Dawn of Space Piracy IC
Cyrus fervently dug through the rack of bottles under the counter, searching frantically for the thing he knew wasn't there.
He found absolutely no imported drinks, nothing from any planet other than their last stop, which was at least three weeks ago, giving up, he hopped over the bar counter and landed in a stool positioned perfectly. He dug through his coat for a knife and chucked it towards the far wall into the dartboard.
He knew full well the tedium of space travel. In a day or two they were supposed to reach their next objective, a small port planet where they would land and do some trading on their way to a safer location. Sometimes it pays to play nice. He wondered who else of the crew was bored
Ship Bar - Day 001~hH:mM
Amelia strode into the room, closing her eyes. She starts to speak with her sanded-down, glossy, and practiced voice, "If you are so very bored, why not just sleep? I am to understand that we have been assigned a recon, trade, and maybe casual mission." She kept her acting position as an equal part of the team, to ensure her survival on the voyage. Knowing that her adoptive father had recently been eliminated by his "friends" didn't help her feeling of constant dread of mutiny. Of course, she would never allow anyone to know such a thing.
Death dealer was in training room aboard the ship. He was benching 750 pounds. He was able to do this due to being a Mauscin; which had well over Olympic levels of strength. The problem was that he didn't have a spotter on board with him to help him lift the weight when his arms got tired. He wasn't wearing his gear or a shirt revealing a mausculan body but he still had pants, his boots, and his mask on. He never took his mask off as far as anyone knew and that's how death dealer wanted to keep it. Though his job was to guard the captain, he figured the captain could hold while he worked out. He lifted the bar and weight and tossed it in front of him in the room. Death dealer sat up and began to breath a little heavy. "That's enough for the hour." Death dealer leaned back to relax. If anyone wanted to work out with him, they surely were invited, but death dealer never really had someone to call a friend and things might get awkward.
Zeekal Jerome was deep in concentration. His robotic claws delicately held two wires apart from each other. Recently one of the lights in his 'garage' (The cargo hold of the ship) had completely shorted out and required him to open up the fuse box. It also required him to suspend himself 20 feet off of the ground. The soles of his feet have an electro magnetic field capable of holding up to 200 after his own weight. They certainly help, but it was a frustrating amount of effort to go through to fix something as simple as lights.
He connected the two wires together and with a steady hum the light sprang back to life.
"My repairs are complete!" he said to no one in particular. His voices sounded human but it had a faint digitized sound to it that gave away the fact that he relied on technology to speak. He then closed the fuse box and stood up straight. He was hanging from the ceiling upside down. Carefully he turned off of the electro magnets on each foot one at a time and slowly walked down the wall back to the safety of the floor.
Zeek then got to work inspecting various systems of the ship from the computer terminal he had installed. From here he could check on the status of all of the systems and detect any problems in the ship on a room to room basis. Everything seemed good. From here he could see what was being used. The exercise room had it's lights on meaning one of the members was using it. Probably that Chaplain Mu creature. Zeek always thought of him as the 'literal beefhead'. He also thought of the 'Death Dealer', the mysterious masked figure who always hid his face. Zeek didn't like him. He didn't seem to trust the crew enough to know what his face looked like. How could they trust him to protect their lives?
He was running diagnostics on the ships system when something alarming appeared on screen. The kitchen had an abnormally high heat signature. A fire! He pressed a button to activate the ship's intercom.
"Fire detected in the ship's kitchen! I am en route to treat it!" He called into the intercom before he grabbed a fire extinguisher and rushed over to the fire source. The advantage of being almost entirely machine was that he wasn't nearly as flammable anymore.
Ven was organizing his kitchen ingredients while the oven was finishing up. He had many different recipes, many from completely foreign worlds. It was interesting to try to recreate dishes from planets he had never even been to before. There was one from the exotic planet of earth that caught his attention especially. A Flambe'. He had never imagined that humans would eat a meal while it was still on fire, but he was interesting in trying it. Suddenly a loud 'ding' signified that his meal was finally complete. With his singular hand he turned off the oven and pulled out a dish of blargian swine pork. It was also on fire, just like it was supposed to be. He couldn't help but wonder how humans would eat something that was at a temperature of over 500 degrees, but it was certainly exotic. He put the dish down on a counter and turned his attention to the side dish he was preparing when a large cloud of white suddenly filled the kitchen.
