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Same here folks. You've been a great party, and you sure let me enjoy playing that old hag to the best of her... old hagginess. Keep exploring, Starfinders.
I'm here, but the site is apparently on the fritz.
+Not sure if I should've, but I did.+", Molly's voice carries over the comms in a second. +I think I can jig-along the conveyor, if we felt like it. Or we need a rapid escape down a small chute.+", she relays. +You find anything?+
"Well, shit.", mutters Molly a moment later. Lootin's one thing, but maraudin's... a bit much. ++Gotcha. Take care of the duster, I'm 'bout to shove my hand right into the brain o' this beastie.++, she relays, shouldering her laser rifle. Giving a long glance at the door, she slowly begins making her way into the room. Huh. Seen worse., she sighs, as she steps quietly towards the main console. Her metal arm held forwards, she smiles. Been a while since I could make a thing that big move., she thinks to herself as she attempts to find the start key. Though, if I start this thing, Sparky out there's bound to see us. Or not. Rolls/OoC:
Molly sighs, looking around for a security or operator's console. Bound to be one here. Maaybe even a working one., she sighs, shouldering her rifle as she takes heavy footsteps into the room. "Place has seen better days, I wager.", she lets out a grim chuckle. "And I don't see it seein' 'em anymore." Is there a point of looting some dust miners' lockers?, she ponders, still looking for evidence as to what happened here.
Molly grins back. "Hah. I remember when we had to learn both the Vesk and the Galactic standard units...", she shakes her head. "You don't know how good you have it, nowadays.", she shakes a metal finger, before calling the elevator. "Ready.", she indicatees that she'd ready to protect the other Captain and Ellion if there's something unfriendly in the elevator.
Tank?, Molly's eyebrow raises. "You better scoop some more electricity into it. There's bound to be an electricity hose around here. How many gallons of electricity d'ya need, hon?", she quips in an adversarial tone. Maybe a bit much. But. Massive electricity murderghost., she thinks to herself, setting towards the lift. "It should be workin'. Why didn't we ask the miners for access codes?", she ponders for a moment as she reaches to control the lift. "Would've saved me a helluva lot of hassle.", she comments as she pulls up her HUD, quietly attempts to connect to the sorting machine's console. "Place is too quiet." Rolls/OoC:
"Should've tried it on the cargo doors then, hon. Save me a helluva lot of trouble.", Molly raises a challenging eyebrow back as she leans towards the door's console. Grunting, the door refuses to open, as she quietly begins muttering. "I'd take a goblin before I take a damn Novatech designer...", she begins grunting before popping the door's console open and delving into the wires and crystals. "Not a damn word." Rolls/OoC:
Molly opens her mouth at Ellion, then grins loudly, bursting out in a suspiciously vulgar laugh. "Oh. Sure.", she says a moment later, still giggling. "Gotcha.", she nods. Well, it's a damn relief not to be the oldest in a team. "Let's check if there's nothin' we can do to sweet-talk the door before I have to... expansively persuade it.", she shrugs, following Karma to the door's console. "Or, you know. It could just be unlocked." Pushing the open button, Molly raises her laser rifle at the door.
Molly takes a look at Karma and Eivo. "You want me to take point, you gimme a shout. That pantsuit you're wearing ain't the best at takin' a hit.", she grins, patting her own heavy armour. "I'm pretty sure I'd have to open the doors anyway.", she chuckles, following up the stairs.
Molly takes a glance down at the twitching AHAV. "I reckon I could probably salvage a thing or two out of this one, but I think we got higher priorities, right, Cap?", the engineer blurts out. Reaching over to turn off her power field, she hesitates. It's bound to run out eventually. Worst case is, nobody can give me a hug for half an hour. Reaching to invisible strings in the air once more, she begins reading the diagnostics of the AHAV. "Well, poking into its head would be a helluva lot easier if we didn't shoot it to shit beforehand.", she shrugs. "Unless someone wants to do my job, let's get in the death machine. I'm not in the mood for bein' splattered around the rocks by lightning.", she comments, starting to walk towards the truck. Rolls/OoC:
"Ah, girkht.", Molly mumbles out as the AHAV shuts down her override. "Well, hardware reset it is.", she grins, as the laser rifle's barking scorches another mark on the robot's chassis. I do hope we can haul it out... Them's a good haul., a thought rapidly crosses her mind, as she shakes her head. Haul ourselves out first. Then, money.
