends and what he could glean of recent manifest data before making the calls. He settled on one Liraya Dask who was spruiking Biochemicals and arranged a meet.

Kalidaren dressed in his suit when he was conducting business, a matte black suit with a deep green lining subtly visible in the cuffs and lapels; a black dress shirt and an emerald silk tie; sharp boots, and a simple ring bearing the Kalidaren Starfarers logo. Nearly black deep grey eyes, a close cropped full beard a little longer at the chin and straight dark medium length hair.

The meet went well for Kalidaren, leaving Liraya at a loss for the next deal. He'd persuaded her on price and now needed to pay and so pinged Captain Cooper.

Cal
Require a prompt response.
I assumed you had cargo space.
Have sourced 10 ton Biochemical cargo for trade at a good price.
Only have funds for 5 ton. How are you for credits currently?
Move fast this could be stowed by 18:00
Kalidaren.

Private to Amada Cerabu
For your museum

Invoice for charter
343,200 Cargo, 4 parsecs, 78 tons @ 4400/ton
138,000 Middle passage, 4 parsecs, 6 cabins @ 23 KCr
78,000 Low passage, 4 parsecs, 20 pods @ 3900 Cr
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559,200 One way full load
559,200 Return trip
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1,118,400 Sub-total
559,200 50% surcharge
80,000 Fuel
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1,757,600 Total

Call it 1.7 megacredits - this big a charter, payment in advance is worth the discount.

1104-359 - 13:58 Torpol Highport - Berth C-1-Eleven-A

A Torpol Security Officer appears at the airlock bay of the Free & Clear, with a gentleman dragging along a sizable container. The container would likely take up half a ton, if it were placed in cargo, with it being a metre wide and high, and about three metres long. It could fit through a person airlock, but it would require anyone else to crouch down on top of it, if anyone could go with it at all. The person maneuvering the container was well dressed, and obviously not a union Porter.

Once at the lock, the Escorting Officer stood aside, and the gentleman approached the airlock. He activated the external comms, and said,

"Ahoy, Free & Clear. This is M. Jeet Pringtip. I am expected by the Captain for an interview."

Jeet! Good to see you. I checked, and your Robotics credentials are impressive. I wasn't able to connect with your last captain, but I'm willing to take a certain amount of things on faith.

As I mentioned, the life of a free trader is uncertain. I've just signed a lucrative charter deal, with the stipulation that we leave as soon as possible. I aim to lift ship by 22:00 tonight at the latest, ideally sooner, as time is of the essence. I can offer you a 2-month trial as Engineer, at 4000/month. If it works out, we'll discuss something more long-term, if it doesn't, we part ways mutually satisfied. If things go sour in the middle, well, hopefully we can work it out, but I'll guarantee you at least a Class C starport.

He pauses, starting to put his hand forward, waiting for Jeet to respond. When Jeet advances to shake, he continues. Unless things go very sour. I don't like trouble. If trouble is following you, you let me know first thing, and we'll deal with it. If you cause trouble, you're off my ship at the next port. Big trouble, maybe a bit sooner. Because of the time constraint, I'm taking a bigger gamble on you than I'd like.

I realize this is short notice, but I need an answer now. How soon can you be ready? If you don't have your bots with you, I can arrange to have them shipped, or reimburse you for their transport, within reason.

"I have everything I need, including the robots, with me now. So, as soon as you allow me to put this shipping container in your cargo hold, everything I have will be aboard."

Jeet turns to the escorting officer, and says,

"Officer? It appears that return escort will not be needed. Many thanks for the personal attention and courtesy. I will be posting a five star review of Torpol Station before the Free & Clear departs."

Turning back to Cal, Jeet continues the discussion,

"Captain, I can't say how much I appreciate the job offer, and I can see you are in a hurry, but I would be uncomfortable accepting a job as a Ship's Engineer, if I am the only engineer aboard. I didn't post for that type of position. I can handle a lot of things, and I can assist with a lot more, but please tell me you have another engineer with more ship time."

