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Hey all, I just wanted to say that I hadn't abandoned the game, and was just looking for an opportune time to interject with something that wasn't just "Checks the logs and says that supplies are good". That said, if we're rebooting, I do think I am going to step out. I just have too much going on to reliably keep up (as if that hasn't been obvious). It has been a lot of fun though, and I do wish you all the best!
Ivan looks over the survey of SG-017 and makes a note in his report. System would be good for a supply cache. Gas giants can be used for fuel processing. Asteroids could hide supply caches and would disrupt ship sensors. A front of a science outpost for the radioactives could hide local activity. He snickers to himself quickly as he finishes his report. Hmm, maybe the Nutexans were right, maybe we are particularly sneaky... or at least some of us...
Ivan smiles at the Captain's request before replying, twisting his accent to match the Nutexans. "Will do Sir! And if I may say I think it's right time to break out the good stuff!" before breaking into a coughing fit and mumbling "How do they twist their vowels like that?" - - - - -
Ivan works through the supply numbers, utilizing their small surplus since their captors had provided food during their stay. And between the food surplus and opening the liquor stores a little, there was plenty to be had. Entertainment was broken off by cabin section, with the standard electronic games in engineering, dancing in the mess hall, and the rec hall getting cards and a couple of Nutexan movies that Ivan had managed to haggle for. Alcohol was provided at a bar quickly set up in the mess hall, with each crewman given 'beer tickets'. Ivan put Thomas Jackson in charge as bartender, figuring this was a good time to test the progress and recovery the man had made. Not that he had stopped drinking, though he had cut down and controlled himself better. And the man managed to keep himself from getting overly drunk, though his habit of finishing drinks others had left was a little odd. Still Ivan considered it a job well done. Overall, the night seemed to go well. People enjoyed themselves, only a couple of fights had to be broken up, and there was little damage done to the ship or furniture. And there was still a small bit of food and punch to be recycled into the next few meals. Overall, Ivan felt very satisfied with the results.
I'm fine with it, though why not just ask for permission? Seems like a simple way to avoid ill will and keeps us from looking sneaky, as well as giving them a heads up that we might need to return back through. It also lets us gauge how likely they are to stop us again. Last thing we need is to be beating a hasty retreat and find out that they'd consider it trespassing or something.
Ivan strokes his chin at McMilligon's comment. "Maybe they are going expansionist, and good for them if they are. But I vould be villing to bet that ve stirred up their already nahtural paranoia. They're now vorried about others like us showing up, so they're building guns and glory. At least that is vhat I think."
Sorry for the absence everyone. I was called on a sudden business trip to Mexico, and the hotel I was booked at didn’t have a stable internet connection. : /
OOC, I'm cool with either (and not particularly offput). IC, Ivan sees this as a great trade opportunity, but his contract is with the Scouts. He'll probably send an encoded message home to his father to make sure there is a family representative on the first vessel over, but other than that he'll follow the Captain.
Yeah, I was more asking about the timing of the announcements.
Yeah, after the first strike, which happened right across the street, I unplugged everything an turned off the main breaker and just sat on my porch watching the near constant flashes for like an hour. It was a pretty interesting experience. @mdt, did our (the non-command crew) get tried before or after the command crew? And would we have the opportunity to see the command crew before their trial? Or would that be considered tampering?
Hey all, I'm back! The lightning fried everything. They even had to rerun the lines. There were apparently two lightning strikes on our street. Not my house though, thankfully.
Hey everyone, an electrical storm came by Friday night and it has knocked out my internet at the line. And my ISP won't be out to fix it until Tuesday evening, EDT, at the earliest. I'm currently at a McDonalds just to post this... -_- So until then feel free to DM PC me as needed.
So... if they all get executed or imprisoned, who is next in line for the Captains chair? : )
Welcome Donnel, and looking forward to seeing you in game!
Ivan walk through the passages with Donnel. Ivan had only taken a few law classes back home, bit even that was still helpful and walking through the dense verbiage. Looking up from the book, he adds "Do you 'ave any suggestions on 'ow to give our cases during the trail? Ve are not accustomed to your culture, and I vorry that may becohme an issue."
