First contact

[Daniela22]

Alexa Janas

OOC:

Private Alexa Janas
23 years
5'6", 105lbs
lean, athletic build
measurements: 30B - 24 - 29
Swedish Terran
fair skinned
long, blonde hair, draped up into a bun when on duty
member of the security staff, trained in light weapons, hand-to-hand combat and conflict de-escalation

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IC:

Alexa Janas was still drowsy when Lt. Eiselmann called upon her to accompany him on a routine freighter inspection. She had just sat through night shift (of course there was no real 'night' out here in space, but according to TST (Terran Standard Time) that was the reference for time measurement on the station it had been night). Now after six hours of sleep she was on duty again, still sleepy and looking forward to her upcoming holidays. Of course on a space station this remote there wasn't really anywhere to go and spend your free time but it was still better than watching security monitors on which never anything happened.
The task was to stand guard and cover the Lieutanant's back while he inspected a merchant freighter which had unexpectedly turned up at the station. Alexa wondered what this guy was up to, cruising space several weeks away from the next human settlement. But hadn't that been the tagline on the recruitment flyer?
"Go to interesting locations and meet fascinating people ... and maybe more..." Alexa supressed a sarcastic laugh as she and Lt. Eiselmann entered the docking bay. Consider a research station at the end of the known universe interesting and a space merchant without decent navigational and economic skills fascinating and you were about to have a good time... on the other hand...

You stand guard here, private! I'll check this merchant. Eiselmann said in a calm voice. He was a good commander with empathy for his soldiers though Alexa couldn't understand why he was on this faraway outpost instead of being in the middle of action on some rebel colony.

Eiselmann approached the captain and started to inspect the cargo manifest, asking him a couple of questions. Alexa noticed that the merchant by the name of Rex Lionheart (either his parents had had a definite liking for British history or he was considering it cool to call himself like that...) was trying to be on good terms with Eiselmann by chatting about star fighters. He turned to her and made a remark about spider ships fitting almost anywhere. She didn't find this plump approach charming in the least but nevertheless blushed a little. Four month of duty on a space station had left her with certain unfulfilled needs and fantasies. Something had to be done about this soon...

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam

Sam decided he was going to have to get a copy of the duty roster for the ship. He really needed to get to know more people. If nothing else, get to know some of the guys and get a regular card game going or something. This spending his off time alone sucked. Maybe even try to get to know Pvt. Janas a little better. Hopefully he could find something he had in common with her that they could talk about.

 

[talisman76]

Commander Ian Cargill

Ian watched the unfolding exchanging between Lt. Eiselmann and the merchant captain. Ian had complete faith in the commander of the starbase's security complement. He was as gung ho as it came.
Ian took a long look at Private Janas, then guiltily turned off the monitor. Get a hold of yourself, Ian told himself. First the Cadet, then the Private. Both of them looking good. And both of them, Ian reminded himself, were strictly off-limits.
Ian returned to the waiting reports on his desk, trying to put his lustful thoughts out of his head.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

"You have a few problems with your manifests, like this....."
John looked up at the merchant then continued "Gravitronic Traction Compressors 200 of them, wouldn't normally be a problem except the compression system on this model is unstable and likely to explode with any change in gravity......you are not taking them off this ship you are not moving them and if I really don't like what I see when I inspect them you can take the ship out and jettison them "

He looked at the merchant he expected a battle ...ex military or not no merchant would abandon goods worth millions in credits willingly