When the cloud dissipated Zeek stood at the doorway. And his flambe' had a layer of white over it. Venator and Zeekal stood in silence for a moment before Ven spoke.
"I've never seen someone use a fire extinguisher to season their meals before," He said simply looking down at his dish. "Is that another strange thing humans do with their food?"
"Are you insane?!" Zeek broke out, "Those flames were way over the regulated kitchen temperature! This room could have ignited like a firecracker and took the entire ship with it!"
"Bon appetite!" Ven called as he shoved the ruined Flambe' into Zeek's hand while simultaneously shoving him out of the kitchen. The door then slammed behind him.
Zeek looked down at the unappetizing mess of a meal. He brought up the intercom again.
"False alarm..." He said with an embarrassed tone to the rest of the crew. He held up the fire extinguisher to his eyes and read the ingredients.
"Monoammonium phosphate... I'm pretty sure that's used in fertilizers." He dumped the extinguisher/Flambe creation into a food disposer before walking back to the garage. Venator was another crew member he didn't think he could ever bring himself to understand.
Icies having heard the alarm of fire had started making her way toward the kitchens only to have the alarm canceled. Well that was a total waist of my time. She thought as she strode past the door of the training room only to have those thoughts stall to a total and complete stop. Well, maybe not. She turned on her heel and peeked back into the room just in time to see the one who called himself Death Dealer toss the 750 pounds aside with ease muttering something about it being enough for the hour.
"You do that every hour then?" She asked deciding to step into the room and show herself. It might keep her from the boredom for just a little bit. And to be honest, she was just slightly curious about the Mauscin. They all probably were.
"There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium."
Mu was looking at a elemental chart of the Sol nebula solar system, technically being a miner of Mu he probably had an equivalent degree in chemistry and geology or planetary sciences. His people spent 12 years teaching their people how to dig where others took 12 years after their general education to get a doctorate degree, again its an equivalence thing. They were raised to do one thing and they did it well, so much so that all aspects of their life and society revolved around it.
"There's yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium."
When the war came, their people were put to work on enemy lines. Days spent under heavy fire digging for ores on foreign worlds for chunks of stone worth more than the hundred soldiers it took to protect the miners that pulled up the rock. Dozens of times he had to pull rubies from rivers of blood only to put them in a bucket and leave the bodies behind.
"There's holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium
And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium
And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium."
Thankfully he never had to use the H.O.R.N. A device used to concentrate and separate elements into clusters. When used on humans for example there would be balls of carbon and iron with little gold flecks. Broken down into base elements, the average human is worth $5, but if kept in their complex chemical combinations then some are worth a million a pound or gallon. Again, he was glad he never had to use a H.O.R.N.
"There's sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium...."
It was that that made him leave the services, watching others breaking down living people for their elemental composition was a breaking point for him. On paper it changed the face of warfare, the ability to mine troops to dust to just vacuum up the other soldiers for even more profit. Everything was about money in the end, so he walked away looking for something more in life.
"Lawrencium and Hahnium and lastly Rutherfordium
If there are any others, I'm afraid I haven't heardium."
That walk took him to the ways of religion, the church taught him to improve himself for himself. However the faith is fairly self-centered on personal perfection in all its forms, it had nothing to do with helping all others aside from helping them achive their perfection. It has its merits on helping people one at a time, but he is looking for something... More.
Boredom was far from Vrach as he settled into his medical bay slowly shifting and moving items around to suit his desires. Well then he thought the Omni-scanner is functional though out of date, the Insta-pharmacy will only dispense a low power painkiller and the med bay tissue synthesizer is busted. He marks the necessary repairs down on a data pad and moves to the small private office in the back. Sitting at his new desk Vrach opens up the crew medical files and began lightly sifting through them I shall need to acquire a specialty scanner bed for Chaplain Mu his girth will buckle the one I have he speculated again marking the note down on his data pad. The Mauscin will need to be examined though I'll deal with him later...preferably when the pharmacy can dispense tranquilizers he mused making a point to mark the very empty file marked "Death Dealer".