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Molly stares at the AHAV, her bionic hand extending forwards. "Executing override! Hit it while it's down!", she shouts, as her fingers begin moving with unnatural celerity, swiping away at invisible holoscreens. Rolls/OoC: Standard Action to override: DC20 or it's stunned, if it fails by more than 10, I get DIRECT CONTROL. For a turn. Move Action to engage holotargeting.
Molly, her shield flickering in front of her face, lands. Her laser rifle bursts forwards a barrage at the AHAV, laser fire scorching the metal plates. "Less talkin', more shootin'!", she barks at Karma. "Get ready, I'll try and override it in a second!" Rolls/OoC:
Hey guys - turns out my work trip is a bit more time-consuming than I thought. I'll try and get something tomorrow, but no promises. Sorry!
Hey guys - I was quite busy over the weekend, and I'll be travelling during the week. I'll try and get something up on the evenings, but it's bound to be short. Should be able to get something up tomorrow, though, definitely.
As the captain leaps to stop the vehicle, Molly shakes her head as her jump jet lauches her through the air. Tapping her metal arm, a crackling shield flickers around her body for a moment as she draws her laser rifle. "Shoot first, ask questions later. Should've remembered that was unofficial Knights protocol.", Molly quips, running out into the open grounds. I sure love getting shot the shit out of. But if that thing melts the armour, we're already as good as dead., she thinks. Rolls/OoC:
"Sure thing.", Molly half-heartedly replies, her eyes glued to the window. "I'd take it carefully, if I were you. Should've given you a contract to sign about gettin' in here." As the hauler drives forwards, Molly's eyes are pinned to the window. Rolls/OoC:
Hm. I was thinking, it's entirely in Molly's personal interest for the plan here to fail, and for the expedition to stop in a month. Obviously, I won't do it for both OoC and IC purposes, but it might be something the other characters might've thought of.
Molly mostly hangs back. Well, hon, you knew that this'll be a long grueling four years of all the risks, and none of the rewards., she sighs. As the mobile refinery shows up, though, she perks up. "Well hey there, handsome...", she lets out. "Wish I had one of those when I was a teen. Woulda ran the whole town.", she laughs. Nodding at Eivo, she chuckles. "Don't tempt me.", she lets out, before jumping to her feet. "Good eyes. Saw it." Her laser rifle jumps in her hand. "You mind taking us in for a closer look?" Rolls/OoC:
"So, you want me to mute her comms?", Molly replies with a wide grin at Eivo, before shaking her head. "Can't do that, XO. Although, I'm pretty sure Chain of Command lets you tell her to act professionally.", she laughs out. Like that'll happen., she grins. As the miners get onboard, the hauler managing to hold on, Molly breathes out a sigh of relief. Reclining back in her seat, she gives the rest a wink. "See! Told ya! Precision pirate engineering. Nothin' sturdier.", she grins, slamming her hand in a side panel, which bends a little. As the car heads into the forest, her smile gradually decreases. "I've got mine.", Molly replies to Dr. Hessoni, her palm computer blurting out the hauler's blueprints. "I don't mind waitin' in the ship while the rest o' ya are out shoppin'."
Hey guys! It's been a week unexpectedly busy even for an unexpectedly busy week, so bear with me! I'll be back to normal on Monday at the latest!