Ivan nods at the woman. "And, vhile I undehrstand that ve broke the letter of your law, is there nohthing to account for the spireht of the law? I 'onestly doubt that ve did anything that your people vouldn't in the same seitchuation..." He strokes his beard, as if in thought, and adds "And, vhile this is just an question, vould your people 'ave done any diffehrent? Vould you 'ave really 'ailed an unknown race vithin the time limit you gave to us?"
Ivan shakes his head at the woman, though in a friendly way. "No, I do not believe that ve vould 'ave anything like that to report. According to our own government and proceedures ve did everything by the book. Honestly, vhile I understand ignorance of the law should not be an excuse to those who 'ave 'ad the oppohrtunity to know it, I am not sure I agree that it should be applied here, since ve had no vay of knowing vhat you're laws vere before breaking theym." He runs a hand through his hair before continuing. "Our standard procedure upon detecting signal transmissions, such as ve did vith your entertainment programs, is to assess the threat level of the discovered peoples. It is not because ve intend to spy or do underhanded things, but to try and determine the best vay to 'andle the seitchuation that results in the minimal chance of loss of life. For example, our 'ome federation is already in conflict vith a collection of religious zealots, and ve have reports that another group of 'ostiles 'as been attacking systems that they find. The last thing ve vant to do is lead a group of 'ostiles back 'ome." He takes a sip of his drink (whatever it might be) before smiling widely "It should be obvious that our ships are not equipped prohperly for either offense or spying. The lack of veaponry, multitude of cargo space, and the numerous scientific instruments are not vhat vould be expected of anything other than an exploration or transport vessel, vhich is exactly vhat ve are. Our stealth was a purely defensive measure."
Ivan smiles at the woman speaking to them, nodding at her words. Other than being on trial, I'm really liking the style of this place. I wonder if our federation would consider making me their trade ambassador, or a designed merchant in official capacity... The Lazarev company would do well here, and I know the exotic imports would do well back home... Yes, we could start a whole new culture movement, with locals dressing as these people from the far side of space... conventions, outfits... we could even seed our own 'illegal' copies into the cheaper markets as consumer trails... Playing his smile off as being happy at the news of probably not getting time, he asks "So, Miss Parish, thank you for all of your 'ard vork so far, but is thehre anything ve can do to 'elp our case? Of course, ve are leemited by our government and commanders in the kinds of infourmation that ve can disclose, as I am sure you understand. But better to know our options than to not ask."
Sorry all, had a 16 hour work day yesterday and looking at another today. I'll see about getting something posted soon.
In preparation for the landing, Ivan changes into his heaviest merchant gear: a pair of thick, brown pants with several side pockets, a fine shirt blue shirt with gold embroidery, and a long brown jacket with silver accents, the symbol of the merchant marines stitched into one shoulder and his family crest on the other. He packs two bags to be taken with them. One contains clothes, medicine, liquor, a pack of cards, and a couple of paper books. In the other he packs his heirloom weapons, his guns, his datapad (locked, of course) and his monocle. When the begin the process of transferring to the other ship he readily tells the guards that they will need to confiscate and hold his second bag, being completely open about what is contained in it. "In case our relationship takes a turn for the behtter.", he says. - - - - - Back on the station, Ivan sits buts keeps an eye on the entertainment, quite taken by it. I really do need to bring some of this back to the ship. It would make movie mondays far more interesting... Turning to the Captain, he asks ”So, vhat is the plan, Sir?”
If I had to pick the smart choice (both in and out of character) then I would pick the space station. It seems like it would be easier to escape from if we had to. Though I will say, the chance for some random shenanigans on the planet is rather appealing.
There are questions about particulars, like if we'll have access, to non-weapon, non-electornic equipment, how/where can we obtain food and a living space, access to necessary medical supplies, and how to handle things like the Mylthani's odd diet. But all of that can probably be handwaved. Some kind of briefing about their laws and what would be socially inappropriate might be a good idea, for the rest of the crew, I mean. Also some assurances that Ynja will be protected from the populace, at least until the trial.
