Well, we just hit the thirtieth post! Which of course exciting, however sorry if the ride has not been too exciting itself. Don't worry once the team hits the Nomad, things will be popping. So, I take it may be best if I go ahead and post Askel's response to Cu? Or does someone want a chance to post?
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Captain Aksel
PSS Excursionist: The Commons Room
"Thieving little Strish'ak. Just because your afraid to bare the dishonor of treason, you force me to bare it. After already forcing me to stay on this ship, your nothing but a pathetic coward." Askel allowed Nine to finish, as she mentioned the Captain rebooting the radar in order for a safe and cautious flight. That though, was something Askel could listen to, including the ordeal with stripping the ship of tracker. However, there was a particular word uttered that she could not tolerate. Quickly and as soon as her Pilot ceased to speak, the Captain, clutched the edge of the table while lifting herself up and leaning in towards Nine. At that moment, Askel did not pull to her gun as did the Pilot, instead she restrained all four of her hands tightly against the surface of table, restricting herself from committing a crime she would regret. No... You need your Pilot alive, not dead... or disfigured., Askel reminded herself within thought. She did not feel as if she had collapsed a moment ago, the throbbing against head from the fall was ignored as the mind instead thrashed with severe hostility. It was not being called a coward that pinched a nerve within Askel, it was Strish'ak. Some native slang is passed untranslated through the implants, but more common ones are indeed translated.
"First of all, Nine, you don't call me a whore!" Askel could no longer contain herself, both of her right fists bashed against the table to add the further emphasis on the hated word itself and on her unmatched fury. Villianians are dubbed as, 'the Galaxy's Whore', and to be seen just as that in which it was uncalled for and irrelevant in the circumstance, Askel had only hoped to not edge herself closer to the berserk. "And second, groping your gun might feel real comforting, but within just a blink of your eye I could shatter your cervical vertebrate clean off your skeleton with the impact of a single pistol whip. Then I would tie that cute tail of yours around my ankle, dragging your head behind it just to say this is what happens when you call me a whore." Askel paused, huffing and puffing in the midst of her aggression, breathing as she tried calming herself, to which she finally lowered her voice. "Thirdly, fine. I'll see to it how I can reactivate the radar without getting the Council on our backs. But it’s a part of the mission to fake this mutiny, The Council would know exactly why I would go rogue if it were my free will due to a past conversation, if the Pickers overthrew me in a riot because my attempts to piss away their freedoms for a lost race, they could only do that with the alliance of someone who has administrative power on the ship. So I chose you. It was better than the Lieutenant, besides his quarters were locked with his card on him. I'm surprised you're not the one to volunteer, afraid it's going to bruise your knuckles? Here...," Askel unleashed her baton presenting it on the table. "for you or anyone who needs it for the extra muscle."
Askel turned and walked towards the same window she had before collapsing. There she remained in a familiar position, arms folded, staring intently into space. "I'll be over here when someone decided to make a move. Guess it is a bit comforting not all of you wish to see me beaten into a bloody pulp. But one of you is going to have to it..." Askel just wanted it to be over with, the beating that was, and really the future false enslavement. She was stepping down as leader, it was not quite a pleasant feeling, as she hated the lack of control. Trusting was something that did not come natural in her.
"Is there anything in particular you want me to look for? Specificity would be helpful, though I can guess what you're going to request of me. And I appreciate the... recognition."
“Be vague at first, say you’re interested in the rumors of extinct species. Make no emphasis on the human race, unless mention. Then start with slight interested inquiry of them… Just be careful, don’t want to raise any suspicion,” Askel responded to Ven’s concern. Ven and Riggs, they did not seem like a bad pairing, as long as Riggs remembered to put the mission first and not himself.
Askel next felt Cu’s presence, then the chills the whispers of his voice brought, "Captain, are you sure of this?" She did not regard him any eye contact until he had made his point, reveal his thoughts that brought unease. Askel faced Cu, she muttered quietly to him, “Yeah… I’m sure. Listen, I’m going to make sure you’re equipped for this, give you my own personal arms I keep on the ship. Weapons aren’t always going to save us, but they help. I doubt the Teufelshunde would desire me as a captive unless the end result is concerns profit through selling me to other buyers. Us Villianians aren’t particularly known as laborers. No, we are used for beauty and pleasure… made to be whores. Its why I hate being called one. Such a rare species, especially with the lack of fertile ones, we’re dying. But that’s what the galaxy wants to remember us as, its whore… Not me though, I'll make sure of that.”