Molly takes a step back as the finishes with the car, the welding torch folding neatly into her cyber-arm. Well, for a rust bucket, it ain't half bad. "I put my heart and soul in it. 'Cause I'll have to be inside, too.", she grins, wiping her forehead and starting to put on her armour. "Just 'member, don't get too excited, or the wires snap and we all fry.", she laconically states at Karma as she puts on her helmet. As the music starts, Molly's eyebrows raise. "Cap! Does your pilot come with a mute button?", she frowns, before shaking her head. "You askin' me, there's nothin' here that we want. But if we're gonna be jammin' our naughty bits in sentient sockets, we drop the miners off first.", she says, crossing her arms.
Hey guys! Just a warning, I'll be travelling over the weekend, so I might find myself without the ability to post more than a dot. It should all be back to normal on Sunday, though!
Molly laughs out loud. "Hah! Ain't you a darlin'.", she comments, grinning as the doctor jokes. "Bet you say that to all the girl a hundreth your age.", she adds, before crossing the room to stand next to Eivo. "That case - we're clearin' out that warehouse. I need space to work on the comms, and you can take whatever sand strikes you the fanciest.", she shrugs, before starting to put on her armour once more. "Which way, Strongarm?", she asks as she buckles her helmet to her belt. Rolls:
"Hah.", Molly laughs back. "Sugar, I enjoy livin' more than I enjoy everythin' else.", the mechanic wipes her forehead. "Pride's inedible and doesn't protect against bullets. Now, unless you're plannin' on wavin' at the Reach from the ground, I need that warehouse cleared and searched for any piece of comms equipment you can find.", she replies. As Dr. Hesoni gives his idea, Molly shrugs. "You thinkin' there's a chance of that thing let us leave, I'm all for it."
I hope I'm the only one getting confused, but I'll summarise my questions down here for clarity. - Do we have surface to orbit connection to Desna's Reach from the surface of the planet? If so, what prevents us from using one of our comms as a means of communication? - I imagine the ship's unable to land right next to the front door, since the landing pad was about half a mile up the hill, if I recall correctly. - There is the storage space for the cargo haulers, which have their doors caved in. EDIT: Re-read the posts, and I think freeing up one of the warehouses is a good bet. - Can we wirelessly command one of the haulers to go to the warehouse, so we can begin work on it? Also, would I be able to eventually command the mobile refinery with my control rig, which has 5 miles range, when we get comms back or is that thing strictly analogue? That's what I have regarding questions. Regarding plans, I'm assuming that the escape plan is to arrange a very quick pickup as we escape from the facility with the caged hauler and have the ship pick us up. For that, we'll need the comms array and the hauler operational beforehand. Regarding study on the creature, Molly's completely fine with having it, the planet, and the corporate profits burn in whichever hell they find the most convenient, but if there's more information found out about it, and potentially other ways to use it, she'll be (begrudgingly) assisting!
There's two types of people who'd leave a mining station on a world with that thing around. A lunatic, or a middle manager., Molly shakes her head at the captain's message. "Right.", nods Molly. "So, comms array it is.", she sighs. "Hah! No side effects, my ass. A technomancer's going to sniff you right out if you've got magic on ya, and they make mean bounty hunters. Almost as mean as most beasts that can smell that on you, too.", she shakes her head, before chuckling deeply. "And besides. Adrenaline's a lot more dangerous than caffeine." Taking another look at the inventory list of the facility, Molly begins making plans for an improvised comms array. "Not sure about the cable, but it shouldn't matter. We can weave 'em."
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Molly throws a glance at the crewmember arguing about land vehicles. "Run in gravel for a mile uphill to get to the landing pad, be my guest, hon. We can drive behind ya, give you s'more extra motivation." Nodding at Karma, she sends the troll a grin. "Sugar, I've been on prison food for seven years. That rat's gonna be 'ppreciated more than a rat's ever been. And if that tea's got caffeine in it, I want two shots." Scratching her head, she sits down on a chair. "Right. So first order of the day - We get the comms array back up. Folks up there might be expecting a call from us. Secondly, can we get the vehicle bay locked? Are the doors jammed open, or is it just the controls that are fried?"