"Also, if we are going to be forthright, I didn't arrive here under my current name. If you did even a cursory search of the Xanadu's manifest, you noticed that Jeet Pringtip didn't arrive on that ship. So, am I running from something? Not under that name. An alias of mine is being looked for, but not in this Sector. Nobody in the Imperial Department of Justice currently has any of my aliases under warrant, if that means anything. I have very good connections with Tukera Security, if that means anything, although that will probably only be helpful if we get into Imperial territory."

"So. Still want a demo?"

You won't be the only engineer, but you will be primary. If you have issues or a question, let me know. At least initially, I'll check your jump entry calculations - I got my start in the engine room, and I've managed to keep my hand in from time to time, in order to stay fresh. I'm guessing your engineering focus is power systems? If your stay, I'd ask you to work on training up your J-drive skills, at least to a full Mate's certificate, or the local equivilent.

Regarding your past, I appreciate your honesty. Regarding your bots, for the moment, they would need to stay in cargo. I'll want to discuss them and their capabilities with you, but I don't have the time at the moment. Eventually we'll be able to arrange that demo.

The job is yours if you want it, but I'm afraid I must insist on an immediate response.

"This is pretty much the craziest hire I've had, but it looks like you have a new crew member. If I can stow this container where it will be accessable later, I will head to the Engine Room to look over the essentials. Unless the condition of the engines is really bad, I'll make the attempt at being an en-gan-ear.

1104-359 - 14:00 Torpol Highport - Museum of the Sindal Empire

To: Director Zyerski
CO: Museum of the Sindal Empire
From: Amada Cerabu
Re: Exploration Charter

Charter secured. As expected, expensive, 2 MCr. A fair price. Make available immediately. Lift off as soon as the ship is loaded and paid.

At least a week delay, otherwise.

Will provide invoice upon return.

See Contract attached within.

To:Cerabu - A reasonable number. Additional work if completed on time and under budget. Post if any issues, I expect you to beat any post back here. Good Hunting Z out.

1104-359 - 15:00 Torpol Highport - Berth C-1-Eleven-A

To: Cal Cooper
CO: Free & Clear
From: Amada Cerabu
Re: Exploration Charter

Funds secured. Contract approved.

Private to Kalidaren
Kalidaren. Funds secured. See attached; I've set you up with drawing access on ships funds with a limit of 500 KCr for investment purposes, and a separate access for 50 KCr for life support, maintenance, and expenses. Take a look at the ships records to see if there's anything that's been missed, but to the best of my knowledge, all we need at the moment is another 20 tons of fuel. It seems like we're running light on this trip though, so if we can spare the cargo space, get 40 - just make sure there's 10 tons of space left for our passenger, crew allotments, ships stores, etc.
Cal out.

Kalidaren leads the starport stevedores to the Free & Clear feeling like he'd done some honest labour. He'd brought 40 ton of cargo, unfortunately most of it low value foodstuffs, but some of it expensive trade goods the Captain would appreciate having in his hold and a good performance given the short timeframe.

While he oversaw the loading, he connected to the ship's computer via his datapad and began entering the data into the ship's ledger. It had been awhile since he'd pursed, so he took a little while setting up the sheet. He also contacted the highport admin and sourced the required fuel for the top up before they jumped.

It was 17:50 by the time Kalidaren was satisfied that the cargo was stowed and recorded, and his personal effects were stowed in his room. He was hungry. He found his way to the crew common area and edged past the aftermarket support pillar and found himself the food dispenser and helped himself. He removed his jacket and hung it over the seat back and began eating. Never good to travel on an empty stomach.

Free & Clear Ledger

Starting balance KCr550 (KCr500 investment line - KCr50 expenses line) - Cargo 78 ton - Maintenance Costs 4298 Cr/Month - Life Support Costs 8000 Cr/Month (plus 500 Cr / jump for passengers)

(via intraship comms) Ashe? Slight change of plans. I want to lift by 20:00. Plan for dinner at 21:00. We've got a full crew of 4, plus our passenger.

1104-359 - 18:00 Torpol Highport - Berth C-1-Eleven-A - Free & Clear

Amada Cerabu looked at the Free & Clear. It would be home for the next two months, possibly more if there were complications. It's been a long time, he thought to himself, Fifteen years. Reflexively, he tilted his head to the side cracking a few vertebrae into alignment. He rolled his massive shoulder up and back easing the tension from the muscles. Fifteen years since he was in control of his life, much less a project of this potential. Excited wasn't the right word. Enthusiastic wasn't right. Anxious?

