Battlestation Takemikazuchi

[JawnKarTurr]

James Venock

The Travel Hotel....Is hardly a hotel but rather a collection of spartan rooms people rent out for all kinds of purposes. To be sure you pass people looking for a bit of rest between shifts carrying bedrolls and tool bags, and you see a few working girls scantily clad wishing clients goodnight before returning to the rooms. Since they're so basic many bring things to make them more comfortable.

For you though once you enter you feel how soft the floor is, and realize it's that way for sleeping. There isn't anything else in the room, but for the familiar plug-in station for computer recharge and logging on. The bathroom is also basic with a good size sink, toilet and a large shower.

On every level there is a common area with vending machines for beverages and food. There are a few couches for those who want to escape their rooms for a few monitors and monitors show everything from station news to broadcasts from local worlds. Once a room is vacated though you see robots rush to clean it thoroughly before the next guest arrives.


Your room is different.....because there is a Galactic Express box there. Inside you do find a change of clothes, a hygiene kit for the bathroom, several cans of eRapid (an energy drink that claims faster recovery from hang overs), three Buddha Bite mega cheese burgers, and the data slate.

When you do use it you find that it's one of the ones people rent for a brief period and then either turn in or just throw away. They're sold by vendors all over the station, and when you contact your "friend" it's easy because he's the only user. There is no picture only blocked text on the screen.

"So you finally made it out of jail. You're off to a great start here. I think cleaning up your act is in order. First step is get your act together and that means being sober. That clear? Second you need a new line of work. I might be able to get you a bounty hunting license here or even from one of the alien worlds, but you need to let things cool down. They're taking civilian private investigator candidates and I got you into the program. If you complete it you'll be able to work with some kind of legal standing. I can get you good paying work."


There is a pause before the data slate comes to life again. "Think you can handle all that?"

 

[Othermoose]

James reads the text on the screen and laughs at the part about getting sober. "I'll quit drinking the day after I die." He laughs to himself, typing a response on the data pad. "Who the fuck is this, and what do you want from me?" James bit into a cheeseburger as he waited for his "friend's" response.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Lieutenant Julia Voshel

A Messages

The reply back from the strip club on your data slate is one of relief and joy as they're short on dancers. Seems clubs are fighting over premium dancers as of late. Some are even employing clones to fill their stables. Also a number of alien women are arriving and willing to work hard to keep their employed status on the ship. Anyone not working doesn't get to stay.

They're happy to accommodate you though and send you a picture of a sexy black catsuit which comes off in sections complete with a fishnet body stocking for underneath if you desire and matching boots. As per the agreement you keep the costume, all your tips, and you have credits on your food and drink card at the club. When you dance and customers charge credits at any of the dance stations they immediately go to your account. The club makes it's money on food and drink and of course the cover.

One of your neighbors Leonid Alesnarovich or "Lyonya" to his friends trades and repairs electronics has sent you and others a message. One of his Siberian huskies has had her puppies, and he's wondering who would like one. While he doesn't want any credits he would like a minor trade for one of the sweet animals he hopes goes to a good home.


Meanwhile back at the Hanger

When you arrive your pilots are all over the place wearing their flight suits hanging out in the conference room, cafeteria, or in the locker room as you soon see. A few couples have went back to their living quarters for some fun and relaxation, but said they're on call. Your normal service crews are helping with the upgrades, but know nothing beyond the special work crews began at the beginning of the watch and started work.

One of your three personnel workshop robot assistants ( they look like 18" tall little astronauts) is working on an old Fleet field laptop looks up at you and waves when you come into the work area. "Sorry Lt Voshel that just started working. They have orders though."

The mechanic on top of your craft shuts off the blow torch and tosses you a industrial worker data slate. As you go through it you find that the Wing Commander has made it pretty clear that he wants all fighters ready for action with in the next six weeks. The upgrades will done for units in order of priority. Those going into combat sooner will be upgraded first. Along with improved armor primary weapons systems will also be improved.