Rex looked at the Lieutenant with a look of relief. He is worry about equipment cargo not contraband, hell the stuff I have may not be contraband here. Wow that would be great! Sure the compressor were worth a pretty penny, but hell they were stolen anyway from Starbase Jackson, not that I stole them! That pirate Tiberius sold them to me, hot! 200,000 credits for face value of 2,000,000. He had laughed, I had laughted, we both got the short end of the stick. He is wanted for the theft, and now I have to get rid of them.200.000 credits down the drain.
Then Rex had an Idea. He smiled to himself, of couse jettison the cargo in to space, loss the cargo and turn a profit at the same time maybe even triple his money on 2,000,000 credits, that would be ah 6,000,000 credits for a 200,000 deal. Who got the short end of the stick this time Tiberius.
Changing his look to concern he looked as depressed as he could while jumpimg around inside.
"The compressors are very valuable Lieutenant, and as you yourself said, they are on the manifest. That makes them legal cargo! Now I understand that you feel as the inspecting officer that they could be unstable, and I don't argue that point. Still as stated in IS rules (Inter Stellar) And I quote: any legal cargo imponded or removed without the consent of the owner is entitled to the value of the cargo. And since the cargo is being forced off my ship, I am intitled by IS law to compensation for the lost of the cargo. That will be 2,000,000 credits! Now I know you do not have that kind of money here, that I understand. Rex, looked around, "Listen Lieutenant I'll make you a deal, you tell me if you like it,ok, I know you have your job to do and the compressors are unstable, so I tell you what I am going to do for you, you are going to hold a target practice, that would be 200 targets to shoot at. You can't very well have 200 peices of litter outside the station, can you? Say charge 10 credits per shot, give most of it to the the base relief fund and hold some for yourself as ah, say exspenses, advertising that would come out of your pocket, wouldn't it. And if you a wondering what is in it for me, I have to tell the truth, the cargo was destroyed in space and I collect the insurance, a tidy sum of value times two, I over insure every thing, my god that would be ah,,,4,000,000 credits. Lieutenant you have made me very happy....do we have a deal?

 

[Eiselmann]

John looked at the merchant , he'd been thru basic with a guy from Australiasia like this one...knew all the regs and quoted them, called himself a bush lawyer...thing about bush lawyers is they quoted only the regs that worked for them ...there was always a counter to every reg. , that way if something went wrong they had someone to blame.

The best way to deal with a bush lawyer if you couldn't quote regs. was to not respond until you found the counter regulation....and then the good captain did something interesting and rather stupid, right now if he wanted to he could have the captain arrested and the ship eventually would leave....problem solved , but the idea of screwing the bastards who had screwed him had an appeal.

John also knew that it was career suicide to get involved in such a scheme because too many people would know what really happened to the compressors and the insurance company would at the very least ask a question or two before paying over.

"You can stay here with Private Janas, while I do a sensor inspection of the interior of your ship" he looked briefly at the private, she was a beauty he'd thought about her many times but if there was one woman completely out of bounds to him it was her...pity, he really would love to get between those legs.

"Private you will ensure the captain does not re-enter his vessal whilst I am on board, but he is not to leave the confines of the docking bay" he added a smile.....there was no way he was paying 2 million and almost no way he was getting involved in a bullshit insurance fraud no matter how much he would like the money.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

Rex glances at the Lieutenant as he enters Star Dreamer. And then looks a Private Janas.
" I do hope my Spider comment didn't offend you!" as he walks up to her. "And I would certainly would not leave this bay with out you, do you wear your hair like that all the time,or do you let it down,when your off duty?" Rex turns and listens as the Lieutenant moves around in the Star Dreamer."Everything ok in there?" He calls out. The he returns to gaze at private Janas.
"Private Janas, would you happen to like roast beef?" I love roast beef with Terren white patatos covered with a rich brown gravy, and baby carrots in English butter, would you have dinner with we tonight?"

 

[Daniela22]

Alexa stiffened as Lt. Eiselmann disappeared into the freighter, leaving her alone with this 'scoundrel'. She knew that there was no way that Eiselmann would ever jump on the deal but she also had to admit that it was a clever idea of Rex.
Now however that she was alone with the captain she felt a bit nervous. She should have been in control of the situation but Rex radiated an air of self-confidence and now seemed to get on good terms with her. He apologized about his spider comment and started to chat her up. He asked her about her hair and she really liked to wear it open as she thought that it looked much better but she wouldn't get into a conversation about her looks with this guy - no way!

"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" Rex asked

This on the other hand was just an invitation to dinner, nothing more and she could give him a chance anyway. Could it be worse than spending another lonely night in her quarters with too much time for thinking about her non-existent private life? To hell with it...

"Well, I'll see if my duties allow for that..." she replied carefully. No reason to commit herself right now. "I'll let you know if I can manage to be there..."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

Alexa stiffened as Lt. Eiselmann disappeared into the freighter, leaving her alone with this 'scoundrel'. She knew that there was no way that Eiselmann would ever jump on the deal but she also had to admit that it was a clever idea of Rex.
Now however that she was alone with the captain she felt a bit nervous. She should have been in control of the situation but Rex radiated an air of self-confidence and now seemed to get on good terms with her. He apologized about his spider comment and started to chat her up. He asked her about her hair and she really liked to wear it open as she thought that it looked much better but she wouldn't get into a conversation about her looks with this guy - no way!