He walked toward the ship, suitcase in his left hand, his ever present cane in his right. Cane wasn't precise, it was more of a staff, made of dense wood and intricate metal inlay. The rest of his possessions had arrived when he had spoken to the captain, Cal Cooper, earlier in the day, securing the services of the Free & Clear for the next two months at a hefty price. If everything went as hoped, if there was even anything to go right or wrong, it would be worth the time. He didn't care about the money. It wasn't his anyway.

Cerabu followed Cal on board. He trusted Cal as much as he trusted anyone. It had been a long time, but they'd never steered each other wrong in the past, why would they start now. Still, it was hard to trust anyone. Cal's crew, was another question. He was in the process of hiring. It was not an auspicious start. An untested crew. An unknown ship. An excursion that might turn out to be nothing. Yes, anxious was the right word. He was anxious to get under way.

Cal greets Cerabu as he boards. "Welcome aboard. That's your luggage? We stowed your small cargo crate earlier. It is as close as we could get it to give you access. Are we expecting anything more? If not, I hope to lift at 19:00. Ashe is prepping a lift-off dinner for tonight at 21:00; you can meet the crew. Sorry, our planned night of debauchery will have to wait, as I'll be headed straight to the bridge as soon as dinner is over.

Cerabu had sent everything over in his cargo container delivered when he first visited the Free & Clear. Only his small suitcase remained of the possessions he owned. Everything to his name was purchased within the last few months, mostly for his trip to Torpol for this very excursion. It had cost him more than he was willing to part with, but he parted with the funds anyway. Over fifteen years he lived like a monk living in a cell less than the size of a stateroom. He would consider anything luxurious at this point. Possessions? He'd was only just getting used to the though of owning something again, of it being his and his alone. And privacy? A commodity he would not take for granted.

Cal had given Cerabu access to all the appropriate places, and to his stateroom. The commons had been clear of surveillance devices when he had checked earlier. Security and privacy was something of which Cerabu was very conscious. Reaching into his jacket vest pocket, he pulled out his scanner and swept his room. It was clean. He was grateful for that. Cal still seemed trustworthy.

1104-359 - 18:00

Torpol Highport, this is the Free & Clear, requesting liftoff clearance for 19:00 tonight. Appreciate anything you can do to expedite. Say the word and we'll be out of your hair.

Torpol HighPort"Free & Clear your departure is approved. Safe Jump. Torpol Highport out"

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1104-358 - 09:00

Cal bangs on the stateroom door. Rise and shine, Princess!

There's a loud groan beyond the door as Ashe checks the clock. Fuck!

Ten minutes of rummaging later, Ashe emerges from the stateroom with black hair askew and no makeup of which to speak. I hate mornings, Cal.

Some things never change. Coffee?

Ashe nods eagerly. They blink several times. Yes, please. Ashe's ruby red eyes took a moment to adjust to the light of the galley. What time is it?

Cal points at the wall display, 9:15 local. We called it a night around midnight. I limited myself to a couple of beers. After a moment, he continues, So, you never mentioned last night why you're here, beyond a desire to leave Torpol. I hadn't thought it such a bad place, but I've only every really seen the Highport, so I wouldn't know personally.

Huh. Well, that's better than two in the afternoon. Perhaps I can approximate a functional adult if I'm up this early. Ashe rolls a shoulder. And when have I ever been associated with moderation, Stud? You've probably seen the entertainment news featuring yours truly.

I saw your were on planet, but I didn't see a performance scheduled that I would be able to make. I had planned to contact you, but I've been busy trying to arrange a crew for the ship.

Oh, right. You can't make shit for money on Torpol. Not as a famous performer. I can't even find a half-decent patron that doesn't want me to perform favours behind the scenes. Ashe's face contorts with mild disgust. So I need to find other ways to turn a profit. The next best thing is taking to space and signing on to a crew. I can appease whomever you decide to ferry between systems and I'm a quick learner. Hell, I've even learned how to handle a firearm. Ashe makes a finger pistol and 'fires' it at the wall.