You've only met Commander Mase Tersell once at one of those black tie affairs Fleet loves to hold. He has silver hair and hazel eyes, and is known for being a big proponent of survival training. Besides being a fighter pilot he's commanded Fleet mechs, and has a captured alien plasma rifle. He does know you and there is a coded attachment you open on the data slate.

Sorry about the short notice, but get your people ready. Enemy Alien recon forces are moving faster and causing more damage then we thought. I know your fondness for your fighter, so I've included an order that a special paint crew come out and paint your fighter to your specifications. Just be ready to fight. Also begin improving hanger security. Sabotage and espionage are active concerns.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

James Venock

The response is swift and clear. "If you're not interested there are many others who are. You're not special your just needed. I can cut funding for your room right now and you can easily be returned to jail. That clear enough for you my friend?"

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Rex Lionheart

"Hey Mac....where is the Operation Center and more important. Where is the O club?"


"Well sir that's no problem all your personal items will be placed inside your living quarters as directed. If you need help setting up everything just call the lobby they'll send some Fleet Sailors to do the work. The building like most of the other ones was built by the aliens and they seemed to build their cities to last. The power grid will hold up pretty well so feel free to setup your computers and work stations."

He scrolls down your personnel file and nods. "Well I see you have a good supply of parts and a personnel space craft. Officers have that privilege. You can move it to the hanger your squadron is assigned to once you decide which one along with the parts."

Something pops up on the screen and he looks at you concerned. "You need to choose an assignment soon though. Fleet Commander doesn't want any unassigned personnel. Decide within 48 hours of arrival or you'll be assigned. Ah this isn't me sir just what standing orders are."

"The operations center is in the center of the section. It's a complex across from the main civilian buildings in the center of our little city. The officer's club for every branch will be downloaded to your data slate and it will be updated regularly. They have receptions and special nights all the time. If I can help with anything else let me know."

 

[Little_Tease]

Phoebe looked around the room she had taken and how much space there was. It wasn’t much but she didn’t need much either, seeing the large shower she just smiled from one ear to the other.

She quickly kicked off her boots and pants and all that she was wearing and jumped in the shower. She stood under the shower and just let the cold water run over her like a waterfall, she enjoyed it so much she felt as if she had been standing under it for hours.

She then got out of the cold shower and stayed naked for a while as she looked threw her bag for her computer. Finding it she took the cables out and sat down and connected herself to the room’s network. She smirked some seeing how nice it was that they let all rooms be able to connect to the network, she tipped a lot seeing how far she could get without anyone noticing her in the network.

She left the military inner sides alone for the start she was more on the personal things interested seeing as she was naked and if she got caught somewhere in the networks she shouldn’t be she would have to leave in a hurry which would be difficult being naked.

She sat on the floor on her knees but spread so her butt rested on the soft floor of the room. Her AI program kicked on and stated to talk to her she sometimes felt as if it was her best friend and since she never really let anyone close to her her only friend. After sometime was over she decided to disconnect seeing she hadn’t found anything interesting other then on the Bounty Hunter Marcus Tiberious.

She had looked threw his files seeing who he was and all about him. She packed her computer away and then laid back looking out the window of the room to the skyline before closing her eyes to sleep at least an hour without having to worry to being found.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The Captain Sydney Hotel and Towers

16 Topez Ave (Area 1716.16 L(5) H\TW Res.)
A Bronze plaque on the wall reads:

I On this day, Now I Know Why so many pirates have false names-to escape their blasted families! Wish I'd a though o' that years ago-would haved saved me a mort of trouble, by the Powers!*

Sign in front window
Fleet Controlled Building
Authorized Personel Only

First Floor
Lobby, offices, rec room
Second Floor
Home of the Flying Duck Club
Third Floor
Home of the Peanut Clusters (Culinary Students)
Forth Floor
Home of the Wild Geese(Pilot Trainees)
Fifth Floor
BOQ (3 vacancies)

Rex walks inside. A seaman apprentice stood behind a reception desk and looks up as Rex walks. Good day, Sir! How may I assist you, Sir?