"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" Rex asked

This on the other hand was just an invitation to dinner, nothing more and she could give him a chance anyway. Could it be worse than spending another lonely night in her quarters with too much time for thinking about her non-existent private life? To hell with it...

"Well, I'll see if my duties allow for that..." she replied carefully. No reason to commit herself right now. "I'll let you know if I can manage to be there..."

Rex looks down at Private Janas and smiles."Private Janas as soon as the good Lieutenant here finshes his work I'll be returning to the Star Dreamer, my ship, I will stow my E-Book, clean myself up, and go down to your ward room, I wish I had room in my ship for fine dining but allas I do not. Now if on the other hand you know of a more quiet place, where I can see you with your hiar down,I am willing to entertain almost anything you have in mind,that does not include handcuffs."

 

[Eiselmann]

The manifest checked out yet even with all the goods on board , even asumming he'd find a market for them on this remote base Eiselmann doubted this trip would have been really worth the extra effort, truth was everything the base needed they receieved via military contractors on scheduled supply runs.

John wondered if the insurance fraud WAS the reason for this visitior being here. For if it had been a spur of the moment thing, the reality was that it was so full of holes that if it went wrong it would be John Eiselmann who would spent the rest of his life in a military jail and not this Lionheart who no doubt would disappear...still he had to find the counter regulation that allowed him to demand unsafe material be jettisonned without having to compensate.


John had in his time been smuggled in feighters like this when discretion demanded....and so he started looking for the hidden compartments he knew to be on board...even if this Lionheart was completely legit he would have a way to secure goods in case prirates or thieves got on board.

It took 15 minutes but he found what he was looking for...not completely illegal but controlled goods and not on the manifest...they explained why this merchant was here and there were enough people with credits to spare on board time on their hands...John took a closer look at one of the headsets and nodded , it was what he had suspected.

A Cranium Entertainment Module , seventy of them , all good clean fun...well not really clean it provided the mind with literally any experience imaginable, yet they had a design flaw, one that had cost a lot of people a lot of credits....thing is they had only been released within the military for long haul patrols however, once the fault was discovered then subsequently restricted to use by Federal Inteligence when dealing with criminals....so what were they doing here and how to play this.

Five minutes later John left the Ship..."All clean we'll discuss those compressors later Captain you are free to access non sensitive areas of this base any commercial transaction must be recorded " he looked at the private ...she was hot he could fuck her all night but then he also knew he never would .

"Private if I might have a word with you" they moved away from the Captain..." I want you to stay close to him while he is here okay" his eyes moved across her body....such a pity, such a waste of first class tits and arse

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

The manifest checked out yet even with all the goods on board , even asumming he'd find a market for them on this remote base Eiselmann doubted this trip would have been really worth the extra effort, truth was everything the base needed they receieved via military contractors on scheduled supply runs.

John wondered if the insurance fraud WAS the reason for this visitior being here. For if it had been a spur of the moment thing, the reality was that it was so full of holes that if it went wrong it would be John Eiselmann who would spent the rest of his life in a military jail and not this Lionheart who no doubt would disappear...still he had to find the counter regulation that allowed him to demand unsafe material be jettisonned without having to compensate.


John had in his time been smuggled in feighters like this when discretion demanded....and so he started looking for the hidden compartments he knew to be on board...even if this Lionheart was completely legit he would have a way to secure goods in case prirates or thieves got on board.

It took 15 minutes but he found what he was looking for...not completely illegal but controlled goods and not on the manifest...they explained why this merchant was here and there were enough people with credits to spare on board time on their hands...John took a closer look at one of the headsets and nodded , it was what he had suspected.

A Cranium Entertainment Module , seventy of them , all good clean fun...well not really clean it provided the mind with literally any experience imaginable, yet they had a design flaw, one that had cost a lot of people a lot of credits....thing is they had only been released within the military for long haul patrols however, once the fault was discovered then subsequently restricted to use by Federal Inteligence when dealing with criminals....so what were they doing here and how to play this.