Cal shudders briefly at the idea of Ashe and firearms. As it happens, I could use a Steward. Not one that insults the passengers taste in music and decor. He pauses. Any other shipboard skills?

Hey! Ashe protests in offense. I can play nice. I can also play flirty and naughty but you know that. They wink at Cal. But in all seriousness, let me know what else you need and I can start training to fill that role. You know my half-Darrian heritage and education. I learn pretty quickly. I could even learn to do the paperwork. Such a dull proposition clearly doesn't interest the entertainer.

Cal looks closely at Ashe, assessing their intent, then nods. Like I said, I can use a Steward. But before we go any further, tell me honestly. Is trouble following you? I won't turn you out, I owe you that, but when you helped me off-world, I was honest about what I was running from. I expect the same from you.

Ashe takes a deep breath when asked about trouble. Honestly? No. This is just an 'I need cash to keep up my lifestyle' move. I have no trouble following me. Nothing that doesn't come with the life like a stalker or five but they're mostly harmless.

OK. If you know of anything immediate, you let me know.

Cal takes a breath and fires off a modified version of his standard spiel. Welcome to the Free & Clear. I'm looking for two more crew - assuming I get them, as Steward you get your choice of the rear cabins on Deck 2, with the passengers; the rest of the crew is on Deck 1. You keep the passengers happy and out of my hair. Pay is 2000 credits a month; if you train up, pay goes up. If the ship gets a jackpot, I split 10-25% after expenses among the crew, based on seniority and contribution. I don't charge crew for food, air, or services, it's all included. Don't cause trouble for the ship. If trouble is following you, tell me first thing.

He pauses. If I don't find a purser, you're also in charge of provisions. If I do hire one, you let them know if you have any dietary needs or preferences. If I don't, you get needs and preferences from the crew. Any questions?

Rear cabins? Damn, that is so not my style, Ashe grumbles. And is there any chance for supplemental pay? I've got expenses, Cal. I need to keep myself afloat, if you catch my meaning. Ashe frowns as they stroke their chin. I may also be able to make connections among high society where needed and I can be persuasive given the chance. Is there any possibility of being cut in on trade profits?

I don't plan on causing trouble. If it pops up, you'll be the first to know. And I don't mind taking the purser job if necessary.

Cal steels his voice, projecting tough love. The Steward job isn't that onerous. You'd have time in transit for your own projects. In port, you need to be available to deal with passengers. If we're in port for a while, you should have plenty of free time to schedule a performance or two, but you arrange your schedule around the ship's needs, not the other way around. If you're looking for a private yacht, then you're paying me.

He softens. I owe you, but I've put everything I have into this ship. I'm not risking it, not for you, not anybody or anything."

Yeah, yeah. I get that. It's just that there's a fairly obvious drug I'm on that's fucking expensive. It's a nasty habit but I'm not willing to give it up.

I can do that. And I wouldn't ask you risk the ship. Hell, if I wanted a private yacht I'd look for a rich benefactor who wants me to go on tour. Ashe smirks, knowing full well that the life of a touring artist came with all sorts of issues on its own. Maybe I can even create a few albums while I'm in transit.

That's my Ashe. We have a deal?

If you want me to be your Ashe we're sharing a bunk, Stud. But yes, we have a deal. Ashe offers their hand to shake.

Cal advances to shake Ashe's hand. Deal. He gestures towards the galley. Until I have the rest of my crew, I'm not committing to crew chores, but I would like a demonstration of these Stewarding skills of yours. Familiarize yourself with the galley. Dinner at 7, plan for 3, but make sure whatever you do is flexible as to the number. He grins. Impress me.

1104-359 - 17:00

Having spent a few hours in the Engine Room, going over the maintenance logs and crawling over the machinery, Jeet comes to the conclusion there has been an effort to keep the engines in good condition. They will do the job, without too much risk.
The Ship's Computer was another story. The Intelligence Interface was a mess. Jeet would have to go over the code in Jump, and see if he couldn't clean it up.
Well, maybe ask the Captain first? Yeah.