Rex drops his bag of the floor. "My name is Flying Officer Rex Lionheart! I understand that a living space is reserved for me. Here is my -2 (Digital ID Card)

The seaman 2nd looks at the -2 and checks his computer. Yes Sir! Living Space 505, Sir. South side of building great view of Area 1700, Sir! Your personel effects are in trans, Sir. Expcted tomarrow on Transport Half Moon


*Taken from Sid Meier's Pirates page 73(2004)

 

[JudeRodney]

Damn it! His crew was under attack! Quickly, Carl opened a channel to security. "Red alert!" he shouted. "Team 8 is under attack behind the Moon Pagoda restaurant by Zetas! Engineers down! I repeat engineers down!"

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed one of his heavy blasters and opened the channel to all his teams. "We have an emergency, people! Team's 1 and 2 ready weapons and meet me at the garage! Team 8's in trouble!" Alarmed, the teams quickly were on the move, climbed into their vehicles and away they went.

On the way to the restaurant, Carl briefed them on the situation. There were friends in Team 8, but while they were ready to rescue them, they also silently prayed security was already there.

 

[victoria_cummings]

Julia snatched the data pad from the mechanic, and read it over. She gasped a little bit once she read how dire the situation was. Sounds like the higher ups wanted her squad combat ready, as soon as these modifications were done. Julia’s anger changed to pride though, her hard work with her squad had pushed them to head of the line, meaning they were the best in eyes of command.

Julia scanned the hanger and only noticed a handful of her pilots were around the hanger, not enough to really do anything, and take at least an hour or more to gather the rest for any sort of ground drill, so Julia took out her military pad and sent out this email to all her pilots.

“As you know by now, our fighters are grounded for modifications, meaning all scheduled combat exercises are scrubbed for the next two weeks. Just because we don’t have our wings don’t mean we can get lazy. We may not be meeting officially for drills, but over the next week, I want all of you to visits the firing rang to improve your weapon proficiency scores, visit the fitness center improve your fitness proficiency including times on 5Km, 10Km and 20Km runs, and visit the battle simulator since we can’t do combat drills and improve your scores in that.

I want all these scores reported to me by the end of the week, by 6pm Sunday night. Failure to do so will receive harsh punishments. The following week, after I review your scores, will meet in small groups and give evaluations on these scores. Make me proud Red Strikers.”

Julia turned to J-2, one of her personal assistant droids, who was sitting on a bench where Red Queen was working on. He was Julia’s droid who had the most of Julia’s military training programmed into it. He was the one that also had access to the records of all the pilots and all their proficiencies recorded as well. Most importantly he had all the spefications to how Julia liked Red Queen, just in case someone else had to pilot it, or when all these modifications are done Julia didn’t have to make adjustments to make her fighter comfortable again.

“J-2, I want you here during these two weeks, and monitor everything that goes on here. When they are done with Red Queen contact me. You have the insignia so you can just project it onto Red Queen once the painters come to repaint her I’m going to take off for there is nothing I can do. Oh and make sure they fix the thrusters too, the right one wasn’t giving 100 percent power so It was pulling to the right.”

With her orders given for the day, Julia decided to make her way back to her apartment, to rest up before her shift at Enchantress, at least now she’ll have the energy for it.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Captain" Dash Claynor

Dash eased the Swallowtail down onto its landing struts, sighing as he felt the hydraulics settle out. It had been a long flight to get to the station, any station, in the last few days. Dash scratched at his stubble, muttering that he really needed a shave and a shower with actual water as soon as he could. The refresher in the transport just wasn't the same.

The boarding ramp lowered and Dash tromped down the metal deck, waving at the cargo handlers that were already standing by. He'd sent the manifest ahead of time; there were a row of cargo loaders waiting. "Okay guys... you know where everything should go. The Orange crates go to Engineering. The Blue ones to Medical. Everything else is labeled for delivery to whomever ordered it. Do NOT touch the wooden crates. Those are for a private buyer, copy?" He looked from one dock worker to the other and everyone nodded in understanding.