Molly nods, clearly lost in thought, as Scotchkar waves them into the briefing room. "Yeah, I'll brief you in.", she waves a hand at the dwarf, eyes still staring at the schematics changing in her hand. "Right.", she says a second later, nodding at the miner. "Can't land our tub here, and there's about half a mile to the landing pad. That, and I'm not even sure our ship could take a hit from something like that, whatever the hell that thing is." "Plan is, weld whatever conductive materials we got on one of the repair haulers in a mesh, jump in the cabin and hope it endures enough shots before it melts or oxidises, or whatever reaction the shit does in this atmosphere." Raising her cyberwware hand, she looks at the miners. "Download the plans from here, start with the plow and the cabin, if it needs it. Might need a couple of welders, just remember - if I die because any of you f~@+ed up, I'm coming back to haunt your families." Crossing her arms, she walks back to the back of the room and away from the spotlight. "And for those that aren't welders, I'm sure one of you's got time to get brewing coffee for the rest of us doing the welding work."I broke rule #3. Never leave ship without caffeine. With a mental command, she opens comms. "Cap? You might want to give the rockchewers a bit of pep-talk of how we're gettin' them out of here, because the next few hours of assembly ain't gonna be pretty." Walking back to the back of the room, Molly shakes her head at Karma. "What's cookin', sunshine, is back alley junkyard work by a bunch of exhausted miners and an engineer who's been away from technology for seven years.", she lets out a grim, raspy chuckle. "We get out of this, I'm hanging the design in Engineering. Melfecor's gonna have an aneurism." She sighs.
As Karma bursts out of the elevator, Molly gives her a glance as she's ushered in. The auto-haulers... If we're moving on this planet, I sure as hell wouldn't mind one., she thinks for a moment. Taking off her helmet, she fixes her headwrap. "Yeah." A picture appears over Molly's right hand, showing the site in the warehouse. "Gotta say, that killed the mood. Next time, doc.", Molly quips back. "So if a thing done this, I suggest we call the boat and get the hell out of here. Even skip tea." As the trio rejoins the others, Molly gives a nod at the mechanic in charge. "Chief.", she says. "What I gather, you're really neck-deep in shit." Holstering her laser rifle, she quickly reads onto what information has been provided. Pulling a screen from her hand, she begins organising it. "Right. Good numbers, XO.", she nods at Eivo as she urges him closer. "Killer electrical monsters. You take me to the nicest places, Cap.", she chuckles at Zeni. "Not quite a lightning rod, but that's the idea. If we're certain about moving, we're going to build a Faraday cage." Putting a finger to her mouth, she continues staring. "I think you mentioned a cup of tea 'bout half an hour ago, sugar.", her raspy voice carries to Scotchkar. So, six MV. Say ten, for leeway. No way that goes through a fuse. Starting to pace around, she shrugs. "So, there's got to be a way the creature's shockin' people, rather than letting electricity do its natural thing. If it's that damn accurate, I'd say ionisation laser that guides the current where it's s'posed to go. it's how I'd do it." One of the screens on the vid flickers as Molly grabs it and sending it to Scotchkar with a gesture. "I'd need what's on this." Rolls/OoC: [ooc]I'll ignore the actual RL numbers you gave us, GM, and just think of the power as 'too much electricity to handle'! Molly's plan is to build and modify a Faraday cage, which lets nowaday airplanes get hit by lightning and absorb it. Molly wants to wrap a sealed vehicle with that, so if it gets hit with that electricity, it disperses itself over a vastly larger area for a moment, and since it's 'too damn much', to add a lightning rod 'plough' (or plow, for you North Americans), to ground the electricity. There might be an issue if the plough hits anything too conductive (like a crystal), since that thing's bound to explode, but where's the fun without possibility of explosions! It's how I'd design something of the sort in a hard sci-fi game, and on a veeery basic level, the physics checks out.
