There was a moment of silence as Amanda considered the proposition. She was surprised - not by the idea of selling the cells, but more because the idea seemed to come from Chris. She straightened out her posture, taking her legs off the couch. "I've thought about that myself a couple times, but the biggest problem I've run into is getting that number of power cells out into any legal market." Amanda rose from the couch, stretching her arms as she did so.

"Shipments that big will be a giant red flag to any company selling power cells like the ones we've got. As soon as we get to the space elevator, we'll have customs flagging us as a safety hazard since those cells don't exactly meet quality standards. Don't get me wrong, most of those cells are usable, but once they fail a quality check in the factory, they're completely written off. And corporations will do anything to keep those cells out of the market," Amanda explained. "Unless we want to spend a few weeks fighting an uphill legal battle to get those cells to the surface, it's not going to happen. Now, even if we do manage to get the cells through, we've got a big problem with distribution. How do we plan on selling a million crystal power cells on our own?" Amanda let the rhetorical question sink in for a few seconds. She smirked; Julius had asked about legality, but Amanda was fairly certain he already knew exactly what her suggestion would be.

"The fastest and most profitable way to get these cells off our hand is through the black market. We avoid the legal issue of bringing in sub-standard cells and the logistic issue of distributing them." Amanda pulled up her datapad, fiddling around with it while she spoke. "Of course, we lose a cut of whatever profits the cells bring in to the mules that get the cells to Earth and the distributors that take care of getting the cells out to the market, but if we play our cards right..." She looked up from the datapad. "We can still reel in a hefty sum for those cells. I've just sent you a list of people on the station that can get this done for us. These are all people I've worked with before; they can get the cells sold for a good amount, depending on the country they're selling to. It's my understanding that Eastern Europe and North Africa are currently suffering from power cell monopolies and are interested in alternative power cell supplies," Amanda gave Julius a sly grin.

Crunching the numbers in her head quickly, she figured they could get the cells off at about ten credits apiece at best. Considering probably only half of the cells were actually usable and accounting for maybe a fifty percent deduction for the smuggling fee and the distribution fee... best case scenario, Amanda reasoned they could make a good couple million credits or so from the power cells. Not bad at all. Hell, that was a lot better than that bullshit one hundred thousand credit deal Julius had found for scrapping the cells. She resolved to find Chris later and see what other ideas were running around in his head that could bring in that kind of cash.

(damn double posts they make me so sad)

"That sounds fun," Yasha deadpanned, clearly not interested in gathering rocks. He was here to meet alien women and shoot space pirates. Isam nodded his head, but seem equally uninterested. He looked over the observation deck, assuming that, once they were out and in space, there would be something better to look at other than the inside of the docking bay.

"Where's the kitchen?" Isam asked offhandedly, "If you don't mind me asking." He would have liked to know where to find Omar's place of work. It was likely that his partner would be spending quite a bit of time in there. And, after his early morning awakening, he could go for a cup of coffee.

After cleaning up around the medical room, Quib descided that now would be a good time to meet the new crew members. He marched out of the medical room, wearing his hat and jacket, and turned to the derection of the observation deck that was beside the medical room. He had, earlier, felt the vibrations of people walking by in that direction and figured that'd be a good place to start. If he only came across those who already knew him, he could ask where the new crew was anyway.

As he reached the observatory, Quib could hear unfamiliar voices behind the door. He hesitated slightly, the hairs on his body going up and down in a slow, wavy motion from his mandibles, around each leg and ending at his abdomen. He was always a bit unsure about meeting new faces. Granted, he liked members of other races out of curiosity, he knew fully well that they don't have the same interest in him... Unless you're Zip, or other odd specimens of intelligence. Quib made a sound similar to a gulp and opened the door.

There was a sudden pause in the room as all eyes had turned in his direction. Quib stared hesitantly at the two knew crew members and they did likewise. Quib found it very hard to read human facial expression, or facial expressions in general, so he couldn't tell if he saw horror or disgust in their eyes. Come on Quib, make a good first impression. After giving himself some encouragement, he spoke with a small stutter, "G-greetings new crew memberss! Tkk. I am Quib, this mighty crew's medical officer." Before they could give any kind of response, he took a quick glance at his notes before continuing, "You are... Yassa Belove, correct?" He said, indicating to the human at Quib quickly estimated was over 6 feet in height. He then turned his attention to the other human, "And you are Isam Hajjar, I believe. It's a pleasure to meet you both." Quib also gave both Zip and Izzy a quick wave with on of his forelegs. He made sure he was still able to bolt down the hallway in case one of them decided to pull out a weapon, could never be too sure.