Even though he told them what goes where, Dash couldn't help but stick around and oversee the unloading process. He wanted to be there in case someone did something stupid and damaged his ship. It wasn't a standard issue transport anymore, not with all the work he put in on each trip. Each of his personal modifications were to give him a surprise to spring on would-be pursuers; if someone damaged one of them only he would know how to put it back together. Eventually, the off-load finished and Dash left the docking bay, heading for Section 17. He knew the route fairly well by now.

He strode into the Op Center and nodded at the desk officer. There were some troops waiting who looked up incredulously as Dash just breezed right past everyone and let himself into the back. Walking up the stairs at the rear of the building, Dash strode up to the command floor. Confidently, he walked past office after office with names on the door with ranks that should tell him that this is not the floor for him. He arrived at the door at the end and pulled his satchel from his shoulder, pulling out a small wooden box. It was odd to see wood this far out, so the contents of the box had to be valuable to warrant such a container.

The door opened and Dash simply held up the box. "As ordered, sir..."

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Phoebe Kaylingta

Many put down the The Travel Hotel, but when you stay you enjoy a soft comfortable place to sleep even if it's on the floor and the rooms are sound proof. You're blissfully unaware of all drinking, partying, and fornicating going on around you. You're getting a good rest and with your limited funds you secured the place for 24 hours. Long as you leave in 12 though you'll get the balance back in credits.

With your laptop off you won't notice any of the alerts for the active security situation in your area, but once you turn it on they'll be there logged on your browser email page. Along with any email address including anonymous ones there are a number of ads from businesses from around the station.

(note everyone will get at least someone of these emails, but this is the most active computer user)

The military is looking for civilians to do a number of support jobs including ones that might put them in combat zones (for additional compensation though). Contact any military personnel office.

Section 17 civilian relations board has maps of the section and other guides for free download at their site.

The Fast Fridge is now offering delivery of it's meals in Metal lunch boxes to any work location in section 17 during day watch.

One vendor is selling industrial work flashlights.

Another vendor has a variety of film equipment for sale so one can capture history as it happens.

MacLaren's Pub & Grub is looking for servers and bartenders.

Big Mike's food Center is looking for customer service representatives who are willing to learn how to use blasters.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Rex Lionheart

The Captain Sydney Hotel and Towers
16 Topez Ave (Area 1716.16 L(5) H\TW Res.)



The building is what many are calling "modern" on the station because it uses the alien built five story building as only frame work. Some just left the buildings the same accept for the interior, but this building was improved. Every apartment has at least one large window looking out at the city, and it's protected with clear armored glass and an emergency force field will go up in the event of attack.

There is a bank of smaller turbo shafts in the center of the building and cargo lift in the rear of the structure. Like many other buildings the towers have their own generating systems and water recycling systems and employ a robust maintenance staff mostly made up of civilian Fleet veterans. Each unit has a good setup including new kitchens, industrial electrical system, and a secure internet connection.

The next to the walk in closet is a secure safe for weapons that you can assign a pass code. The bathroom has a turbo shower and jet bath combination refresh unit, it's well lit, and there is white tile. Otherwise the rest of the unit is carpeted accept for the kitchen. Seems the Fleet let someone do something less standard.



You do receive a number of welcome baskets within the first hours of your arrival. Left at your door you find.

The standard new Fleet post basket of a bottle of house wine, tin of biscuits, cheese spread, and a file of building rules and regulations.

The Flying Duck Club gives you a storage tin containing a fine wild game meal for two.

The Peanut Clusters send up a basket of many fine sauces, snacks, a good house wine, and a roast alien fowl that tastes very much like turkey.

The Wild Geese send you another official Fleet basket, but include a model of a Thunder Chief and a six pack of Vanillabean Buzzer (cross a vanilla milk shake with red bull).

You also have internet access, and the lobby said they'd be glad to bring up temporary furnishings if you'd like.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

From the briefings you all received from the military intelligence crowd you know something about Zeta. There the short gold eyed gray aliens that have bio-mechanical enhancements, and are known for being short and tough. Seems they're the foot soldiers of the alien horde and they're numerous. Allied aliens report that one distant space outpost was boarded by a hundred....to take on a crew of twenty.