Having spent a good amount of time in the machinery spaces, Jeet headed to the Crew Lounge for a cuppa. And that was another mess. Perhaps he could do something with the decor? A 3D holo-mural might be in order. Jeet goes back to the cargo bay, digs into his storage container, and pulls out three small devices. Bringing them back to the lounge, he fiddles with one of them for a few minutes. The room is scanned, and he pulls out his PDA. More adjustments to the room map, and that really unfortunate pillar, and sets the first device against the top of front bulkhead against the ceiling. The second and third go into unobstructed locations in the back two corners. Then, Jeet turns them on. Nice! Hope the crew likes the change.

The crew lounge now looks like a forest clearing. The walls are bushes and shrubs, thick and impassible. The center pillar appears to be a tree trunk, of a tree that appears to extend well into the distance above the floor. Lighting in the room emulates breaks in the overhead coverage, and therefore consistent with the existing lighting. None of the features of the actual room are changed. The tables appear unchanged, but the counters and stowage bins and cupboards, have overlays of hardened military field gear. The overall appearance is not unlike being in a transportable field kitchen, with a forest extending out into the distance, over the bushes that represent the actual ship's bulkheads.

Jeet thinks it looks OK. The existing crew will likely be shocked. Perhaps they'll like it, though. Won't take any effort to change it, if they don't. There were options for an underwater scene, a desert landscape (with particularly elegant sunrises and sunsets), and a fuss strasse (street with shops and cafes, where there are no vehicles, only foot traffic).

1104-359 - 18:10

Over ship intercom All hands. Lift scheduled for 19:00. If it's not onboard, it's not going with us. Dinner at 21:00. I'd like everyone to be there, so we can introduce ourselves properly. Sorry this has been such a scramble, but our esteemed passenger is in a hurry. He pauses. I've invited him to join us as well.

21:00 - Dinner in the crew commons before Jump

Cal stands. I would like to first express my gratitude that all of you pitched in and got us under way so quickly. Our charter, he nods to Cerabu, has urgent business on Thebus, so time was of the essence.

Cerabu, who stands aside, nods toward the collective table, the small red sun of his cigar showing he has just inhaled. His six-foot-three frame is not impressive in and of itself, but Cerabu is an ape and his width is almost twice that of an average human. His form fitting orange and deep-brown body-fitting outfit adds to the impressiveness of the image as it does nothing to hide his muscled arms. Only the long dark-yellow scarf looped loosely around his shoulders and falling across his chest does anything to hide his massive form. Jewel encrusted rings adorn three fingers. Sprinkled silver-grey color the short-kept chin beard and jawline, and become more prominent as it flowed down into the longer hair around his neck and the end of the hair flowing back from his head, ending just below his shoulders.

Regardless, now that we're under way, I wanted to take this opportunity for all of us to get to know each other. Most of you know me from past encounters, he nods to Ashe, Kalidaren, and Cerabu, but I don't believe any of you know each other.

First, however, I'd like to go over the ship charter. He pauses.
It's my ship. I'm the captain. I run it fair, I pay good wages, with bonuses as events warrant. But my word is final.
Don't cause trouble on the ship, and if trouble is following you back to the ship, you let me know.
There's a card table over there, he gestures to the other side of the room, everyone is free to join in a game after shift, but my rules are:

1. small stakes. The game should be fun.
2. cash only.
3. you buy in when you sit down, you cash out when you stand up.
4. no cheating. Cheating counts as trouble.

Now, let's enjoy this delicious dinner that Ashe has prepared.

Ashe appears with plates in the new common area. He is of average height for a guy, if somewhat effete in build. His long, raven hair is tied back into a neat ponytail save for some bangs that frame his pale face. However, the most notable thing about him (aside from his crimson eyes) is those elongated elven ears sticking out. Still, he appeared professional in a white dress shirt, black blazer, matching dress pants, and a deep red tie to match his eyes. Also on his hands are white gloves. He looked similar to the famous performer Ashe Volare, possibly even a brother to her. He quickly placed the hot meals (with a vegetarian option for Cerabu) in the place settings, all of which had a fork, knife, black cloth napkin, and side plate for the bread roll and the dish of butter and a gravy boat placed in the centre of the table beside the salt and pepper. Following that, Ashe took his seat.

