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“You ain’t goin!”
Georgia Triskin’s voice cracked, her anger twisting her face as she decried her daughter’s decision.
“Ma...”
“No! Ah forbid it!”
Alice fought with the temptation to shout back. She didn’t blame her mom for worrying, how could she?
“Ah’m not a kid anymore, it’s mah decision. And ah wanna go.”
Her mother, realising anger wasn’t working, changed tack, her voice was lower, gentler, “please Alice, don’t go, they can get another mechanic, someone who doesn’t mind the risks.”
Alice stood, shaking her head, “there ain’t no risks ma, and you saw the pay grade, ah can’t say no, you can move outta here, get a nice place, maybe with a view.”
Georgia was almost pleading now, she sat at the table and gestured for her daughter to join her, Alice didn’t.
“Ah’m happy here, I don’t need no fancy apartment, don’ do it, please…”
“It’s too late, ah already signed the contract, ah’m goin’.”
She flinched as her mother stood, “get out!”
“Jus-“
“OUT!”
The plate smashed against the door as it closed behind Alice’s retreating back.
***
Secure against the cold, empty hunger of the ether. They weren’t asleep, not really, the state of existence they enjoyed was not something so natural as sleep, it was a void, a temporary suspension of life. There was a click, and the gentle sound of technology coasting gently into action. Automatic systems began the delicate process of reviving their fragile organic charges, slowly returning colour to their skin as warmth seeped into their limbs, leaving the frozen stasis that had kept them in its embrace for the last two years.
A gasp of escaping oxygen announced the termination of the revival process. The pods, state of the art, opened with barely a sound beyond the hiss of sudden condensation against the super cooled glass. A small control screen glowed gently on the side of each pod, each with an expired countdown, their awakening cycle complete, their work done.
***
Retching broke the silence, Alice, unlike most of the others, hadn’t even managed to make it out of the pod before the nausea had overwhelmed her. Simply sitting up had been enough to make her head spin and her stomach heave. She hung over the side of the pod, dishcloth fashioned, as a thin stream of stomach acid and bile trailed from her mouth to the pan. It was solely through good fortune that the pan had been precisely where she had aimed her vomit, more concerned with getting it out of the pod than looking where it was going to land.
She groaned, “ah guess you were right ma.”
She was so wrapped up in her own suffering that she proved mostly oblivious to what was going on around her, eventually however, she summoned up the strength, and the courage, to actually climb out of the pod, or fall out of the pod, as it were. She used the side to haul herself back up to vertical, and glared across the room to the draws containing clothes. They seemed unfairly far away. Slowly, she let go of the pod, standing straight and fixing her gaze on the wall ahead.
“Just a hangover, you can deal with a hangover.”
She made it to the other side without incident, it seemed that, unlike a hangover, the nausea and disorientation brought on by waking from cryo-sleep was short-lived. It was a huge relief to finally touch the cool surface of the white wall opposite, and feel it click as it extended smoothly, presenting her with some clothing more modest than the skimpy cryo approved wear she was currently attired in.
***
A short trip to the engine room, to check on her baby, and now significantly more comfortable, albeit still clutching a glass of water like a life preserver, Alice was in the cafeteria. She was clothed in the regulation mechanics overalls, though without the presence of hissing machinery, had left them unfastened, tying the arms around her waist to bundle the rest of the outfit there. A Wey-Yu t-shirt covered her upper torso, while her feet were encased in a pair of heavy, steel toe-capped work boots.
She still felt ill, but it had faded from its previous heights to a dull throb at the base of her skull, and she did her best to ignore it for now. She collapsed into a chair and propped her feet up on the table beside it. “Well cap’n, ah’m ere.”
She flicked off an uncertain salute, clearly not accustomed to it, or sure whether or not it was required, but willing at least to make the effort, until she knew where she stood with the captain anyway.
Georgia Triskin’s voice cracked, her anger twisting her face as she decried her daughter’s decision.
“Ma...”
“No! Ah forbid it!”
Alice fought with the temptation to shout back. She didn’t blame her mom for worrying, how could she?