The wear what look like coveralls and carry a variety of weapons including pack fed medium blasters and blast pistols. They mutilate corpses of the dead and they carry a host of hand weapons. They're short nasty little fighters by all accounts.

Your other engineering units respond as well as security who'd already been called. They're lining up around the outside of the building and passing out blast rifles to the regular patrolmen in the area. A few of the restaurant staff are said to be holding the line in the main kitchen armed with cleavers and shotguns. None of the aliens seem to have gotten past your team though.

Specialist Nakamura can be heard on her communicator slate, but it's clearly not being used correctly. Seems it's on the ground and you hear something about a charge and hand to hand combat. There is blaster fire, signs of a struggle, and what sounds like mechanical breathing...?

When you arrive the crowd has been pushed across the street and there are two dozen security officers ready to go in with more en route. Some are volunteering to help while other emergency personnel are taking over a empty store to setup a medical response hospital. As of now though you're the highest ranking person on scene.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Rex takes the lift up to the 5th floor. Where he finds the Officer's Building rations (first day). A bottle of house wine (Lindeman’s Bin 90 Moscato) , tin of biscuits, cheese spread, and a file of building rules and regulations.

Rex checks out the housing regs;
SWR 210-50
The SWR 210-50 redefines responsibilities in accord with organizational changes within the Space Wing; clarifies assignment, occupancy, and termination policies; revises adequacy standards for permanent party unaccompanied personnel housing; clarifies basic permanent party housing acquisition policy; establishes the requirement for Space Wing housing master plans; establishes and defines the Residential Communities Initiative Program as the Space Wing’s housing privatization program; clarifies the need for and use of economic analysis in determining housing requirements; incorporates policy and procedures for establishing rental rates for Government housing; emphasizes the requirement for using the Housing Operations Management System to collect and manage information for the Space Wing ’s housing databases; and establishes policy and procedures for housing managers to provide effective housing support for mobilization efforts.

Rex nod his head." Yeah, yeah!"

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Lieutenant Julia Voshel

Your email goes out and as usual with the system you receive the confirmations from all your personnel and the commander above you saying it's a good idea. The rest of the back and forth is those letting you know they're forming informal groups to workout together with plans to run through section 17, train in Fleet Hand to hand combat (Karate), and some are discussing a hike in the newly opened park area. It's all posted on the squadron's secure forum.

J-2 hops off the bench and salutes you like a little soldier and says, "yes Lieutenant I will make sure your craft is the way you like it. I won't leave but to use the recharge units, but they have ones in the shop so I won't be far. Would you like my brothers to do anything else? They've already cleaned your living quarters. Oh and some of your crew have requested I make my macaroni and cheese recipe that I downloaded from The Court Canteen's computer. Would that be alright?"

Your trip back to your living quarters is rather uneventful probably because you're armed and in uniform. For the most part crime has been low or at least fairly discrete, but nobody needs to tell you there is a thriving black market. Some soldiers are taking part, but once caught punishments make most people rethink their actions.

In the small square at the center of the four identical living quarters buildings there is a statue and small park dedicated to the crew of outpost 108. It's actually an allied alien outpost, but the engineers built it while restoring the station for their human allies. There are also a number of vendor tents setup on the sidewalk for those who wish to purchase items like alien foods, computer parts, medical supplies, and all kinds of clothing.

Your quarters are clean and as you left them earlier. The two robots are there to greet you as usual.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Captain Jaraust Laxasch is pleased to see you arrive with the package in question. He has gray, short hair which gently hangs over a skinny, worried face though the look of worry disappears as he opens the box. He's faithful, loyal, responsible, but you'd expect from that from somebody with his position. There's something charming about him, perhaps it's a feeling of shame or perhaps it's simply his bravery. But nonetheless, people tend to stay on his good side, while thinking of ways to become his friend.

He removes a metallic cylinder from the wooden box and places it into a round drive on his desktop work station. He looks at the computer terminal which flashes to life, but out of your direct view. He nods and smiles at you and stands up and shakes your hand.