Reaching across his desk Vrach picks up the communicator and dials in the office for Zeekal the engineer. "At your earliest convenience I require your services in the med bay, Thank You." flipping off the communicator Vrach stood and slipped off the heavy robe he often wore and hung it on the hook on his office door exposing the full extent of his Body Suit ,obviously repaired and patched, the respirator pack on his back whirring quietly as it picked out trace impurities and detritus out of the air as it passed his masks intakes.
Zeek was sat back down in his workshop. He was idly tinkering with the arms of his robotic body. He was adjusting wires and calibrating it's rotations per minute. This robotic suit he had developed for years thinking it would serve to create a mindless robotic assistant. But due to his father's bad reputation amongst explosive wielding gangsters the robot took a much more important role in Zeek's life. It was a hard feeling to describe when he worked on it. He was sentimental since he spent 5 years worth of free time planning and building this suit and in the process he learned a lot about circuity, motors and robotic neurology. But At the same time he was robbed of his living body and forced to be a stone cold machine for the rest of his life. Now here he was; he used to be the son of a billionaire who gave him all of the raw materials he needed to make whatever he wanted. Now he made due with leftover scrap metal...
And don't even get me started on my mother.. He thought idly as the com link in his workshop beamed to life.
"At your earliest convenience I require your services in the med bay, Thank You," Came the doctor's voice. The sound of his air filter was further muffled by the digital speakers of the intercom. Probably some repairs needed to be done in the med bay. He suspected that pretty much every crew member was going to need his help fixing something or another.
Sometimes I think that I'm in a race with the junkyard. He thought. But despite how annoying it was sometimes.. he liked it. The ship depended on him. Keeping it running gave him purpose. Zeek always became attached to things that he has worked on for a long time. He wondered how long it would be before him and the ship would be inseperable.
Zeek made his way to the office of Vrach. He actually quite liked the Arzte doctor. Their professions, while different, both required the same diligence and attention to detail. He nursed people back to health in the same way Zeek repaired his machines. Not to mention that they both have bits of tech that help keep them alive at all times. If there is anyone Zeek respects on the ship it is probably him. Zeek knocked on the door of his Medical bay before stepping in. He noted all of the medical equipment. It was his first time inspecting the room since they formed a crew a very short time ago. He could tell just by looking that a lot of the equipment was out of date.
"So Doc, what needs fixing?" He said, cutting to the chase. It was more of a formality then anything else since he could tell most of the problems with the equipment just by looking.
Vrach turned to face the engineer as he knocked and entered "ah, pleasure to see you. I am in need of several small but vital mechanical and software fixes that I'm sure will be but a minor task for one as skilled as yourself" He greeted the engineer "I also require something of a less standard variety" he continued moving to the Auto-Pharmacy "the Auto-Pharmacy is a civilian model that will not synthesize many compounds we may need, However I know that the only thing preventing this is a set of locks in it's machinery and certain parts of it's software. This is my true task for you" he finished patting the Auto-Pharmacy lightly.
"While I don't mean to drown you in responsibilities so quickly I hope you can understand the importance of these fixes. After all it is said that poor equipment makes poor medicine" he said as he turned back to his office. "if you need me I will be attempting to organize my files in the office, thank you for your patience and diligence Zeekal" he concluded ending with a cordial bow and gesture of gratitude from his Medicus training.
Death dealer sat up when he heard another voice. He looked to see Icies. "Yes...I do it every hour. The exercise depends on the day. You don't want to push the muscle to far. Working it out is a good thing but too much and you could tear it....perhaps permanently damage it too." Death dealer stood up to get the weight revealing many scars on his body. He grabbed the weight with both hands and dead lifted it up. He carried it to the rack and rested it down. He looked to Icies as he took off the weights. "Are you up because of the so called fire? Many people are. They're rather disappointed in the matter."