From a player standpoint, the trial seems like the way to go, both to advance the story and from just a curiosity standpoint. As a character, Ivan thinks it would be your head on the block, and that he could probably talk his way out of an execution or imprisonment. So he's all for it too.
Sorry to hear about your Mom Ynja, and sorry about your wide mdt. I hope the both of them are ok and get well quickly!
Ivan grins at the playfulness between the Captain and her crew. Are off of their society like that, or just this bunch?... I wouldn't mind some of that rubbing off on our military. Then again, maybe they can afford to be like that because of their tech? Hmm, so many question...
Ivan straightens his clothes before they step off the ship and does not bother to hide his curious glances at their ship and outfits. And when they come before the leader, Ivan grins at her offer. Normally, he would wait on the Captain to order first, but he decided to take a chance, trying to act give an air of ease. "Vell, since you're ohffering, I vould love a beer, thank you!"
Ivan strokes his beard after the comms are cut. His hands go down to his sword and pistol. Smiling at the Captain, he speaks slowly as he controls his accent. "Sir, if'n ya don't mind, I'd like ta mosey on down to meet them with ya. Ain't really my place to ask, but I'd like ta just the same." A hand comes up to his jaw as he coughs for a moment. "That is very tough on the jaww. 'ow do they speak like thyat?"
Eyre You Mohking Meh?
"Pohssibly, but if they care as much abyout honesty as they say they do, then better to not try to lose on purpose or to let them vin. Doing so might anger them bohth because they might find it deceptive and be-littling."
Ivan nods at the comments of the Captain and Cathrine, slowly responding "I do not mean using the gayme to get infourmation or actual things. I mean using the gayme to make theum feel comfortahble vith us. To make us seem like 'one of the boys', so to speak." With a smile he adjusts his monocle and adds "Though it is only a suggestion."
That's what I was waiting on.
Ivan shrugs and adds "Eh, It just seems like a differehnt mindset, one that most of our citizens vouldn't be used to. But I 'ave seen it a lot amongst common dock vorkers and low paid labore-ers." And, of course, the seedier elements. He leans forward, a smirk on his face. "They 'ave an innate pecking order, usually that comes about organically. Otherwise, they don't care much for rules and regulations beyond some unspoken social agreements. And those agreements tend to be about both pulling your own veight and about blunt honesty amongst peers." "Of course, I could be vrong about all of that. But if they are so opposed to these Coh-Mees, and they are vorried ve might be them, then let us show them that ve are not. Mimicking their communication style, the lack of delays and immediate responses, vould be a good start. But ve need to find common ground. And I think I know just 'ow to give them that indication." He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a deck of cards, tossing them on the table. "Vhat better vay to show that ve believe in persehnal prohperty rights than through gambling. And if they are like the day laborers I 'ave seen before, then it should be something that they vill find right at 'ome. Ve can either let them see us playing in the background of a cohm, or ve can invite them to a friendly game to ''elp smooth over our earlier misunderstandings'."
Hmm, I wonder if these people and I share ideas of personal property and personal responsibility. It could be interesting to speak with them in a less formal setting. But I will wait to let the Mylthani finish first. No need to be rude... yet.
Ivan nods at the Captain, his fingers tented. Well, I was hoping to hear how they became insulted... maybe learn from that... but Captain knows best...
Ivan frowns at Ynja's description. "Vhy do you believe that they vere insulted? And vhat is a Coh-mee?"