"Nobody suspected a civilian carrying one of our code cipher devises. Good work. Did you have any issues? You know there is some cargo hauling ahead of us. Sorry to say we aren't shipping much out besides military goods. Well people wanting to leave the station. That's always happening. Why don't you take a day or two and hang out on the station. The reason I bring it up is that you could do some more work for us as part of the advance. Your payment from Fleet Intelligence should be in your account already. If you don't no hard feelings, but we could use more civilians like you for the war effort. What do you think?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Living Space 505

Note on door:

Captain Terelli,

See base operations: Your transfer to Star Base Echo 11 is approved.
Housing Manager: Your living space 505 has been redesigned as per your request.
Housing Staff: The furiture you picked out has been delivered and placed where specified.

To all concerned----------

YOU ALL CAN KISS MY ASS- GOOD BYE- I'm out of HERE!

"OK then" Rex smirks" Good for you!"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Captain" Dash Claynor

As the Station Commander loaded the coded cylinder into his computer, Dash was already at the small wet bar the Captain kept in his office for entertaining dignitaries and such. Dash hadn't been offered a drink, but he was sure the commander would be so impressed with his efficacy that Dash was sure he wouldn't mind. Letting the dark amber liquid fill his glass, Dash warmed it in his palm before taking a seat to relax and enjoy another successful delivery. It wasn't so much the completion of a contract as it was another payday that he'd be able to put to use immediately. With the Empire taking ownership of Station 17, it meant that there would be a lot of business for those that could move goods, no questions asked, around the galaxy. So long as the Empire were good employers, he would be happy to work for them. It also might give him leverage to take on slightly more grey area work with less risk of being caught.

"Nobody suspected a civilian carrying one of our code cipher devises. Good work. Did you have any issues?"

Dash sat forward and placed his now empty glass on the desk. "No one suspected because you and the boys in Intelligence pay me the sort of money that makes me avoid running into anyone. It's easier to avoid questions altogether than it is to talk my way through a border crossing. The less you know about how that got here, the better it will be for your career, boss."

Dash loved to use non-military nomenclature around the station; the Military didn't "stick" with Dash like it had with most people that come through the academy. Once he learned how lucrative his piloting skills could be, he found his way out of the Imperial Navy as quick as he could. Still, he couldn't stop corresponding with the man that let him graduate the Academy, so when Capt. Laxasch took command of Station 17, Dash knew a mutually beneficial relationship when he saw one.

"As for my plans, I got no trouble sticking around for a day or two. I'm sure I can put my payment to work in boosting the economy of Station 17. When you find something that doesn't involve shipping crates of guns or folks trying to get off this box, you know the number."

Dash stood and started making for the door when he snapped his fingers as he remembered one thing more.

"Oh, I nearly forgot.... I brought along a few more wooden crates for your personal stash... if the price is right as always, Commander."

Dash grinned an evil grin. He knew all about the rules regarding contraband and the rules regarding confiscation. If he were talking to anyone else, he was sure that his ship would be searched and his cargo impounded. He also knew that the Commander enjoyed finer things when he came to his harmless vices of drinking and smoking; Dash had baited the hook. He just hoped he didn't price it too high and wind up yanking the hook through the fish's mouth.

"I will need a 10% raise over my last shipment as it is getting harder and harder to find."

Dash's hand rested on the knob, hinting he'd just leave if the Captain didn't match his price.

 

[victoria_cummings]

As Julia was about to leave, she watched J-2 give her a military salute like programmed to do, but also shocked her as she stopped.

“I didn’t know you had cooking function programmed into you, I thought I had your hard drive filled with military records, and combat programs and no room for any domestic programs. If your ability is anything like J-3 then I don’t see any problems”

Julia left J-2 at the hanger and made her way back to her apartment. It was only noon and she didn’t have to start her night career until 6pm tonight. She decided she was going use these next hours just to relax so she would have energy to earn money for Tony. She noticed people moving boxes around from the apartment next door. She also saw J-1 standing outside, making observational scans of the activity. She walked up to him asking.

“New people moving in, didn’t receive that notification the vacancy was filled.”

J-1 chirped with a reply “It started suddenly, madam, 10minutes and 23 seconds after you left for your morning run. The containers marked say property of Flight Officer Rex Lionhart.”