"First of all, Nine, you don't call me a whore!" Askel could no longer contain herself, both of her right fists bashed against the table to add the further emphasis on the hated word itself and on her unmatched fury. Villianians are dubbed as, 'the Galaxy's Whore', and to be seen just as that in which it was uncalled for and irrelevant in the circumstance, Askel had only hoped to not edge herself closer to the berserk. "And second, groping your gun might feel real comforting, but within just a blink of your eye I could shatter your cervical vertebrate clean off your skeleton with the impact of a single pistol whip. Then I would tie that cute tail of yours around my ankle, dragging your head behind it just to say this is what happens when you call me a whore." Askel paused, huffing and puffing in the midst of her aggression, breathing as she tried calming herself, to which she finally lowered her voice. "Thirdly, fine. I'll see to it how I can reactivate the radar without getting the Council on our backs. But it’s a part of the mission to fake this mutiny, The Council would know exactly why I would go rogue if it were my free will due to a past conversation, if the Pickers overthrew me in a riot because my attempts to piss away their freedoms for a lost race, they could only do that with the alliance of someone who has administrative power on the ship. So I chose you. It was better than the Lieutenant, besides his quarters were locked with his card on him. I'm surprised you're not the one to volunteer, afraid it's going to bruise your knuckles? Here...," Askel unleashed her baton presenting it on the table. "for you or anyone who needs it for the extra muscle."
Askel turned and walked towards the same window she had before collapsing. There she remained in a familiar position, arms folded, staring intently into space. "I'll be over here when someone decided to make a move. Guess it is a bit comforting not all of you wish to see me beaten into a bloody pulp. But one of you is going to have to it..." Askel just wanted it to be over with, the beating that was, and really the future false enslavement. She was stepping down as leader, it was not quite a pleasant feeling, as she hated the lack of control. Trusting was something that did not come natural in her.
"Is there anything in particular you want me to look for? Specificity would be helpful, though I can guess what you're going to request of me. And I appreciate the... recognition."
“Be vague at first, say you’re interested in the rumors of extinct species. Make no emphasis on the human race, unless mention. Then start with slight interested inquiry of them… Just be careful, don’t want to raise any suspicion,” Askel responded to Ven’s concern. Ven and Riggs, they did not seem like a bad pairing, as long as Riggs remembered to put the mission first and not himself.
Askel next felt Cu’s presence, then the chills the whispers of his voice brought, "Captain, are you sure of this?" She did not regard him any eye contact until he had made his point, reveal his thoughts that brought unease. Askel faced Cu, she muttered quietly to him, “Yeah… I’m sure. Listen, I’m going to make sure you’re equipped for this, give you my own personal arms I keep on the ship. Weapons aren’t always going to save us, but they help. I doubt the Teufelshunde would desire me as a captive unless the end result is concerns profit through selling me to other buyers. Us Villianians aren’t particularly known as laborers. No, we are used for beauty and pleasure… made to be whores. Its why I hate being called one. Such a rare species, especially with the lack of fertile ones, we’re dying. But that’s what the galaxy wants to remember us as, its whore… Not me though, I'll make sure of that.”
@Kassarock
Its okay, I'm going to get a post up soon also.
Its okay, I'm going to get a post up soon also.
@hoppiholla391
Yeah, that's cool. And about the ship, things may get illegal with the whole getting-a-new-ship business. But I'm still thinking about it...
Yeah, that's cool. And about the ship, things may get illegal with the whole getting-a-new-ship business. But I'm still thinking about it...
@Evil Snowman Potentially yes they will get a new ship. What new ship they will get will depend in the future, I'm still thinking about it. I'll send you a PM when I have more of the details.
@Evil Snowman Heh, yeah, it happens. Honestly, making them enemies to start off was just a coincidence. I honestly never planned for Askel to really screw over her own pilot.
Well, the post is up there. Sorry if it seems disconnected from your most recent post, @R31GN. I was so caught up in trying to punch out the post tonight that I didn't notice the OOC.