The meal is the local fare served with a mix of spices meant to compliment the meat's natural flavour with gravy drizzled on top. There are peas and mashed potatoes on the side.

The patron / passenger does not move toward the spread, instead seeming indifferent.

Cerabu? Is there a problem?

Kalidaren rested his forearms on the edge of the table, his fingers laced together as he regarded the group with a measured gaze. The newly ordained Purser was nearly six foot, had dark medium length hair and short beard and still wore his suit from the day’s brokering activities, (although he planned to change it for his more comfortable shipboard coverall after the rushed day).

"Fair rules, Captain, and spoken with the clarity of a man who’s seen his share of chaos aboard a ship. Your guidelines are a welcome safeguard for our continued harmony." He smiled a faint, wry smile. "For those of you I’ve not yet had the pleasure of working alongside, I’m Kalidaren—trader, broker, and occasional solver of problems that aren’t entirely straightforward. Formerly of Kalidaren Spacefarers."

"Cal and I have crossed paths before, and I have vouched for him. As for our luck aboard the Free & Clear, well, let’s just hope it doesn’t match his luck at cards—unless you enjoy living dangerously." He let the joke land before continuing. "In all seriousness, I respect a ship run with order and fairness. We’re to be crew and mates, so here’s to smooth sails—or as smooth as they get in this business, and to auspicious trading!" He raised his glass in a toast, his expression equal parts serious and amused.

After the introductions, Kalidaren thanked Ashe for the meal. He also commented about the new decor, that hadn't been there earlier when he'd passed through, and learned that it was Jeet that had provided this. "Much more civilised!" he appreciated the effort.

"I am Ashe Volare, currently the steward on board the Free & Clear. Before you ask, yes. I am the same Ashe as the performer. Think of this as me but in a shipboard service role." He places the tines of the fork down as he cleanly slices off a piece of meat. The fork's tines remain pointed down as he places the food in his mouth and chews. Once he swallows, he continues. "I will also be putting on shows in port and helping to forge connections with the upper echelons of society where applicable. Cal also has me training as the backup pilot. All those years of performance and sport helped build my natural dexterity, after all." Ashe smirks as he cuts another piece of meat. "As for the gambling, I shall pass as somebody has to clean up after the meal. Afterwards, I will work on a few songs for my next album." Ashe has many vices but gambling isn't one of them.

The dark complexioned man stands up to introduce himself, and the rest of the crew realize he isn't much taller sitting down. He's actually shorter than Ashe. He is in neat, clean ship's clothes, a bodysuit with integral footwear. His build is pretty solid, not thin, nothing like Amada. "This is technically my first hire as an engineer. I've done a few working passages as the backup on some J3 ships, and I have a certificate for Power. Mostly, I am a robotics specialist. Techworld is my starting place, so I'm near home. I have two gunner/security robots in the cargo bay, and by appearance, they'd give our patron a run for his money on upper body looks. I can do a lot of odd jobs, as well. Thanks to the Holo-artist Garlis Agamki, I have introduced a bit of color to the crew space. This is variable. Also, if it can help, I might be able to assist with light shows for performance backgrounds? And if anyone has cyber implants, I could help with those, as well. Really looking forward to working with you all.

"Name?" Cerabu asks.

"Yeah! I'm not nervous." Shakes his head. Looking Amada in the eyes, "Jeet. The Geek. Last name is Pringtip."

Cerabu hmms to himself as he takes the cigar in the first two fingers of his right hand as he takes a couple of steps forward, still keeping a meter or so between himself and the table. "Amada Cerabu. This ship is under my charter for the next two months, maybe more, depending on delays, but I won't interfere with the Captain's running of the ship. I like my privacy, respect it."

He takes a puff from his cigar. "With that said, you can lose your money to me anytime. I have to pay for all this." He waves his hand to indicate the ship. A smile allows smoke to escape through his teeth.

"As Captain said, we're bound for Thebus via Marduk. I don't expect trouble, timetable can't afford it. More information will be provided as we approach. I hope you like life aboard ship, because it's straight through at Marduk both ways. We'll have a few days on Thebus, but you'll be working, so no to performances off-ship. Those robots in cargo, I will be accessing the cargo bay throughout. I paid for it. Make sure they don't disturb me." With his speech completed, Cerabu moves to where Ashe had the food staged and fills a plate of vegetarian options.