Five minutes later John left the Ship..."All clean we'll discuss those compressors later Captain you are free to access non sensitive areas of this base any commercial transaction must be recorded " he looked at the private ...she was hot he could fuck her all night but then he also knew he never would .

"Private if I might have a word with you" they moved away from the Captain..." I want you to stay close to him while he is here okay" his eyes moved across her body....such a pity, such a waste of first class tits and arse

Rex watched as the Lieutenant left the docking bay and smiled to himself, cool guy, a little stiff, but I like him. He now turned his attention to Private Janas. She was still in the docking day, just standing there. She appeared deep it thought. Rex turn and was starting to enter the Star Dreamer when he thought he her say .........Yes, not sure he turned and looked at her."Sorry did you say something?'

 

[talisman76]

Commander Ian Cargill

Ian finished off one more report, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his eyes. He was missing his days as a practical engineer and part-time particles physicist. The grumbling of his stomach reminded Ian it had been a few hours since he had had a decent meal.

"Mr. Townsend." Ian's steward appeared immediately. "Are there any new crewmembers I need to meet? The last one I can think of was Midshipman Brooks. And I just sent her out on that solo trip day before."

"There is Petty Officer Second Class Sammuel Fredrick, sir. An environmental technician, arrived her two weeks ago."

"Very good. Invite him to the Captain's Table tonight." Ian usually had supper at his desk or in his quarters. However, he had a small dining room for those times he chose to entertain, such as a dinner for the senior officers on Starbase Tycho, or the Captain of a visiting survey ship. Ian had the habit of occasionally having an odd mix of individuals at his dinner table, from different stratas of the ship, so he could get a feel for what was happening. "Extend the invitation to Lt. Eiselmann as well. And when you do, tell him that I put in a request for a single starfighter. It won't make him happy, but it's better than nothing."

"Very good, sir. What shall we serve? The selection and quantity of beer and wine in your private stores are adequate, but I'm afraid the selection of fresh vegetables and fruits will be somewhat limited."

Ian grimaced. "Ah, hell, see if you can buy those pineapples off that old pirate Lionheart. Use my personal credits to do so. See if you can barter and knock him down off his price, though.And while you're at it, invite him to dinner as well."

The steward nodded. "Very good, sir. Anyone else?"

Ian scratched his chin. "Private Alexa Janas. That should round out things nicely."

"Very good, sir. I shall send out the invitations shortly."

As Ian turned back to his "paperwork", the steward sent out electronic emails from his workstation.

*****

TO: Lt. John Eiselmann
Petty Officer 2nd Class Sammuel Fredrick
Private Alexa Janas
FROM: Petty Officer 1st Class Charles Townsend
SUBJECT: Captain's Table

The Captain desires the honor of your company at his table tonight at 1830 Standard Base Time. Dress shall be Class B Dress Uniform. Please contact me no later than 1630 Standard Base Time to let the Captain know if he shall have the pleasure of your company tonight.


*****

The Steward would deliver the invitation to the Merchant Captain personally when he went to purchase these pineapples. He wondered if this Captain Lionheart would accept the invitation. The steward considered it a foregone conclusion that the crewmembers were going to accept. Theoretically, of course, they could decline the invitation. It wouldn't be the most politic thing to do, however. Particularly as you were going to be serving underneath this Station Commander for a while.

 

[JackMoz]

Ti-Awl-Ska

Ti-Awl-Ska watched the human stretch its appendages as far out as it could. The covering it was wearing covered eveything but the appendage that held the majority of its sensory organs, and the very tip of the upper pair of appendages. Ti-Awl-Ska slowly moved closer and reached out a tentacle to touch the exposed part of the right appendage. Once it made contact, Ti-Awl-Ska tried to send the message, "I am Ti-Awl-Ska. I mean you no harm."

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja watched wide-eyed as the alien stretched on of its tentacles toward her hand. She tried not to move as it softly touched her palm. It felt kind of nice, actually. There was a warm, tingly feeling with the touch. The tentacle was soft too. Furry and gentle.
"My name is Sonja. Son-ja. What's yours?"

 

[Wyld52771]

Character Profile:

Name: Lt. Ren Halloway, M.D.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 33

Ren is somewhat slender, but physically fit...well-muscled, but not in an obvious way. He is about 5'10" tall and 150 lbs. He is attractive in appearance, although not blatantly so, with a somewhat boyish appearance that makes him appear about ten years younger than his actual age. He has sandy brown hair, and blue-green eyes.