Captain Aksel
PSS Excursionist: The Commons Room
"Captain Ak'sel, you have fallen. Allow me to lift you," she listened to the Freckan speak softly the words while grabbing her to give stabilization. "Thank you, Fish Boy," she whispered lifting the tips of her fingers towards her forehead, wiping away the sweat on the surface. "You too, Cu," the Captain thanked the other Picker as he too assisted her in retaining balance. Making a return back to her seat, Askel clutched onto Cu's shoulder, feeling as her hand sunk deep into the strains of fur. He was surprisingly soft, for a hardened creature that was unexpected to the Captain, far more than the fashion of his entrance.
Once at the table, Aksel remained quiet again though this time she did not stare down. Instead, she scanned the room, areas leaning towards the ceiling. She lend ear to the continued questions but understanding that she rounded those who agreed to the plan. Eventually, once all ceased to speak, Askel recollected herself, straightening into her usual firm posture. "Don't worry about the cameras... I took care of it already, tracking system included. Of course we would not be having this meeting if the Council held access to the ship's surveillance system. I have a few tricks up my sleeve when it comes to hacking, but even that was not needed." From her pocket she reveal the white back of a card. "As you Pickers probably know, each one of us officials on the ship- me, the lieutenant, and the pilot, all have an administrative card permitting us to activate certain technical functions. But what you were never suppose to know, is with a swipe of one of these cards, we can shut off all online connections. But that action is only taken in extreme cases, such as our cyber security program being infiltrated. Some of your more high-tech pirates are known to hack both ship tracking and surveillance systems. The last resort to all of this is going offline. But a part of protocol is gaining permission from the Council before doing so. If a ship is switched offline without it, the last thing received online on their end will be which card was swiped, thus supposedly who swiped it. So if I used my card, it would be assumed that I cut off connections. But I didn't use my card... I used Nine's."
The Captain turned the card she was holding around with the Pilot's ID clearly facing her. She laid the card down in front of Nine, "While you were snoozing in the cockpit, I snatched it off you. I didn't have many options." Aksel imagined Nine found what she did to her intensely appalling, not only is she forced into this mission without a say, she cannot have a say even if Askel gave her one now. The Council now sees Niseli Lesvab a threat to cut online connections with the PSS Excursionist. Without allowing Nine to speak, Aksel continued, "So the cameras won't be a problem, however our radar is offline. But we won't be detected on radars ourselves. We will see them as much and as far as they see us. This ship was created to withstand pirates, however it would be more ideal if we had an active radar system. If it is likely for us to trade for a different ship on the Nomad, that would be best.
The Nomad can possibly get us weapons, a new ship, and probably clues. It would not hurt to trifle with information dealers, although they can be expensive. But we have to be vague... and careful. Other than dealing with them, everything else should be relatively cheap, there is a lot of competition when it comes to making sales on the Nomad.
We are going to have to break up into teams. Nine, you are going to find your contact for the weapons, one other will have to go with you. Pax, go with her, just in case. Ven, I want you to speak with the information dealers, your persuasion skills and poker face will keep our plans low profile. Riggs, I want you to go with him, your stealth skills will come in handy also. As for a new ship, once Nine finishes with the weapons dealer I want you, Grick, to accompany her as I feel you understand engine maintenance. Z will guard the ship while we are gone, but once you, Pax, are finish with Nine report back here and guard the ship also. As for you Cu, you will stick with me, supposedly you will be trying to find a slaver willing to buy me. You will be my ears, eyes, and voice to the mission, as I will not be able to communicate to the rest via comm, but instead you are going to have to pass along the word, once I am ever given a chance to speak with you in private.”
Finally, the captain closed with this, “That is the mission, we all have our roles. It is stereotypical for Picker ships to revert to mutiny, thus this won't attract as much attention as you my merely believe. I am still your Captain, though for now, for the sake of the situation, I will play the part of a slave. Trusting you, well that is my biggest risk, but I have not heard anyone refusing the entire situation itself. Most of you have picked up on the most logical reason for my purpose in defying the Council, if they really did kill an entire race off, then what would stop them from doing the same to a hundred more? If this turns into a real mutiny, I will have no other choice but accept that.