Huh. It turns out I forgot that I have a pretty powerful computer in my arm, and forgot to use it. If I'd have built it properly, we'd have had connection and elevator control as soon as we saw the lift. Eh. Hindsight. I'll add it to my sheet. The small part of me that does physics a couple of times a month was a bit shocked, but it's sci-fi, so I don't care!
Molly turns around to look at the doctor. Hell. Wasn't sure if I bought his spin about Golarion, but... I can see it., she sighs, before chuckling. "Gotta say, hon, I got to keep you around more. You make me feel young.", she quips as amputation with stone hatchets is brought up. "I wouldn't pick up the vehicles, if that's what you mean. Sure, they're pricey, but bulky, too, so pirates rarely bother with them." She raises a hand in the air. "Ships, then weapons, then materials, then medical supplies, then everything else." She sighs. "Slaves feature in there somewhere for some, but I ain't never been a fan. Paint you as a bigger target, eat your food, and they're bound to rebel." That, and it's just damn evil. Pushing the lift's button, Molly shakes her head. "Well, sugar, you're both right and wrong. First of all, AI is about as descriptive to me as 'I'm sick' sounds to you. And I ain't givin' that lecture here, though I got a bottle of Kasatha booze with a 'Drunk Science' label on it for those occasions.", she grins. Patting the rickety lift's control console, she starts explaining as she dives into the wires. "Everything I work with starts with basic physics. Then someone imperfect starts imposing rules on it, and tells it what to say to us mechanical folk. And that's when chaos comes in.", she laughs. "From other engineers' work, or technicians' work. A diagnostic task tells you exactly what the diagnostic task tells ya, as dumb as that sounds, it's your job as an engineer to understand from that what you need." She reaches to affix her headwrap, but realises the helmet's on the way. "There's bound to be a dry ass academic somewhere, who can explain that better. Even if he can't patch a leaking boat if his life depended on it." "It all comes down to this - livin' things want to... live, I guess, right? Anything mechanical just... exists already, and the only thing it's gonna do is apply physics in the way a livin' thing wants it to." She laughs, giving the doctor a wink. "Look at me soundin' all teacher-like. Damn eggheads rubbin' off on me.", she shakes her head. "No idea. Us miners and common sense don't really play nice with each other. Though, two things are for sure. The crew's bound to be stuck with an entire outpost of dwarves for a while, and I'm locking up my booze cabinet." Rolls/OoC:
Molly raises her eyes away from the shadows, shaking her head. "I think we can confirm, we don't want this happening to us.", she sighs, then stands up. "I reckon it's a good idea to head on down now.", she shrugs. "Plus, they mentioned tea. And where's tea, there's coffee." Raising the laser rifle on her shoulder, she steps away from the wall, taking point as soon as Dr. Hesoni is finished with his examination.
@GM - the question was more along the lines, were those people killed by magic or some beastie that might've evolved on this planet. Because I don't want to meet anything that evolved on this planet. Also, as Karma said - I'm loving it so far!
"Right.", Molly sighs as she glances at the connection bars on her HUD. "Nova Comm. Forgot that's short for No Vacking Communication. Kzk's completely analogue.", she waves at the console with disdain. "And by the time I patch into it, we'll be able to go down the lift anyway. Alright, move that ass, Doctor.", she shrugs, heading for the vehicle bay. Blinking rapidly, Molly shakes her head as she sees the insides. "Poor bastards.", she takes a long look at the bodies. "Hm. Never asked you, hon, are you a real doctor, or one of them -cologists?", she quips at the elf, before kneeling next to the body. Plasma burn? Hydrogen cell exploding?, she starts thinking as she leans on her laser rifle, data flowing in her visor from her stretched out hand. At least them repair haulers are still working. Push comes to shove, I can do a lot of bad stuff with 'em. Rolls/OoC:
Sorry! I try to post in the morning, but I couldn't today. I imagine all of you are somewhere in the US, judging by your posting time, and I'm one pond away.