“Ah’m not a kid anymore, it’s mah decision. And ah wanna go.”
Her mother, realising anger wasn’t working, changed tack, her voice was lower, gentler, “please Alice, don’t go, they can get another mechanic, someone who doesn’t mind the risks.”
Alice stood, shaking her head, “there ain’t no risks ma, and you saw the pay grade, ah can’t say no, you can move outta here, get a nice place, maybe with a view.”
Georgia was almost pleading now, she sat at the table and gestured for her daughter to join her, Alice didn’t.
“Ah’m happy here, I don’t need no fancy apartment, don’ do it, please…”
“It’s too late, ah already signed the contract, ah’m goin’.”
She flinched as her mother stood, “get out!”
“Jus-“
“OUT!”
The plate smashed against the door as it closed behind Alice’s retreating back.
***
Secure against the cold, empty hunger of the ether. They weren’t asleep, not really, the state of existence they enjoyed was not something so natural as sleep, it was a void, a temporary suspension of life. There was a click, and the gentle sound of technology coasting gently into action. Automatic systems began the delicate process of reviving their fragile organic charges, slowly returning colour to their skin as warmth seeped into their limbs, leaving the frozen stasis that had kept them in its embrace for the last two years.
A gasp of escaping oxygen announced the termination of the revival process. The pods, state of the art, opened with barely a sound beyond the hiss of sudden condensation against the super cooled glass. A small control screen glowed gently on the side of each pod, each with an expired countdown, their awakening cycle complete, their work done.
***
Retching broke the silence, Alice, unlike most of the others, hadn’t even managed to make it out of the pod before the nausea had overwhelmed her. Simply sitting up had been enough to make her head spin and her stomach heave. She hung over the side of the pod, dishcloth fashioned, as a thin stream of stomach acid and bile trailed from her mouth to the pan. It was solely through good fortune that the pan had been precisely where she had aimed her vomit, more concerned with getting it out of the pod than looking where it was going to land.
She groaned, “ah guess you were right ma.”
She was so wrapped up in her own suffering that she proved mostly oblivious to what was going on around her, eventually however, she summoned up the strength, and the courage, to actually climb out of the pod, or fall out of the pod, as it were. She used the side to haul herself back up to vertical, and glared across the room to the draws containing clothes. They seemed unfairly far away. Slowly, she let go of the pod, standing straight and fixing her gaze on the wall ahead.
“Just a hangover, you can deal with a hangover.”
She made it to the other side without incident, it seemed that, unlike a hangover, the nausea and disorientation brought on by waking from cryo-sleep was short-lived. It was a huge relief to finally touch the cool surface of the white wall opposite, and feel it click as it extended smoothly, presenting her with some clothing more modest than the skimpy cryo approved wear she was currently attired in.
***
A short trip to the engine room, to check on her baby, and now significantly more comfortable, albeit still clutching a glass of water like a life preserver, Alice was in the cafeteria. She was clothed in the regulation mechanics overalls, though without the presence of hissing machinery, had left them unfastened, tying the arms around her waist to bundle the rest of the outfit there. A Wey-Yu t-shirt covered her upper torso, while her feet were encased in a pair of heavy, steel toe-capped work boots.
She still felt ill, but it had faded from its previous heights to a dull throb at the base of her skull, and she did her best to ignore it for now. She collapsed into a chair and propped her feet up on the table beside it. “Well cap’n, ah’m ere.”
She flicked off an uncertain salute, clearly not accustomed to it, or sure whether or not it was required, but willing at least to make the effort, until she knew where she stood with the captain anyway.
Alas, I also suffer from being in the British time zone, but I'll do my best! XD
I'll post up some time today, but first... to Uni!!! :(
I'll post up some time today, but first... to Uni!!! :(
Thank you Heroes :D. I'm looking forward to it :)
Name: Alice Triskin
Appearance:
Crew Position: Mechanic
Age: 30
Relevant History/Background: Raised by a single mother, Alice’s father was an Engineer, a man obsessed with his job which, it was undeniable, he had a certain gift for. He was employed by Weyland on an oil freighter as their chief engineering officer. It wasn’t good money, but it was enough to survive, unfortunately when he was due to arrive home for the birth of his daughter, Frank Triskin never did.