Now, I need a volunteer. Who is going to hit me until this Villianian turns black and blue? The rest of you are dismissed… Unless it just satisfied your sadistic little heart to watch.”
Once at the table, Aksel remained quiet again though this time she did not stare down. Instead, she scanned the room, areas leaning towards the ceiling. She lend ear to the continued questions but understanding that she rounded those who agreed to the plan. Eventually, once all ceased to speak, Askel recollected herself, straightening into her usual firm posture. "Don't worry about the cameras... I took care of it already, tracking system included. Of course we would not be having this meeting if the Council held access to the ship's surveillance system. I have a few tricks up my sleeve when it comes to hacking, but even that was not needed." From her pocket she reveal the white back of a card. "As you Pickers probably know, each one of us officials on the ship- me, the lieutenant, and the pilot, all have an administrative card permitting us to activate certain technical functions. But what you were never suppose to know, is with a swipe of one of these cards, we can shut off all online connections. But that action is only taken in extreme cases, such as our cyber security program being infiltrated. Some of your more high-tech pirates are known to hack both ship tracking and surveillance systems. The last resort to all of this is going offline. But a part of protocol is gaining permission from the Council before doing so. If a ship is switched offline without it, the last thing received online on their end will be which card was swiped, thus supposedly who swiped it. So if I used my card, it would be assumed that I cut off connections. But I didn't use my card... I used Nine's."
The Captain turned the card she was holding around with the Pilot's ID clearly facing her. She laid the card down in front of Nine, "While you were snoozing in the cockpit, I snatched it off you. I didn't have many options." Aksel imagined Nine found what she did to her intensely appalling, not only is she forced into this mission without a say, she cannot have a say even if Askel gave her one now. The Council now sees Niseli Lesvab a threat to cut online connections with the PSS Excursionist. Without allowing Nine to speak, Aksel continued, "So the cameras won't be a problem, however our radar is offline. But we won't be detected on radars ourselves. We will see them as much and as far as they see us. This ship was created to withstand pirates, however it would be more ideal if we had an active radar system. If it is likely for us to trade for a different ship on the Nomad, that would be best.
The Nomad can possibly get us weapons, a new ship, and probably clues. It would not hurt to trifle with information dealers, although they can be expensive. But we have to be vague... and careful. Other than dealing with them, everything else should be relatively cheap, there is a lot of competition when it comes to making sales on the Nomad.
We are going to have to break up into teams. Nine, you are going to find your contact for the weapons, one other will have to go with you. Pax, go with her, just in case. Ven, I want you to speak with the information dealers, your persuasion skills and poker face will keep our plans low profile. Riggs, I want you to go with him, your stealth skills will come in handy also. As for a new ship, once Nine finishes with the weapons dealer I want you, Grick, to accompany her as I feel you understand engine maintenance. Z will guard the ship while we are gone, but once you, Pax, are finish with Nine report back here and guard the ship also. As for you Cu, you will stick with me, supposedly you will be trying to find a slaver willing to buy me. You will be my ears, eyes, and voice to the mission, as I will not be able to communicate to the rest via comm, but instead you are going to have to pass along the word, once I am ever given a chance to speak with you in private.”
Finally, the captain closed with this, “That is the mission, we all have our roles. It is stereotypical for Picker ships to revert to mutiny, thus this won't attract as much attention as you my merely believe. I am still your Captain, though for now, for the sake of the situation, I will play the part of a slave. Trusting you, well that is my biggest risk, but I have not heard anyone refusing the entire situation itself. Most of you have picked up on the most logical reason for my purpose in defying the Council, if they really did kill an entire race off, then what would stop them from doing the same to a hundred more? If this turns into a real mutiny, I will have no other choice but accept that.
Now, I need a volunteer. Who is going to hit me until this Villianian turns black and blue? The rest of you are dismissed… Unless it just satisfied your sadistic little heart to watch.”
@jel2658 Good, I can see things aligning with their plan. The crew is putting a lot of thought into the mission. I like how realistic that is.
@hoppiholla391 Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't miss the post. I would hate to put up mine in the IC without giving you a chance to put up yours.
@hoppiholla391 Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't miss the post. I would hate to put up mine in the IC without giving you a chance to put up yours.
@jel2658 Yeah no problem, I wanted to give everyone a fair chance to post. Looking forward to see yours.
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