Standing straight, she points towards the nearest building. "Alright, sugar.", she says to the doctor as she fiddles with a device on her forearm. "You see somethin' nasty that ain't me, call it and stay behind me." Her fist thuds on the weathered plate on her heavy suit of armour, as she sets towards the building. An annoyed huff leaves her mouth. Damn grunts and damn pilots. Sure, they haul ass downstairs to drink tea. I'm checking out ventilated warehouses, looking for a big, unfriendly gun. Rolls/OoC:
::Can't help it if some of us had honest jobs back in the day::, Molly shrugs, then gives the doctor a wink. Hate damn headtalk., she thinks. Raising her head at one of the cameras, she focuses. How, what the hell fried the cameras., she thinks, investigating the damages. "Well, Doc, been wanting to steal you for a moonlit trip anyway. We'll sweep the warehouses and meet you down there. Patch us in, I'll see if they're kragshitting us about mining." Rolls/OoC:
@Eivo: Shadowrun is awesome! About the skills: Starfinder's classes overlap a bit more than those in Pathfinder, I think, and there's bound to be some friction regarding skills. But aiding another is the best way around it!
Molly shakes her head, nodding at the captain and following suit. "It'll take a lot more than elementary school astronomy to strain my brain, dear.", she laughs as she disappears into engineering. As the crew readies for leaving the ship, Molly appears out of the engineering bay. Rather than the unbuckled jumpsuit, she appears to be wearing a set of heavy armour. The multiple welds and replacements display the set's obvious age. Just before putting on a heavy duty helmet, she winks at the away team. "It's about damn time we got to leave the tub.", she taps the wall of Desna's Reach. "For luck."
"That's just semantics.", Molly shrugs at the meteorites line, before nodding at the computer and raising her right arm. "Lemme see if I can boost your signal, or clear some 'ware.", she offers. Her fingers begin dancing in place, as she stares towards the skies. "Hah. Can't believe Nova Comm still outfits mining rigs with that old version. The mine had the same, and that was when I was seventeen.", she chuckles. "We actually had computers back then, believe it or not." Rolls/OoC:
I've not seen all the Star Trek, to be fair. I could justify Molly going, since she's not going to let the other members of the engineering team work in a possibly hostile environment, and sure as hell isn't going to let a ground pounder anywhere near mining equipment. @Karma, returning fire!
Molly grins. "Meteors are asteroids, hon. A meteor is an asteroid making it through the atmosphere. Stick to the stick, let the edumacated people make the guessing." Taking a swig from her coffee with the sound of an old vacuum cleaner, she puts her feet on the console. Biting a lip, she raises her eyebrows at the pilot in a taunting gesture. I do like making friends, don't I.
Do snark away. I'm not sure if I'd be responsible for the Computers (probably not), or even have an engineering station (I think at least one of the Star Treks lacked one.) Although, we have two scientists, so I'll probably let them take care of things first, and only chip in if they need the extra roll from me! But I'm on the bridge, since nobody bothered to kick me out yet, and stealing looks from other people's consoles sounds like a thing to do.
Yeah. Certivite and all damned Drift paraphenalia. Sure, it's made me a living. If it weren't for that damned thing, my planet wouldn't be such a backwater hole. Shaking a head at the pilot, Molly chuckles. "I ain't stupid, sugar, I ain't takin' that bet." Picking up a magnetic mug, she leans back in her chair, throwing a glance at the console nearby. "Huh. Figures.", she shrugs. Who works here?, she thinks for a moment, thinking back on both words shared years ago and rumours picked just a month back. "Certivite isn't bad haul, if you get your hands on it, and any crew worth their dust is bound to knock out comms first. And those", she points to the scan on the planet. "ain't meteor strikes." Gotta say, I won't mind stretching my legs. And I sure as hell am not sending neither Zealot Boy or Drift Kid down there. Rolls/OoC:
Tell me about it. I think I spent a bit over an hour on the post, trying to reconscile Molly's initial concept to a justification to a level 10 stat block! By the way, saying this now - Molly is not a character with a lot of social grace, and she might be swearing occasionally. If anyone's bothered, I added those basic profanities in her character sheet for a reason, and I could easily use more 'space-y' language instead. I'll probably still go into those for the more emotionally loaded rants, though.