He is very efficient, skilled, and knowledgable when it comes to his job, but when it comes to his personal life, he is somewhat quiet and introverted.

The last relationship he had ended badly...he was married and it ended in a divorce after his wife left him for another man. He signed on to becoming a member of the crew of Starbase Tycho as a way to escape and get a fresh start.

He has been stationed here for a few months now, but aside from taking care of the occasional small injury from mechanical slip-ups, his life here has been somewhat uneventful...and lonely.

That is, until now...

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"This might sting a bit," Lt. Ren Halloway said, holding up the bloodied hand of an accident prone private who'd found the wrong edge of a laser cutter while working in engineering.

The private blanched looking at the deep slash in his hand, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Ok...just do it, Doc....umm, I mean Sir."

Ren smilled and said, "Doc is just fine, Private."

He injected an antibiotic and a painkiller into the wound, the mechanical syringe shooting the meds in with a quick hissing noise. As the two of them watched the wound bubbled.

"Good thing you came in when you did....looks like you could have gotten a nasty infection there. Now hold still...we have one more injection to take care of. This one won't hurt, but I'll warn you now...it itches like crazy."

Ren walked over to a cabinet, pulling a small vial from it. He then took the small cartridge from the small computerized syringe, and replaced it with the one he'd just retrieved.

"This should work just fine. Now, hold still."

Ren bent down, and plunged the needle in the wound, and again there was a small hiss as the mediclne was distributed.

As the two men watched, the flesh around the injection site began to mend, the skin knitting together seamlessly.

""Jeez," the private exclaimed, "You weren't kidding! This itches like hell!"

"Don't touch it...just let the medicine work," Ren advised, and the private nodded in compliance.

"This was a deep cut," Ren told the young man, "So it's going to be sore for a couple days, but you should have full use of it. No nerves were damaged, so you'll be fine. You best head back to your station...and try to be careful."

"Thanks alot, Doc," the young private said, and saluted.

Ren gave a half-hearted salute in return, and the private left the infirmary.

Ren sighed, cleaning up the mess, and then going to sit down at his desk. So far, being the chief medical officer on Starbase Tycho had been somewhat disappointing. It wasn't that he disliked his job...far from it. He loved his work. It was just that he had thought to get a new start here, and the old baggage of his past life seemed to have followed him...because most of it was in his head. He couldn't escape it.

He opened up a desk drawer, and placed a small pad with a mirrored top on his desk. Pressing a button, a holographic image appeared...and image of a lovely lady. The woman in the image seemed happy, laughing, smiling. Kyri was a beautiful woman. They'd gotten married young, and had been together for 9 years...years Ren had thought were happy. That was until he came home one day to find her gone and a note laying on their bed, saying she'd met someone else, and was leaving him.

Their divorce had been finalized less than a year ago, and Ren had given up planetary life, signing on for duty on for Tycho as a way to escape and start anew. Since he'd been part of the crew here, however, he'd been somewhat aloof. He had a few aquaintences, but no one he could call a close friend yet.

He looked up at his clock, noticing that it was near time for dinner. "Ah well," he thought to himself, "Guess I best go get some dinner." He rose, pushing the button again, and the image of the last love of his life vanished as if she had never been there. Without a glance back, he left the infirmary, heading for the mess hall to grab a bite to eat.

 

[JackMoz]

Ti-Awl-Ska

Ti-Awl-Ska felt as if it could almost reach the mind of this Human. Communication was almost there. It reached out another tentacled toward the end of the other Human appendage. Again Ti-Awl-Ska sent out the -message ""I am Ti-Awl-Ska. I mean you no harm." Ti-Awl-Ska sent the message through both tentacles. This would have been very rude among Ti-Awl-Ska's own people. It was the human equivalent of shouting while speaking very slowly. The human was making some kind of noise in its own language. Ti-Awl-Ska wasn't interest in that primitive sound. It wanted to talk to this human.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Again, Sonja felt the very NICE, warm tingly feeling; this time it started in the palm of both of her hands and worked its way to her middle. Sonja shook herself awake. No time for that now! She still had to represent Human Kind with the Alien Race.