Alice and Georgia never found out what happened to her father, the crew was written off as killed in an industrial accident and Georgia struggled by on the miserable stipend provided by Frank’s pension and life insurance. To her mother’s dismay Alice proved to be her father’s daughter, being even more gifted with machine’s than her father had been. When she caught the local mechanic teaching Alice the workings of his latest commission she beat her daughter soundly and gave the man a piece of her mind.
It didn’t work though, and Alice gradually picked up more and more, taking to engineering in the same way that most children take to playing outside. A few years on, and Alice’s mother lost her job, leaving the two facing homelessness and probably, starvation. Alice started fixing small things for the neighbours, and repairing the many things that broke down in their home. Eventually her mother stopped denying it and Alice started working for Weyland, though strictly on terrestrial projects, in deference to her mother’s wishes.
It was an apprenticeship, and of all her fellow students she stood out, easily coming in the top 10% of the intake, falling down perhaps on her written assessments, but excelling in any practical examination her examiners cared to give, often well beyond any expectations and assessment conditions. She graduated a year ahead of the rest of the pack, and was offered a position on the Aphelion project, constructing and improving the ship based on the original Prometheus blueprints. Several of the mechanical improvements were as a direct result of her intervention and designs. It was only logical that she would be offered the position of Mechanic on the mission, and with the financial benefits included in the deal, she couldn’t turn it down.
Her mother was furious, but by the time she found out, it was already too late…
Appearance:
Crew Position: Mechanic
Age: 30
Relevant History/Background: Raised by a single mother, Alice’s father was an Engineer, a man obsessed with his job which, it was undeniable, he had a certain gift for. He was employed by Weyland on an oil freighter as their chief engineering officer. It wasn’t good money, but it was enough to survive, unfortunately when he was due to arrive home for the birth of his daughter, Frank Triskin never did.
Alice and Georgia never found out what happened to her father, the crew was written off as killed in an industrial accident and Georgia struggled by on the miserable stipend provided by Frank’s pension and life insurance. To her mother’s dismay Alice proved to be her father’s daughter, being even more gifted with machine’s than her father had been. When she caught the local mechanic teaching Alice the workings of his latest commission she beat her daughter soundly and gave the man a piece of her mind.
It didn’t work though, and Alice gradually picked up more and more, taking to engineering in the same way that most children take to playing outside. A few years on, and Alice’s mother lost her job, leaving the two facing homelessness and probably, starvation. Alice started fixing small things for the neighbours, and repairing the many things that broke down in their home. Eventually her mother stopped denying it and Alice started working for Weyland, though strictly on terrestrial projects, in deference to her mother’s wishes.
It was an apprenticeship, and of all her fellow students she stood out, easily coming in the top 10% of the intake, falling down perhaps on her written assessments, but excelling in any practical examination her examiners cared to give, often well beyond any expectations and assessment conditions. She graduated a year ahead of the rest of the pack, and was offered a position on the Aphelion project, constructing and improving the ship based on the original Prometheus blueprints. Several of the mechanical improvements were as a direct result of her intervention and designs. It was only logical that she would be offered the position of Mechanic on the mission, and with the financial benefits included in the deal, she couldn’t turn it down.
Her mother was furious, but by the time she found out, it was already too late…
I will admit I am not an expert on this Universe, love it though I may, were Weyland running the oil freighters pre-Prometheus?
I saw the list, I just wasn't sure if you guys were happy with the number of people you had already. Writing up an Engineer right now though :)
Sorry,*mechanic
Sorry,*mechanic
Can I tentatively check whether you are still accepting on this roleplay?
Can I tentatively check whether you are still accepting on this roleplay?
Hello, I am sorry for my absence recently, I've been having a lot of personal issues recently that have had to take precedence I'm afraid. Would you guys be ok with me continuing?
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