Leaked Unreleased Footage from Meeting the Explorers, Episode 4:
A shot from a hoverdrone rolls over the gathered crew of Desna's Reach seemingly just following a photo-op. The gathered journalists and celebrities begin walking into the shot, just as the well-polished and groomed crew descend the podium. The camera receives a signal from a journalist with a heavy make-up and a too-wide-to-be real smile, pointing towards a woman in green-patched jumpsuit releasing a razzled bun of red hair with one hand, and flipping the bird to another journalist with the other. As the mechanic moves towards a corner, undoing her jumpsuit and reaching for a glass of water, the interviewer nods at the camera and pounces, microphone first. "Good afternoon, this is Seelah Starlight from the Absalom Express, the station's favourite newscaster, here at the exclusive Explorator Press Release.", she grins at the camera, fluttering eyelashes. "With me is Molly Bakir, a deserter from the Swarm Wars, a former prisoner and an old friend of every law enforcement Agency in the Pact Worlds." The camera focuses at Molly, who blinks twice as the radiant light of the camera washes over her face, her face unreadable. "Molly is also the Chief Engineer of the multi-billion vessel Desna's Reach. Molly, do you believe that your disregard for orders and anti-social behaviour will somehow be counteracted by your ability in your position, despite not having any formal education in the field?" Shoving the microphone forwards, the journalist's zaccharine smile stretches even wider as the camera focuses on Molly's inpenetrable face. Exhaling, Molly blinks twice, before gently shoving the journalist aside and staring up at the camera, a wide smile appearing on her face as Seelah's own wanes. "Why, thank you for the question, Seelah!", she replies in an Akitonian accent with the same amount of faux-excitement. "I must say, I've always believed in believing in people, and I'm sure that those who purchase the Absalom Express and are literate, do too!" Turning to the side, she sends a wide smile at the already sweating Starlight. "After all, isn't this the same newscaster that gave a pockmarked space goblin makeup, a wig, a dress too small for her waist and a cameradrone with all the latest filters can give a quality report of the biggest event of the last twenty years,", she continues in her newscaster tone, "despite not being able to spell 'journalism'?" The engineer raises her hand at the drone, and with a snap of the filters, the aftereffects are gone. "Believe!"
A Message to Engineering:
As the last day of drills is done, Molly puts her fingers in her mouth, letting out an eardrum-piercing whistle, waving at Delt and Melfecor. Pointing at the engineering bay, she leaps up and sits on a crate, picking up a mug of coffee left over from earlier in the day. Giving it an appraising shrug, she takes a long sip as the two enter engineering. Undoing her jumpsuit at the waist, she wipes her forehead. "Alright, my sweets.", she says in her raspy alto. "Drills are done, thank f#@$. We got a week off, and considering we'll be spendin' four years ass-to-ass, I don't want to even think, let alone see you two this week, so I'll be damn quick." She jumps down from the crate, gesturing around the bay. "First things first. Yes, I'm rusty, and yes, I don't yet know all about that fancy field we got around the ship. But the corp-drones put me as pit boss of this partic'lar pit, 'cause I've shot at Pact Worlds ships for the better part of my life, and know exactly how to break them, and how to fix 'em with earwax and swear-words when I got nothing else available." She nods, then raises two fingers. "A couple more things. We all know our ranks, so don't use them when talkin' to me, 'cause I ain't replyin'. Listen to security when it's a matter of security. If the grunts get pushy when it comes to fixin' their shit when you got more important things to do, kindly remind them you got control over the climate in their cabins and tell them to f&&+ off." She points towards the door. "In a week is the only day in your life aboard this sneaky tub I'll tolerate you bein' drunk or hungover in engineerin'. Now scram!", she shouts, sitting down on the computer.