Zip smirked at their reactions, "The real fun is when the places are guarded." He had any combat experiences, unlike most of the crew, and he didn't plan on starting to. He always enjoyed it when he could help by taking down security or calling off robots, usually left by people long gone. Izzy appeared to be uncomfortable with their reactions to her description of the mission. But then again, who could blame them. Zip opened his mouth to speak when suddenly the door opened. Zip turned to look, that cheesy grin spreading across his face. Quib was standing there, one of his hats atop his head, making introductions. Had he been in the medical lab? Sneaky bastard. Zip frowned, wondering how the newbies would react to their multi-legged friend. He subtly readied his drones to stun the mercs if they attempted to harm Quib. He only did this a precaution, as most people were not friendly towards his kind.

Eliza shook Chris' hand and smiled. "Glad to have helped you look around, and a pleasure to meet you. As a quick tip I would avoid that room there." She pointed towards Quib's room. "The doc lives there and who knows what he does in there that makes it smell so rancid." Eliza started towards her quarters before turning back briefly and saying "I'll probably see you down in the kitchen, we haven't had a good cook here for a while so hopefully this one will be decent." And with that she opened the door to her room and stepped inside.

Her room was an absolute mess that she was sure no one would enjoy spending time in. To start the bed was unmade as usual, with some clothes laying on it simply from her laziness. The floor could be non-existent for all Eliza knew with all the stuff covering it. The walls were similarly covered with posters of bands and films from back home. Beside her bed was a small table with a box on top of it, beside the box were quite a few bottles of hair dye as well as some makeup. Eliza walked towards the table, not entirely caring what she was stepping on as she knew it was probably clothes. She opened the box, the contents of which were a very large variety of mind altering substances with varying degrees of legality. She took out a cigarette and shut the box closed, not wanting to do anything too heavy at a time like this. She lit it and took a long drag. She walked back out of the room as the smoke flooded out of her mouth and up towards the ceiling. Eliza then started to walk towards the kitchen.

Yasha, who had pulled out his phone to check the time, turned when he heard his name. The man gave a rather undignified sound as he jumped at the sight of the spider. Fucking spiders, man. Isam turned around as well, and although he seemed mildly surprised, his expression was more amused than anything. He knew Yasha hated spiders, and the sight of a giant one dressing up like a person was sort of funny to him.

"It's a pleasure," Isam said to the creature, always the polite one. Yasha, on the other hand, had turned a bit pale and was glaring at it with clenched teeth.

Quib gave a nod-like motion, seems the one known as Isam was taking this well. However, the one known as Yassa, (or was it Yasha? 'S's, and words that have similar sounds, are sometimes difficult for Quib to pronounce.) seemed to have his skin change into a paler colour. Quib's seen this before, normally happens when a human experiences a large degree of fear. Ignoring that, Quib continued, "Once we are out of the station, and when you're ssettled in, I'll need you both to come to the medical room to give me some blood sampless so I can see what chemicals you're capable of taking." Quib wasn't going to mention the chemicals were in fact his own venoms. He knows that some individuals are allergic to some of the positive mixtures but also that some end up being extremely resistant to the negative venom mixtures, like Lug.

With that said, Quib asked all those in the room as a group, "Now, tkk, if you don't mind, I must find the other new members of our crew. Any idea where they may be?" Quib knew one of the others was going to be the new chef of the crew, someone Quib was interested to meet. The concept of other races' eating habits interested him, as his was more 'barbaric' by most of their standards and he was wondering how he could change that misconception or even how he consumed food.

Oh hell no. Fuck that. Yasha continued to glare as the creature mentioned taking his blood. Yeah, he was sure it would love to have his blood. For 'testing' purposes. He'd sooner trust a politician. He noticed that Isam didn't even flinch at the creature. He probably had shit like that running all over the damn place in Iraq. Yasha distinctly remembered the man's description of camel spiders. It made his skin crawl.

"Omar is in the kitchen," Isam offered, "We're about to head that way if you want to come with us."

Yasha gave Isam a dirty look. Yeah, invite the giant spider to come with us, asshole. He gave a resentful grunt as he turned and headed up the hall, which he assumed, from the signs posted on the wall, led to the kitchen.

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Omar was enjoying himself. The kitchen was a decent size, had plenty of cabinet space, and was fully stocked with every ingredient he could ever need. This could be heaven. He dug his recipe book out of his bag and flipped through the pages to find something that would make a good crowd pleaser. He wasn't sure what the crew's tastes were, given that some of them weren't even human, but he would try keep them happy. During lunch, he hoped to learn if any of them had any specific dietary needs -such as an allergy, religious aversions, or medical conditions- that would affect his meal making.

Omar landed on a page for shredded chicken tacos. He couldn't remember anyone ever complaining when he made these. He left the book open on the counter as he went work. There was a crockpot in the pantry, and whole chickens in the cooler. He roughly knew the number of people he had to feed, and he also knew that one of them was a very large, green man. Omar figured that Lug would need a whole chicken just for himself. He had his work cut out for him, that was for sure.

Within a couple hours, lunch would be ready.

I know this is super dead but for anyone interested, I made a similar RP and I thought that some of you might be interested.