Julia was puzzled, she had never heard that name before, and she would have to get back to J-2 to check his records, see where he was assigned. With a smirk she said, “Time to meet the new neighbor.”

She made her way over to the next apartment and looked for new the owner of the place.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Repair Droids J-2-Nancy, J-2-Linda (Living area 505)

The data center is now set up. The two Repair droids have been reprogramed to respond to their new names. The Orange J-2 Droid has Nancy taped to the top of it's structure. While the Red J-2 Has Linda taped to it.

Rex is rewiring several componants of the computer targeting computer into portable navigation computer. And complete set star charts is loading into the navigation system. Nancy is in the kitchen unit cutting up the cheese and mixing it into the wild game meat.

While Linda in working on the Orion turbo hover bike. Rex walks down the stairs to watch Linda. "Whats the problem Linda?"

The fuel transfer valve keeps sticking. Rex moves in next to the droid. And looks at the valve. " Bring up the schematics of the assembly." The droid projects the drawing on the wall. Rex walks over to the drawing on the wall. Then back to the hover bike. See here is the problem. The fuel converter is backwards and the tension spring is misaligned. Fix that and it should be fine.

Rex pats the droid on the top of it's assemby. And returns up the stairs. And sees he has a message from Supplies Of Kiev.

In regards to you inquiry;

Yes we do have a ship for sale, allong with several other items. Details forthcoming.

Rex hears worker Droids talking out side his door. Then before his eyes is a woman in a runner outfit. Rex walks down the stairs. "Welcome to 505. Flight Officer Rex Loinheart call name Star Dreamer. Formerly of the 556th. There I was known as The Angle of Death. At your service!"

 

[victoria_cummings]

(Giggles a bit, when I came up with J-2, J-3, J-1, I was doing it as sort of short cut she came up with cause the official names Lieutenant Julia Voshel's Assisant Droid 1, ect, I didn't expect those to be picked up as model numbers lol)

Julia enters the apartment through the open door as movers carry boxes in. She happens to see a man and droid looking over a bike and working on a problem. She is about to say something when the man she assumes is Rex went up stairs. She stayed down to look over the bike.

Even though Julia preferred to jog everywhere on base cause everything was so close, she did have a thing for motorbikes. She had one on earth back in storage, if not in the air in a fighter, she prefer feeling the wind her hair as she drove back in Moscow. She decided to wait see how long it be before Rex returned downstairs.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Rex reaches the bottom of the steps. "I run a bit myself, PT mostly. I just got in. I gather your assigned here. What group are you with?" He askes with a smile. Then extends his hand to her.

 

[JudeRodney]

"All engineers, evacuate the civilians," Karl ordered. "Then team one, help set up the med equipment while team two barricades the door. I want nothing coming in or out that's not security or military without my say so!"

With that, the engineers set to work. Now came the hard part. He turned to address the security teams. "Follow me. I want two to stay behind at each door and intersection. I want nothing blocking our extraction route. This is a rescue mission and Zetas are not to be trifled with. Let's be careful out there."

After awhile, they finally arrive on the scene, taking a chance, Karl risks a peek around the corner. Hopefully, Team 8 still had survivors.

 

[victoria_cummings]

Rex reaches the bottom of the steps. "I run a bit myself, PT mostly. I just got in. I gather your assigned here. What group are you with?" He askes with a smile. Then extends his hand to her.

Julia listened as the man descended from the stairs. She saluted and then offered her hand.

"Lieutenant Julia Voshel, Earth Empire Air Force. Command of the Red Strikers squadron. Didn't know I was getting a new neighbor. You Military as well?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Ah, one of the Earth Empire protectors. Yes the service needs defensive pilots too. I never served on Earth. I have been out in the reaches. I was in the Bird's Nest for a while with the 556th. The flight I was with is called the death Squad. I was called the Angel of Death. My wing man was Scotty March he was called the Merchant of Death. Our boss was Commander Theologus Sinhala he was called the Tower of Death. So yeah, I'm Milatary Too!"