A letter home.:
To Garron Bakir, or however the f@!~ you're called these days, Hey, shithead. I'm out. No thanks to your barnacled ass, I've got to add. No, no, I get it, it's a lot easier to sit in my f#*#ing bar, gambling away my f~##ing secret stash, and telling colourful tales of being a retired pirate, the bane of the Diaspora, instead of gathering one of the best crews in the Pact Worlds, and breaking into a prison. That requires some skill and balls, and we both know you lack both. We stole the motherloving Harridan, for Besmara's sake! Although, the Stewards did laugh at that vid of you running towards the escape pods with just your skivvies on. Only time I've ever seen an ass on a Wanted poster, but with you, I don't think anyone could've made the difference. Anyway, just sending you the usual wishes of falling into a fireleech pit. You better hope my bar's still in place when I come back, or else. Sleep well. Lots of love,
Stepping out of the engineering bay, Molly ties her jumpsuit around her waist, and heads for the gunnery. As the pressure door opens, the mechanic gives a loud rap on the doorframe with her metal arm, before winking at Sir Oliver. "Afternoon, gentlemen." She sniffs the air, then sighs dramatically. "You got to crack a window here, I'm drownin' in bravado here. Would hate to blow an air filter.", she grins, before waving at Shh'snkikit. "Kit! I'm borrowin' a hovercar, and then I'm out on the town. Food, drink, shootin' dice."I'll murder for something that isn't pre-packed or prepared by a military chef. She grins at the gathered security, then raises her hands in the air. "I'll cash for the borrowin', don't you worry your pretty little heads.", she laughs. Poor guy's got to be fuming. Seven years in the locker, then bossed around by His Royal Highness and a Skyfire fart. If I had to be in his place, I'd shoot myself., a thought passes through her head. And now his ex-boss is here, too. Good going, Molly, I'm sure he can't handle not being baby-sat. "Or, you know. If you got a better idea, I'm all ears."
Few things are heard from Molly during the next week, though a couple of incidents making the news raise a few eyebrows, namely the groundskeeper robot in charge of the botanical gardens currently under restoration randomly waking up in a dumpster, a tiny drone armed with an automatic egg-launcher being taken down after a one-sided assault on Stewards' Bastion, and a small trading company being investigated for links to Diasporan piracy. In the morning, Chief Engineer Bakir arrives on the docks alongside a cargo robot pushing a cart filled to the brim with jingling crates. Wearing a heavy coat over an unbuckled jumpsuit, she removes a pair of sunglasses to reveal a bloodshot eye, nodding at the dockworkers around the ship. There ain't nothin' like freedom, Molly. Nothin'., a small smile appears on her face as she crumples a coffee cup.
Yeah, picking languages as someone with the Culture skill is a bit hard - I personally have 17 (including the Hylki Akitonian language and Common). I don't believe I've seen a list, but I'll imagine there's a few Molly would speak (Languages of Akiton, piratical cants, Vesk, whatever techno-language the anacites speak, etc.) @Zeni, as for suggestions, I'd point out that we have someone making big enemies flat-footed (our very own Absalom Jones), and I'm not certain Clever Attack is better than simply shooting twice, but it's definitely not all about the numbers. Improved Get'Em would be nice, especially if we end up fighting alongside the crew at some point, but I stress again, it's entirely your choice. I like the flavour of Hidden Agenda and Slick Customer combining into the Paizo stereotype about the charming, yet very corporate Lashunta!
I think I'm done tinkering for now. Looking forward to getting into it! It not being the uniform. As cool as it sounds! @Eivo, I didn't know that about IUS, sorry for the bad suggestion. I guess that's not carried over from Pathfinder!
I might still tinker a bit with Molly's build. I'd forgot that the trick attack makes enemies flat-footed for an entire turn, so I might change the feats and a couple of class features around. I'm trying to take all the stuff that concerns ships, too, and I might change her weapon. |