Sonja pulled her hands away from the tentacles and touched herself on her collarbone. "Sonja. Son-ja. Human. Hu-man." Sonja then pointed at the Alien.

 

[JackMoz]

Ti-Awl-Ska

The Human moved its appendages and touched itself right above its covered spherical protuberances. It made another noise.
Ti-Awl-Ska was getting a little frustrated. He reminded himself to be patient. The chronicles of the explorers before him said that establishing true communications was neither quick nor easy.
Perhaps the Human was inviting him to touch it at that spot. Ti-Awl-Ska stretched one of his tentacles toward the Human and touched it at a spot just below the appendage with all the sensory organs. Again Ti-Awl-Ska sent a message of greeting. Again, he gained no response. Ti-Awl-Ska stretched another tentacle, dragging it slowly across the Human's sensory appendage. Slowly, he sent the message of greeting. Still nothing.
Be patient, Ti-Awl-Ska reminded himself. He continued to move its tentacle around the Human's sensory appendage, while the other tentacle sought to delve under the garment cloaking the Human; perhaps Ti-Awl-Ska could find some point in the Human's nervous system that would allow Ti-Awl-Ska to establish true communications.

 

[talisman76]

Commander Ian Cargill

As the steward typed in the email invitations, Commander Cargill shouted, "Oh, and go ahead and put the doctor on the invitation list as well. Halloway, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir. The name had been added.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

Rex was standing in the doorway looking at Private Janas. When a mess orderly walked up to him and hands him an invitation for dinner at the Captain's Table. Rex opens the invitation and shakes his head."Sorry my friend but I have a date with the lovely Private Janas, I think." The steward looks mildly shocked. "The Private is also invited, I was not aware she was here or I would of brought hers also. Rex smiles.

" So Private Janas will be at the Captain's table too! "
"Yes."replies the Steward, and then pauses" If she wishes to join!" and the steward gives Private Janas a quick guarded look. Then the steward looked back the Rex. "About your Pineapples, we can't afford your prices, but we are willing to barter for them."Barter,not much profit in barter, ok what do you have?" The steward pulled out of his back pocket a spiral bound paper note book, and started to look through it. "Two chips of star charts for sectors 11 and 12." "PASS, got them." The steward flipped a few pages. "Two five gallon drums of strawberry icecream." "Wait....what brand?" The steward smiled. "It doesn't say, but as I recall it was Scholl's Extra Rich...I beleive."
"Ok here's the deal, the two Scholl's and 1,000 credits each for two Pineapples" The steward starts to shake his head. "Too much, lets see, 20th century books?" "Books, ha no room for books, any magazines, like ah...what was it.....Playboy..any thing 1990's!" The steward flips to the back of his notebook Playboy yes, but 1990's no, all we have is a January 1985 Goldie Hawn and the Girls of Rock and Roll edition." Rex's eyes opened wide."Rock and Roll, the forbidden music, your kidding right! Rock and Roll was banned by the Treaty of Yates in 2052. All band playing it were banned from Music World for the life of the band. Is there any music with it?" "No just the magazine.""OK....Ok..the Scholl's the magazine and 750 credits each. "500 each and a tailored suit, from our own Nigel's of Starbase Blitzen.""DEAL....I guess." "Done!" said the steward.

 

[Daniela22]

Alexa Janas

Alexa was somewhat relieved when the orderly delivered the invitations to the captian's table. Rex's direct advances and ambiguous remarks had made her a bit uneasy although his charming manner still had some appeal to her. This invitation was a perfect way to get around any too intimate situations without actually rebuffing Rex. She was just not in for this direct approach that seemed to be typical of him.

She glanced at the orderly. "Tell the captain that I will be honoured to attend." And smiling over to Rex she tried to make up for her reluctant behaviour "And I think Captain Lionheart here will be glad to join me as well."