21:00 - Post-Dinner Jump

Kalidaren: [SKILL] Astrogation (2D+5) (vs Difficulty 4) [2d6+5 = 15] [+11 Effect] [Exceptional SUCCESS] Charting Jump course Torpol to ...

Jeet: [SKILL] Engineer (2D+2) (vs Difficulty 4) [2d6+2 = 9] [+5 Effect] [Average SUCCESS] Firing Jump drive.

21:45 - Post-Jump Checks and Verifications

"Captain! If I could have a moment of your time? Has anything been done to accommodate our patron's accommodations? Has M. Cerabu asked for any adjustments? It occurs to me that a standard ship's bunk will not easily accommodate the width of shoulder for our guest. I have two ideas. One will not require any permanent changes to the cabin, one will require the installation of anchor points. Actually, pretty significant anchor points.
The first is to modify a bulkhead panel, and place legs on one side. This would fit onto and over the existing bunk, and allow M. Cerabu to pull out the panel to expand the width of the bunk by nearly double. With an extra mattress, from the unused stowed upper bunk, M. Cerabu would have lots of upper body room to sleep comfortably. The panel could be slipped back under the mattress of the lower bunk and be out of the way when not in use. No changes to the ship, and easily removable, when he leaves.
The second is a hammock? That would require the anchor bolts on two bulkheads, and they would involve drilling and bolting on two sides of each wall. If removed, blanking panels would be needed to cover the removal.
Would you like to consider the changes, and do we wish to accommodate our guest? This is a two-month trip, and M. Cerabu is likely not going to be very comfortable. I'd prefer a well rested and happy patron, personally.

I'll check with him tomorrow morning. Probably not a good idea to bother him tonight. I got the idea he wanted to settle in tonight; get reset to ship time.

"Hello Jeet, Kalidaren," he extended a hand. "A fellow engineer. It will be good to work with you." Kalidaren had now changed out of his suit and into his standard jump outfit, worn dark grey coveralls, actually the inner skin of a vacc suit, tied at the waist with a t-shirt underneath. Today's t-shirt colour was dark purple. The broker looked like a completely different person, like he'd cast off a costume. "I'm rated with manoeuvre drives and I'm... handy with a wrench. Happy to help make adjustments." He turned and waited for the Captain's response.

22:00 - Bridge

Cal thinks back to his conversation with Jeet, and realizes that's what he has a Steward for. He pauses his pre-jump activities for a moment to activate the intercom. (Private to Ashe) Ashe? Jeet suggested that our passenger might be more comfortable with a few modifications to his cabin to accommodate his size. Check with Cerabu tomorrow morning - if he wants anything, coordinate with him and with Jeet to make it happen.

22:00 - Cargo Bay

Having changed into looser fitting clothes that left his arms and lower legs free, Cerabu made his way to the cargo bay. It was one of the reasons he had chosen the port-aft stateroom--almost immediate access below. He carried his metal decorated staff-cane with him.

Sixty-tons of cargo and fuel occupied most of the cargo bay; that left twenty tons of space still available. It wasn't all in one place. Cal had the fuel separated from the cargo. Cerabu would have to adopt the space in between. He knelt down to start his meditation, placing his staff behind him.

Almost thirty minutes pass before the ape began moving again. At first his movements are slow, taking extended forms of balance and strength and holding them, moving slowly from form to form and holding each. About thirty minutes after he started the forms, he picks up the pace, along with his staff. There is no mistake. Cerabu is practicing a combat style. After another thirty minutes, he settles back into his kneeling meditation position where he remains until he stands and returns to his stateroom two hours after he had begun.

23:00 - Crew Quarters

Back in quarters, Jeet checks for anything he can find on Ashe, for ideas on how to set up holograms for possible performances.

Jeet: [SKILL] Electronics (Computers) (2D+4) (vs Difficulty 6) [2d6+4 = 12] [+6 Effect] [Exceptional SUCCESS] 3 Minutes. Searching Ship's 'Local News' database for Ashe info/images/video.