Ivan checked over his gear again as he reviewed the transmission from the 'aliens'. Hmm, they seem straight to the point... simple... if they weren't living in space I would have called them 'country folk'. These court clothes just won't do... Sometimes I wish I had something more informal... but then again, we can't have them thinking that we are just trying to copy their mannerisms... something less formal, but still more than they're used to... Ruffling through his thickly armored clothes, Ivan eventually spotted his 'professional' clothes. They were a finely tailored pair of pants with matched with a god embroidered coat that covered a fine linen dress shirt. Ah yes, linen, a fabric that breathes well while being a good compromise between price and comfort. Maybe this will just be a touch above the others while still seeming close enough to draw camaraderie... He quickly changed and made his way to the bridge, checking the placement of his pistol and sword before making his way into view of the comms camera, ready to be in the background of any transmission that might need to be transferred,
Ivan hears the Captains announcement and frowns. And this is why you don't take three possible pilots on a mission like that... as it stands it would have been nice to have Cathrine around to pilot her vessel... Security was already placed into alert from the received signals to being with, and weapons and engines had already been maintenance. They had completely prepared for this... well, almost. Hmm, these scouts don't really care about Rank... so no need to pull out the fancy drinks if there is a funeral...
Who's away? The Captain is back (I thought). I think we're just letting you two take on the main plot while we wait back on ship for more news.
Two players and one away? Did I miss someone leaving?
Hey Captain, if things work out can we ask the neo-southerners to transfer to us some digital copies of their entertainment? We have movie night covered for years...
It might not matter, but Ivan Lazarev doesn't sound any less 'Com-Hee'...
Looking at Cathrine and Ynja, Ivan frowns and replies "I vill be 'onest, I vould love nothing more than to spend sever-al days getting to intimately know two of the mooost beautiful dual ion thrusters I 'ave ever seen on a ship, but it doesn't make sense to send three pohssible pilots on a ship that needs at most two. I mean, if the Captain thinks it a good idea, I'm more than 'appy to play along, but othervise it might be safer to the mission four me to stay."
Ivan grins at Cathrine and quips back "Vell, maybe this is a good opportunity to learn from others then." Without missing a beat he turns towards Ynja and continues "And vhile I vould expect that theus is just entertainment, vho knows, it could be an old trans-mission or 'ave a kernel of truth."
Upon hearing Miss Ragnavoids comms, Ivan sends orders to put more security on active duty. Another set is send to the grunts to double check fuel and ammunition counts. Finally, a request is sent to engineering to increase the priority on full inspections of the ships engines and weaponry. - - - - - Ivan is standing on the bridge, projecting new supply projections and timelines based on their new state of caution, when the scientists send over the cleaned up transmissions. As the last frame rolls to static Ivan smiles and adds "I dyon't know vhat that is, but I like it." He then grins at Cathrine and points to the still image of the 'cyborg' and says "'ey, that one looks kind of like you, don't you think??"
Ivan looks over the planetary report for SG-011 and hmms for a moment before sending a message to the Captain:
Ivan nods at the Captain and replies "Yes Sir, food supplies are our big limiting fac-tor, and it seems that ve have enough to go for about another 8 and a 'alf months before ve run out, give-n our current consumption level, so probahbly 6 and a 'alf before ve should 'ead back 'ome. Maybe a little longer if ve ration more strictly towards the end." He runs a hand through his hair before nodding and adding "As for my proposal, ve mostly found planets vith nothing on them, minus the extraordinary finds of those vith sustainable life. From that one I vould recommend ve retrieve a few gallons of ocean vater from different parts of the planet, just for the egg-'eads to play vith." "Ve also spotted a few asteroid belts vith some surprisingly dense mineral scans. I'm more ambeevalent about those, but if ve 'ave the time, either as ve vait for probes or refuel, it might be vorth it to send out the parasite craft and look and see if they can spot specific mineral structures, or to even get a few easy to reach samples." He grins and nods. "Of course, as stated, I am not so concerned about those." - - - - - Ivan nods as Cathrine and Ynja suggest their plans, adding "I can agree that... it seems like a good way to use our resources. In addition, ve vould hate to leave a path unexplored and be ambushed later on our return journey."
Significant Other Not Superior/Supervising Officer : )
Yeah, just roof damage luckily. Though it cracked pretty much every strut and joist in the thing. The tree is supposed to get removed tomorrow. And I actually made that Druid comment to my SO yesterday, and it didn't really fly. :P And thanks for the compliment Aramis. It is a really pretty area, and I am quite found of the house... even if it is a little leafy right now. |