She couldn't really interpret Rex's look. He obviously had hoped to score a more direct hit with her but his expression wasn't too hurt or disappointed. She sighed and stepped to the door "If you'll excuse me, I'll have to get ready for dinner. I hope to see you there, Rex. I guess I'll wear my hair open" she winked and left the docking bay.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja (on the Shuttlecraft)

One of the alien's tentacles touched Sonja on the hollow of her throat. Again, there was the warm, tingly feeling on her skin. Sonja remained perfectly still. She still couldn't believe it; she was making Earth's first contact with an Alien Race!
One of the alien's tentacles began caressing her face. I must be really strange looking to it, Sonja thought to herself. There was that warm, tingly feeling again. Sonja closed her eyes and sighed.
Until she felt another tentacle try to work its way into her overalls!
Both of Sonja's hands reached for that tentacle and pulled it out. Sonja hadn't let ANYONE touch her there and, first contact or no first contact, she wasn't about to start now!

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

Alexa was somewhat relieved when the orderly delivered the invitations to the captian's table. Rex's direct advances and ambiguous remarks had made her a bit uneasy although his charming manner still had some appeal to her. This invitation was a perfect way to get around any too intimate situations without actually rebuffing Rex. She was just not in for this direct approach that seemed to be typical of him.

She glanced at the orderly. "Tell the captain that I will be honoured to attend." And smiling over to Rex she tried to make up for her reluctant behaviour "And I think Captain Lionheart here will be glad to join me as well."

She couldn't really interpret Rex's look. He obviously had hoped to score a more direct hit with her but his expression wasn't too hurt or disappointed. She sighed and stepped to the door "If you'll excuse me, I'll have to get ready for dinner. I hope to see you there, Rex. I guess I'll wear my hair open" she winked and left the docking bay.

'My the Private does flirt, though.' Thought Rex. Wear my hair open, does that mean down? Deep in thought he strolls out of the docking bay and stops. Rex, lad are you forgetting something, oh yeh...,he thinks. He turns and reenters the Star Dreamer.
"Computer, message!"
Ready when you are Captain, the female voice responds.
"Computer, Alfa code Zebra eleven, message to follow:
One, arrived Tycho.
Two, no target yet.
Three, cover good.
Four, compressors are crap, Tiberius sold us a load full.
Five, need an expanded warrent
Six, side note, tell Graham I got two five gallon tubs of strawberry icecream in a credit locker at location, he owes me 5,000 credits.
"Computer,message end."
"Computer send message as ordered."
After ten seconds.
The female voice comes on.
Captain message sent,Alfa code, Zebra eleven will receive in 1.5 time units.
"Computer, I'm having dinner at the Base Commanders table, a lady...a woman will be there, fashion design recs, please."
The computer vioce responds, a woman Captain, should I be jealous?
"Computer I may sleep with her, but I'll be leaving with you."
"Your a good boy, Rex,Captain, I recomend white Royal shirt open, Red three button Slayer Jacket with gold trim, white Dancers with matching gold trim, Black riding boots."
"Computer you dressing me for a hunt or dinner?"
Captain if your going to hunt the ...woman, dress the part.
"Computer after I clean up, make it so."
Yes my Captain.

 

[Eiselmann]

John sat down and read the message from the commander, whether he wanted to have a dinner with the group on the list or not was irrelevant it was a given he would accept and so he did, besides tonight it actually suited his purposes.

A command popped up on one of the security screens, a signal had been sent from the base , the encyption and source unknown the commuter was working on it ...Lionheart , he should arrest him now and be done with it but he wanted to know more about this one before coming down on him like a tonne of bricks.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

First Contact

Rex changes and finds the Ward and looks around and spots the Captain table. No one is sitting yet. He starts to look around the room. The dress jacket is a little tight and he wishes he would of wore some thing less form fitting. What is that old tag line"sex sells". He smiles to himself.

 

[Daniela22]

Alexa Janas

Alexa had been invited to the captain's table once before as the captain had the habit to invite all new crew members shortly after they would have taken up at Space Station Tycho. That first time she had been more excited than nervous but this time it was different. Rex would be there after all. She hoped that the other guests would also be entertaining so she would have a chance to get into conversation with someone other than the merchant captain. Maybe she was just hoping for this diversion because she felt that she could lose control over the situation with that Rex Lionheart.
Dressed in her dark blue Class B uniform, which had a pretty tight fit (a bit like that old Star Trek uniforms she thought) and with her blode hair down and falling in waves on her shoulders she reached the mess and walked over to the small secluded room that was for the captain's table. She saluted the orderly standing guard at the door and was let in. She wasn't the first one. Standing near the table in what looked like a 19th century aristocratic hunting dress stood captain Rex Lionheart...